really
you would think so
wouldn’t you
it used to be
that you thought it was obvious
obviously it wasn’t
Sunday, 31 March 2024
Saturday, 30 March 2024
good grief
good grief
grief
the thief
of time
when time itself amused
and did not the throes
of lost time impose
upon the brief time
we have together to
laugh time in the face
and never to look backwards
or see the waterfall ahead
for gentle is that stream
where all appears as if a dream
Friday, 29 March 2024
Thursday, 28 March 2024
Caitlyn B
Caitlyn B Young
tonight
Caitlyn B …
When you are famous
Remember me
Caitlyn B …
By nature young
Stay young for me
Caitlyn B …
What does the B stand for
Do whisper your secret to me
Caitlyn B …
All drama
And theatrey
Caitlyn B …
Your sweetness
Is so dear to me
Caitlyn B
When you are famous
Send your love to me
year 4A cwm junior school 1960
year 4A cwm junior school 1960
michael harries
fell over and broke his front tooth in half
jean sergeant
joined the army and became a sergeant
janet bishop
does she remember the boiler room steps
yvonne glover
sang ‘holy moses i am dying’
michael brock
licked the soles of his shoes
paul gold
rocked from one foot to the other non-stop
lynwen tar brush
had blotty writing
hairy rosser
had hairy arms
athena quail
was from greece
john ashford and jennifer symonds
down the naughty field
terry mills
went fishing with john ashford
janet rees
from the little hardware shop
wendy thomas
lived up the cefn
marlene morgan
became a spanish teacher
carol grey
failed and then succeeded
susan varney
her younger brother got born with down’s syndrome
alan rees
top of the class In dullness
derek copp
married someone in the class
gloria puttyfoot
had a funny name
john davies
was a prefect he’s dead now
anthony john davies
we called him adj
janice mainwaring
had a spider monkey
john erasmus
caught yellow jaundice in mattie’s gutter
lynda page
worked in a wallpaper shop
mr rees
relished the bamboo cane
mr sinnett
headmaster his son became a brain surgeon
me_ritocracy
first row second desk
oh i remember now
there were others
who created such an impression
that i have forgotten them
one more day of sin
one more day of sorrow
one more day in this lousy old dump
for we are breaking up tomorrow
we broke up
beneath the grief
beneath the grief
the wrath of grief spat
into the teeth of a gale
slowly subsiding
the sun is over the horizon
dip your toes in
for real
the tides of time
both ebb and flow
flow and ebb
there now
my cariad
there now
relatively speaking
relatively speaking
as we get older
your age is catching up with me
if we get to infinity
will you be the same age as me
as near as damn it
i’ll dare say it you see
that distance is relative
as you grow closer to me
for the time is fast approaching
when the front will be the back
when the last shall be first
and …
now look i’ve gone and lost track