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Fibromyalgia

As the circle starts, 

Storm clouds appear, 

Ahead of the road, 

A plenty of a tear. 

Muscles scream out as the stars charm the unbroken eyelids of the fit. 

Fybro has hit! 

Find it hard to sleep, the pain gets deep, 
Find it hard to sit, for even a little bit, 
Find it hard to hold, painful to the touch, 
Find it hard to communicate, this hurts so much, 

Just want a normal life is the cry, 

Anything I will try! 

The Drs look to the sky, not knowing why, 

The drugs get eaten like pie, 

Nothings working as the nights keep me tossing and turning, 

Finally, I find what I am yearning, 

The release of the pain, 

Its been driving me insane, 

A week later, fingers crossed I am in the clear, 

O no! Storm clouds appear, 

As the circle starts.

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Mental Health

When the world seemed joyful and cheerful,
I smiled and laughed, had no time to be dull,
The colours all around were vibrant and bright,
Felt I was looking around, at an eagles height,

Then the passage of life got in the way,
Shaping an uncontrolled path throughout the day,
Unbearable pace, to much, an outgoing fake,
Every day it was harder to break,

Not understanding  this hopeless sad feeling,
Just the little words sent me reeling,
Locked in my mind, made, dark prison,
Cant explain what's happening, who will listen,

So if your reading this feeling in an abiss,
There ARE people who will listen, sending hugs & a kiss.

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Delai Lamas Bench, Anglesey

So the records say on a past day,
The Dalai Lama sat on a peaceful bench, not that far away!

I had to find out if he was right,
So set off to sit on this Anglesey delight,

When I got to Llanbadrig church,
The wind was swirling high on the purch,

A boat was bouncing gracefully on the waves,
With gulls gracing the heavens, in swathes,

Knights graves still stood on the church wall,
Standing elegant, graceful and more,

The singing and dancing spiritual treat,
Added to the deafening silence on this magical seat,

Tiptoeing my way through this windy crowd,
High up on this Delai Lamas spiritual cloud.

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Coed Garnllwyd Walk, Llancarfan

A glance from the field displays a line of green,
Waving back and forth, for as far as can be seen,
A chosen path the gentle scrub has allowed through,
Human interaction has created steps too,
In the distance.
Meadow's dancing to the swift gentle breeze,
Flower Buds loving every minute, after the freeze,
The river winding its way, repeating the circle,
As trees gaze down.
Ancient buildings wrecked with still an aura of life,
The river rerouted to make way for modern strife.
Gnarled trees still lay strong where they fell,
Old sprouting buds must have a story to tell!
While wild garlic smells all around,
Like a historical museum on this ancient ground.

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Flowers Grand Power

As mother nature's blanket appears,
It's time to shut down and allay our fears,
The story book then opens up, 
Full of happiness but sometimes tears,

        Just like a flower in the morning,
        Opening up to see the dawn in,
        No anger or strife,
        Loving the meaning of life,

Another day comes around,
Awaken, nothing on the mind, not a sound,
        While the flower is about to open up,
        To show off its prized Cup,

Not long before the world floods in,
The unhappy people around, start to sing,
        The flowers dreams are made,
        With friends a beautiful cascade,

    So let's follow mother nature's Way, 
    And take the unhappiness from the day,
    Take a look at that open flower,
    Let's draw from its grand power.

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Love Is

Loving that knowing look,
Opening your heart like a book,
Variety that comes into one,
Every touch is second to none,
It's knowing the feeling will never die,
Softly guiding each other along; to fly.

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Joyful Dare Valley Lake, Aberdare, Wales

The clouds an oil painting sponge,
Non forgiving rain falls from the sky.
Raging streams turn into angry rivers: 
Shhhhhhhing through the forest scrub. 
While the quiet ones just trickle by. 
Swollen lake, it's just the beginning! 
Inviting the single drops to the ground, 
The cheering water jumps up from the lake,
Joyful to be added to the swell, 
The sky conducting an orchestrated waltz, 
While the water sways side to side, 
Patiently waiting to roll on to its final destination:
A journey to the sea, of our unique Welsh nation.

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Rhigos Mountain, Wales

All around mountains stare down,
Dwarfing Bleancwm with a silence,
Our Brockway walk is to begin,
Unusually no song  birds to sing!
The steep incline to the top,
Plenty to look at, while the legs stop,
Waterfalls, horse medows, rocks,
Plenty to hear as the mind resets,
Water crashing, Water relaxing,
Breaking the silence of the mountains gaze,
The reward, a look over Bleanrhondda, 
Where no doubt the birds have gone,
To join the people and souls in song,
Perfectly lined pine forest, not been touched,
God's home made compost already mulched,
All the trees eerie stand to attention,
One or two fallen, needs to be mentioned,
Further along the roman settlement so high,
The Romans must have thought it was the sky,
As the bikes in the distance come close and raw,
Tearing the path to its core,
All around old man's beard graced the trees,
A mountain that keeps on giving,
Another waterfall so tall, it's having a ball,
Stunning walk back to the car park, 
Where the past will always last,
Mining everywhere the spirit is there,
When the spell was cast who thought it would last,
Mountain with a heart beat,
Rhigos you have gave us a treat.

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Angel Sat With Me

An angel sat with me, when I was young,
Taught me how to act and have fun,
Guided me through the meaning of life,
A helpful hand through my trouble and strife,

Reached out and helped me along,
Though most of the time, I was wrong,
An angel sat with me, when I was young,
Showed me the beauty of the sun,

Now that the angel maybe far away,
Or sitting with me throughout the day,
For others ideas of Angels maybe far flung,
An angel sat wit me, when I was young,

One day I will meet my guide,
With the rolling of the last tide,
Until that day Mum,
I will admire the beauty of the sun.


New Rhyming Poems On Angels Poetry Contest 
           Sponsored by: Emile Pinet 
           Date:05/08/2018

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Time

Alarm clock rings away, 

A start of another day, 

The race has begun, 

Time is waiting for no one.




Monday is around again, 

the weekend smile is down the river, 

Tic toc tic toc, 

Enough to create a shiver.




Clock keeps ticking, 

As life is dragged along, 

Day and night flies by, 

Haven't got time is the cry.




Things need to be done yesterday, 

What about today? 

The future is not far away, 

As we blink another day.




Clock has put out a trance, 

Sucking everyone in, 

Without a song and dance, 

The minutes tick, it's so slick.




Human master on the wall, 

Punctual, Precise, Obedient and Proud, 

Life revolving around it's call, 

Tic toc tic toc.

05/08/2018