POEMS

WHY WOULD YOU?

Beneath the hood of what we should, Our dreams cascade of what we would, For we must shed the cloak, traditional, To float upon future, conditional.

What would you? why would you? Knowing then, what we know too? What would you for yourself arrange, When buffered by a wind of change?

Why would you write recurring story, Through others thoughts of hope and glory? When you can float on life’s rich sea, And weave your coloured tapestry?

Will Edwards, Porthcawl

TWO METRES APART

People say ‘good morning’ as they walk past How long will Social distancing last? Some take it seriously, some treat it with scorn But I think for a long time it will be the norm. Feel sorry for people who worry too much living their lives without tender touch Feel sorry for the people who do not give a toss And do not feel sympathy for others loss. It is not hard to give a wide berth, So show your respect, do it with mirth

John Griffiths Broadlands, Bridgend

SOMETHING BLUE

Something borrowed Something blue, Is it false, or is it true? A watercolour azure sky Jewelled in lapis lazuli. Orchids dyed through their stems, Gleam on spikes of turquoise gems, A spectrum of colour not quite true. Eyes of intense pithalo blue, Hide deceiving lies, Beneath those hazy, lazy cerulean skies, Retreating into a Prussian blue mood, They await Egyptian blue bluebells in spring, That ring louder, surer than those at a wedding. Yet are they any bluer, or any truer Than the cobalt blue delphiniums I grew, Once in a blue moon.

Sally Richards, Porthcawl

LITTLE SISTER

Well hey there little sister, Just take a look at you, It only seems like last week You wore pink and I wore blue. New matching frocks at Whitsun That became our Sunday best, With t-bar shoes, white ankle socks, We really passed the test. But here you are the years have flown, You’ve children of your own, But you’re still my little sister, Although you’re fully grown. You’re gone now little sister, You’ve sadly passed away. Those memories live in my heart, So you’re with me every day.

Judy Dee, Porthcawl

SEE YOU AGAIN MY FRIEND

It’s the morning after, reality has hit You’re really gone The darkness got you And today we ponder in this empty pit

You rarely verbalised your thoughts But we knew your smile was broken You quietly shone like an angel And now your truth shall be spoken

Not a soul in the world Could share a bad word about you Your love, kindness and compassion Shall forever light Bridgend right the way through

Yellow balloons, glitter and booze Everything pretty for your soul to dwell We shall pray, smile, cheer and cry With each and every cell

I remember the first time we met You gave me your coat because I was cold Your heart shone so bright For that this memory shall never grow old

Everybody has a story to tell About the beautiful person that was you Bridgend has lost its sparkle And so tonight and forever, we will remember you.

Tuesday Turner Brackla, Bridgend

TO A VACCINAYSAYER

To most right minded people It’s a source of consternation That there still are folk like you Who refuse the vaccination Be it fear of the big needles Or asserting body rights You gamble with your safety And other people’s plights You can’t be forced to have it And that’s a legal flaw If I had the means The I would change the law If you go down with Covid That’s no one else’s fault If you pass it to another Then I’d charge you with assault And if that person died Though really I’d hope not You’d be up against a wall And very likely shot The pandemic will remain Whilst you lot are about So don’t you think it’s time You got it sorted out We want shops and pubs to open We need our holidays And that’s not going to happen Whilst we suffer this malaise So to help restore normality And make our lives less drab Get your bloody finger out And go and get the jab

Jim Kyle, North Cornelly

ONLY A GLIMPSE

Only a shimmer of silver, but –Our very first glimpse of the sea And our hearts beat with joy, three girls and one boy, Of the fun that was soon to be How into the waves we’d be dipping Though oft from the breakers we’d flee But it wouldn’t be long we’d be swimming so strong Water babies, made for the sea.

And still sometimes a shimmer of silver Reminds us of pleasure that’s past Though our days in the sea may be over There are joys that for ever will last For God gives us glimpses of glory That come from a far distant shore And of joy that will be in eternity Where sorrow and pain are no more.

So watch out for those shimmers of silver Hear the voice that calls from afar For One has been sent to show us the way It is Jesus, the Bright Morning Star.

Pauline Lewis, Porthcawl