Welsh Rarebit (cheese on toast if you prefer)
Easy to prepare, so no time wasted.
Lighted candles make it seem romantic.
Sure you’ll love it darling, once you’ve tried it.
Hard times these, so beggars can’t be choosers.
Render a little butter in the pan,
Add some Cheddar cheese and mustard to it.
Reminds me of my happy childhood days
Every time I have the urge to do it.
Brown bread toasted (bit healthier that white)
It’s time to serve it up by candlelight.
There, I said romance would blossom tonight!
weathering Wales in bleak winter is hard
though starred sheep remain sleek
taverns roaring fires a feat
making Celtic maidens sweet
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I went to search for a used winch in stuff auction market:
found not bad yellow winch
his owner said am from Welsh,
do payment now no more welsh
In our world of healing hearts, there lies
With Michael, Mary Welsh Foundation, a prize,
A haven where souls find solace and rest,
Amidst the storms, they're gently caressed.
Within these walls, a psychological embrace,
A symphony of care, filled with grace,
Guiding troubled minds towards inner peace,
Where anguish and pain find sweet release.
A positive aura, whispers in the air,
Lifting spirits, weaving hope with care,
Laughter dances, mingling with tears,
As wounds mend, erasing darkest fears.
Therapists, with empathetic touch,
Weave tales of triumph, mending hearts' clutch,
With compassion as their sturdy guide,
They empower souls to thrive, not hide.
In this sanctuary, the broken find their way,
With warmth and understanding, shadows sway,
A foundation built on love's sturdy frame,
Bringing healing whispers, banishing shame.
Michael Mary Welsh, a beacon so bright,
Shining forth with love, day and night,
A sanctuary of hope, where souls find rest,
Where healing begins, the foundation's blessed.
Black Wheat
A flash ; and crash; booming
thundering of ear drums broken.
Burning feet ; enveloping heat ;
winds of razors shredding skin.
Fields of scorch; distant fusion torch;
Ploughs melt bleached bones scatter.
Earth seared; parts human appeared;
lasered ,vast hunger reigns.
A million Suns ; burning as one;
Steamed oceans vanish, rivers to.
Lotts wife repeated; all food depleated;
Its the time ! The
Birth of , Black Wheat
At times, I'd just like to slap that Seuss;
hendecasyllabic seems obtuse.
But Gwawdodyn's no use: three nines, a ten,
and internal rhymes to be set loose.
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There! Now I can say I've tried a Gwawdodyn: a Welsh quatrain with an aaxa rhyme scheme, specific syllable counts (9/9/10/9), and internal rhyme requirements on line 3. Onward!
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Message sent by radio
years ago, still traveling.
Perhaps something has received,
perceived, but not answering.
North America was first
to burst voice into void.
All nations followed at last,
our broadcast signals deployed.
Next came pixel video,
movie show in black and white.
King George and Adolph Hitler,
bitter foes commence to fight.
Later we added color,
finely tuned for human eyes.
Now our signals form a sphere
of one hundred light-year size.
Did we broadcast woe and strife
that other life could detect?
Our mistakes make me wonder
what answer we should expect.
Have they heard it all before,
murder, war, and wastefulness?
From Earth the same message sent:
We’re sentient yet senseless.
Message sent by radio
years ago, still traveling.
Perhaps something has received,
perceived, but not answering.
Ingenious,humerous and proud
Born to write words to be read aloud;
'I saw eternity the other night..
like a great ring of pure & endless light'
Line ever remembered upon first sight.
Tribute to this Welsh master poet from days gone by Henry Vaughan
A pub that's typically Welsh
Has music the English can't squelch
Hymns and arias rule
But, like any gene pool,
The loudest is always a belch!
I swallowed hard the feelings scorned,
to finish off my plate
But filled I was in sated form
a glutton postulate
I bit off more than I could chew,
with meat still on the bone
My stomach full of fiery barbs
—leftovers unatoned
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
My life flashed before my eyes as I sat in the driver’s seat
I clung to the wheel for dear life
my face was as white as a sheet
Would this brave man named Dale
live to tell the tale?
Had he written out a will
Drafted Out in great detail ?
I was petrified you see
But he had confidence in me
His fantastic sense of humour
Acted as a diffuser
He calmly talked me through it
With the patience of a saint
How he coped I’ll never know
As Michael Schumacher I ain’t!
He had a scientific brain
And as we drove he would explain
Tell me random facts and stories
As we ventured through welsh lanes
Now I really can’t deny
That one manoeuvre made me cry
But with his tolerance and charm
My frustration he did disarm
When I finally passed my test
His relief was well expressed
He turned my life around
Now freedom I have found
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Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.The
sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three lines
rhyme with it.(The final syllable of line one is without rhyme).The content often has an
enigmatic quality.
I guess we missed chapel again
But rugby is never a sin!
We pray for the ball
If that don't beat all
We pray our opponents won't win!
A Welshman with a little wick
Stood accused of hiding a stick
It caused Nuns to faint
They made him a Saint
And the faithful queued to pat Rick
Two fair lassies, Mary Lou and Betty Sue
Took a stroll in the woods of Honolu
Got lost, of course; they had no clue
When -- oops! -- they bumped into
Winnie the Pooh and Tigger too
Wouldn't you know it? They fell in love
As skies grew ever-blacker above
Pooh-bear and Tigger took the girls' hands
Led them to familiar land
How grand!
Where'd they go?
How'd they get there?
You'd ask, of course. They rode on the back
Of Mr. Ed, the horse, who saw them back
to Honolu: Mary Lou and Betty Sue
Winnie-the-Pooh and Tigger too
And what'd they do in old Honolu?
They up and married -- said "I do"
Feasting on fresh Welsh rabbit stew
Followed by cantaloupe and honeydew
melon, that is, for Winnie-the-Pooh
You may rightly wonder how this
turned out -- Young lassies marrying
a Pooh-bear and a Tigger so stout
...Well, I've got extremely
pleasant news for you
Mary Lou and Betty Sue just loved
to cook Welsh rabbit stew, with
cantaloupe and honeydew... so
they all lived to the ripe old age
of 102!
And now this fairy tale's
quite rightly through
January 30, 2019
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