Wallers

Genius of muscle
Energy of soul
Creation of the obvious
Taking on the role
Convivial of consciousness
What good wallers do
Consumers of real character
A picture postcard true.

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Glastonbury

History sits a top of the hill
In the midst of it all a magical spill
Of light offering brightness
A shining in fact
After the climb I just react
To the beauty surrounding us
Heart felt am I
A wondrous creation
Of the earth and the sky

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Bee’s

Bee’s laden down

With pollen galore

hardly able to fly

Making honey  so raw

on the beautiful bushes

Feel the black berries fire

Which , the insects admire

and an odd butterfly

far far from the sky

flits here and there

I just don’t know why

in the suns dying rays

so worthy of praise.

suddenly takes off

and leaps even higher.

 

 

 

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Explore the TOR

When pigeons are playing
Wildness responds
with joy and affection
All those true bonds
Of friendship and caring
High on the TOR
The wondrous reflection
No one dare ignore

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Moelwynion

This evening

just look at the sky

a gorgeous blue

where great rocks lie

the mountain stares back

 

making me

feel wonderful

just to see

its cliff top gradients

its darker side

 

Great conifers

from side to side

in the foreground

Dolgellau sits

 

in the sunlight

thrilled to bits

all that grey stone

all that age

sun kissed  frontages

off the page

 

grassy fields

shadows roam

eyes bewitched

all from my home

Moelwynion stares back

eyes to eye

centuries before

 

we can rely

on other folk

who also see

the bounteous mountain

 

 

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Butterflies and Crocosmia

Butterflies and Crocosmia

Newts  are hiding in the pool

and frogs too kind of croakingly

sing their arias

One and all

sparrow children search for seeds

wherever brambles ply

plantain seed heads stand aloft

Apparently thats why

wildness  looks so beautiful

It’s  actually everywhere

every single place you look

So seasonally aware

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Moelwynion

From my bedroom

Over Yonder

Moelwynion stares at me

a mountainous transfusion

Its how it wants to be

a dark mass staring avidly

at the greenery below

looking down at Dolgellau

buildings dotted

what  a show

windows doors and roof tops
face

 

stones of such an age

surrounded by green farmland

and
Pine trees  off the page

 

Simply amazing tree lined vistas
And sunlit golden vales

Cader Idris smilingly

significantly pales

into a great landscape

of rocky lanes and trails.

Cavorting with the greyer clouds

a dance in time maybe

wherein a light force melodramatically

its the magic  We dream about

into infinity.

 

 

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38 days imagine that

Industrial chicken farms sicken me

Shropshire  one day will

realise it’s madness

so much blood will spill

lots of tiny chickens

given space to be

hatching at an excessive growth

And the vilest purgatory

 

180,000 innocent birds will be

kept in industrial hatcheries

and it’s done unnaturally

from birth to death

38 days

imagine that will you

the money that they are going to make

it is purest travesty

 

what will be a welfare disaster

the stench of kingdom come

180,ooo birds the smell alone

will numb

the senses of the people

unnaturally cruel lives

excessive growth and suffering

nobody survives

this onslaught

from the momentLife is given to

baby chicks we hear their tormented screams

oh yes it’s true

 

industrial sheds, grim awfulness

intensive farming  where

all these innocent life forms

live in such despair

north of blackbrook cottages

and the university

the waterways will suffer
Utter adversity

 

 

 

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Henbane

Henbane thrives on chalk

and sand

and likes the smell of the sea

where Infinity plys

its organic food

on the chalky downs

it can be viewed

 

its stems can grow

to some three foot high

pale green leaves

what soft hair achieves

Saturn so says Culpeper a

weird and magical soul

at play

 

it shows abundance  yes from June

its yellow flowers

its purple line

 

strongly veined

like pendulums

fruits of fire

and dark desire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dolgellau

A pastel blue sky

Moelwynion on high

the white hill

The little white hill

staring down

at Dolgellau

it’s pinnacle beauty

a backdrop of grandness

the town

 

nestled below many listed

dry stone walls

narrow lanes

pretty hills

crowded together

parkland and woods

tight sun kissed roof tops
wrestled and nestled
the river the bridges all good

 

 

 

they guard us They bring us

to glory

cobbles and buildings of stone

all kinds of shops

exciting stops

over the centuries it’s grown

 

puffs of white cloud

drenched in sunlight
a jet steals our tranquility
It’s  engines burstingExplosively noisily

Awelfa’s windows shudderingly pounding

Natives  don’t bother

travellers, well they

hear them above us

it’s a Thursday.

 

 

 

 

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The mindset of the rural craftsman

A Dry stone Waller

standing true

A precise and local art form

View

those local stones
tradition rules

intelligence as culture calls

dressing and placement

working outside

it feels to me

those who confide

Of porosity and lasting power

compression wise

With each passing hour

frost

resistance

too it seems

the builders heartfelt way

redeems

his strength and purpose

naturally

ashlar or rubble

powerfully

Self supported seemingly

alliteration honestly

visually attractive

to the eye

Puzzling  those who  do apply

Their rural crafts and wisdom, they

where plants  thrive

building every day

 

a medium exceptionally

a local craft bound to survive

Rural crafts apparently

use is made conceptually

a living art form standing bold

brought to life  it’s stories told

of igneous rocks  of belching fire

of fields  of stone

yes they do perspire

in Summers heat

in Winters wet

That’s most dry stone wallers

that I have met.

 

 

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Wildlife meadows

I adore  the wildlife meadows

as do the Bee’s that fly

the godly pollinators

up against a toxic sky

China sends its glyphosate

from Bayer’s mindset who

attack the very principle

of life sadly it’s true

 

A great blaze of yellow

and tiny orchids too

such violence thrown into the pot

to cripple and to screw

Habitats of vastness
blooms of true desire

looking from a distance

you can feel that fire

 

hillsides reel as insects

our buzzing creeping stars

many carrying pollen

beware the  horrid  tzars

North Wales  brings its vastness

wildflowers everywhere

red campion and trefoil

and fields just to compare

 

a rarity of reason

Snowdonia the park

Natures is up against it
Where Big Pharma leaves it’s mark.

murdering and weakening

the systems round about

Taking out the birds and the Bees

and leaving us in no doubt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Cader Idris

Cader Idris peeps from its missionary high

Shrouded  in mist, with its purposeful eye

Aware of all  history, rugged it be

A great chair of Idris something to see
blood curdling light a dominant force

a giant evokes its historic source

looking down at Dolgellau

a township of soul
where the Welsh people live

and are loved in the role

 

 

observers all wanting

stone walls that be

In an ancient

Embrace

With their true destiny

 

many have climbed And have felt honestly
the paths to the summit
And just being free

Accompanying them

With such beauty and grace

how many of them observantly chase

a rhyme in the making

a magic ascent

Observant  of meter

their spirit  they lent

 

as azure lakes sparkle

and senses proclaim

a mountainous effort an immeasurable

fame

stout boots and souls drenched in muscle and brawn

Those  who sleep in it’s aura

are woken at dawn

 

reciting their stanzas

a madness some say

A wonderful talent

born out of the fey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wild paths

Those puffed up gentry people
Snobs who reckon they
Have every right to slaughter
Wild children born to play
Among the wooded forests
Where lichen pathways lead
Into our magical kingdom
Where our brothers and sisters feed

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little elephants emboldened by their mother

The tenaciousness of little ele’s
Courage and the rest
With mother feeding nearby
They realise whose best
At offering them protection
Against the evil man
Look at them as bold as brass
🐘

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Is it really Summer

Constant changes

all around us

everywhere we look

fairyland is out there

its says so in my book

shrubs are leaning

summer

is fighting  to be free
the halcyon days are constant
and more hedgerow fruits we see

 

The bramble talons catch me

a blood spot follows free

she sweeps out of her precious self
in search of freedom she

instinctively is tasting

a droplet hot and red

my legs and ankles also torn

and for some time they bled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Such a voice

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Such a voice
It echoes through
Ones heart and soul
We know it’s true
How tears do form
How hearts do beat
Talent out there in the street

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Scum bag trophy hunter

Murdering a baby
A little innocent soul
A rabbit  oh so gentle
Knowing it’s purest role
Wondering why this human
Threw her at a car
Smashed her little body
She felt him from afar
Giggling like an idiot
Coffee drinking lout
Who needs a proper hiding
And that’s without a doubt.

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Long gone seemingly

I stew in my loneliness

thats where I be

surrounded by white boards And

controversy

 

who still writes poetry?

in this day and age

of wifi and I clouds
and emf rage

techies are everywhere

 

a great dictation

 

prescriptive texts

minus salvation

artless creations

night time  refrains
Apple  and google

and just tighter chains

We all are now prisoners

no poetry

Keats , Newbolt  and Browning

are long gone

seemingly.

 

 

 

 

The world is being led by the artless

who work without logic  primarily

 

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Yorkshire

Dry stone walls
No mortar
A binding one can say
Skilfull is the builder
As of nature
It’s a way
Finesse is what we see
It matches a fine Yorkshire scene
And does it magically

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The music of consumption

Can we see

with our nose

can we think with our ears

when the suns on the grass

Does it bring us to tears
it does in the depths

where  few far awayMay see a small butterfly

It’s tongue on this day

the nectar of petals

a solemn desire

A Hare wants to share

is prepared to leap higher

do we sigh with our soul

do we rigidly feel
does that ache in our bones

that some might conceal

Can frustration be ours
a poignant remark
can we sit on the fence
and sing with the Lark

Dare we compete

will our

throats be too dry
if we had feathers

then could we fly

or fall off the fence

and just cry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Later still

Dolgellau is a parchment

where Godly artistry

takes place every single day

Great light is how  it be

of the mountains of the fields

every single

hue

rain or sun

when the day is done

The eyes know what to do

what is a great infusion

of Gods artistry

falling shy of the night sky

Comes a restful summary.

 

 

 

 

 

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This evening in Dolgellau

A blue sky back

the mountain top

bathed in a Misty shroud

the sun has reached its belly

in a shining,  it looks proud

Dolgellau bathed in light tonight

a big white smile from here

 

looking out from Awelfa

it really looks quite near

a lot of rain fell earlier

the bushes outside shine

its amazing how they recuperate

from a dousing and look divine.

 

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A study in light and refinement

Light is the artist of being

there to bring out

landscapes  where

bushes and great swathes of gentle acclaim

inclines that bleed

and  then share

 

Tree  tops where shadows  are  rolling

where torrents of greyness abide

Peering  through Dolgellau’s

chimney pots sandstone

a summers day  won’t be denied

 

from Awelfa on stalks

a  green movement

dancing in unison they

form a crescendo of colour

Some march hardly move

some just sway

 

that halo of mist

rolls above us

it almost reaches the sky

Brighter by far

at the summit

a mysterious look

in its eye

 

 

 

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Iceland and it’s disrespect of the Mare

Riding a horse

getting up on its back

one’s thighs feel it’s verve

It’s a sort of attack
on another the rider

Of course they Lack  soul

a distinct element

where is the need

the horse a reminder

for us to succeed

 

why be prejudicial

toward a Mare

whilst respecting a stallion

I mean it’s not fair

a throwback idea

to the Vikings  for they

lived long long ago

That the horse it  should pay

not only ridden

But still eaten today

 

farms number 90 or so

see abuse

Mares being tortured

blood farms

a vile noose

sucking the blood
from the pregnant mares

the whining and savagery

nobody cares

 

beaten restrained broken

they be

a  programme of larceny

for the PMSG

its wanted for profit

not prophet led

blaming the Vikings

all of them dead

 

 

centuries before

flared nostrils, we see

Eyes widely open,

kicked and beaten they be

Extracting  the blood

forcing fast pregnancies

It’s just a flood

 

such violence it be

Injected into Sows

into Sheep  into Goats

and into Cows

those peculiar notes

Gonadotropin

the serum of  those

who gave it unwillingly

and it still shows

..

 

Don’t blame the Christians

History tries

eating the horse

is no pagan surprise

vegans today

Like me what I say

is respect them

Let’s love them

for that is God’s way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jackie

I was so fortunate

this very morning

phoning a taxi

and getting

jackie ck

thoughtful and caring

she came on time

and she was sharing

her thoughts and her

kindness  a lass,

mindful she

made me feel  comfortable

clearly a good heart

Dolgellau  truthfully fine place to be

she had been here seven years

and me only a week

full of  the spirit of Wales

many seek.

 

thank you Jackie for going that extra mile

 

 

 

 

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Neighbours

I met Cliff today

the landscaper

 

another neighbour of mine

a builder  at two

a landscaper at One

 

and a poet with little to do

 

 

 

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First trip to the Coop

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Is it a halo I can see

The Cambrians  look like a halo has formed

the dew point where temperatures fall

create  cold air drainage

That resembles a  halo

magically seen as a rule

At sunrise one can encounter

the phenomenon  dangerously  We

need to be careful when  air fog  doth appear

where bearings are lost

instantly.

 

 

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Guthrie Jones and Jones

Guthrie Jones and Jones

Solicitors supreme

Manon was my individual

indeed she was the cream

a member of distinction

efficient through and through

purchasing my home through her

the most  expeditious thing  to do

a relatively complex schedule

handled with consummate ease

purposefully and ethically

Honestly

i do seize

this opportunity

to the ultimate degree

to say aloud how excellent she was

All beautifully

an air of complete confidence

in the vast extreme

she made the proceedings

simple heading up her team.

affable and ethical to a vast degree

I actually count my lucky stars to have found her actually.

 

Guthrie Jones & Jones

Waterloo Chambers

Dolgellau

LL40 1 AU

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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