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Thirty-Eight Orbits
They said I’d never walk alone, That wheels would carve my path in stone. Yet fate had plans they couldn’t see,A fire inside was guiding me. In Year 10, with steady stride, By Jackie’s side, I walked with pride. Llyn Brenig stretched so vast, so wide—Eight miles, then nine, defying tides. For all my days, through joy and strife, I only sought to honour life, To make them proud—my blood, my kin— A legacy that glows within. At Henshaws, where my dreams took flight, I found my heart, my guiding light. Natalie’s love, so pure, so true, Through trials fierce, we forged anew. Yet shadows fell, dark whispers came, At…
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Robin Hood in Reverse?
A councillor spoke, bold and brash, “Rob Peter for Paul, take more in cash!” But take from the poor to give to the rich? Seems like he’s lost the plot—a real bait-and-switch. Our roads are crumbling, streets unsafe, Toilets shut or vandal’s waif. Schools left begging for staff and supplies, While doctors and dentists wave their goodbyes. A glasshouse rises, all shiny and grand, Yet shops sit empty across the land.Colwyn Bay’s lost its heart and soul, Taxed out of business—an empty shell whole. So here’s my plea, if you truly care, Give back your allowance—show us you’re fair.Meet your people, hear their cries, See the world through struggling eyes. But don’t raise tax—we’re stretched too thin, Austerity’s…
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Storm in a Teacup
Have you heard of the phrase, so often said? A storm in a teacup—spinning in your head. A tempest confined, yet raging inside, Twisting, shouting, no place to hide. It starts so small, just a ripple, a wave, A thought, a worry, a mind to save. And though a teacup is easy to drain, What if the storm just fills it again? Pour and pour—too much to contain, The weight of the world, the whisper of pain. And when it spills, shatters on the floor, You scramble to gather what was yours before. But hear me now—you’re not alone, The tempest will pass, the winds have flown. Discard the storm, let the echoes cease, Put the cup down,…
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Daffodil
From the earth, each spring they rise, Golden flames beneath wide skies. A nation’s bloom, both bold and bright, A symbol of strength, of hope, of light. Wales has claimed this flower fair, Yellow as laughter, warm as care. Green as the grass of home so dear, Sung by Tom with voice sincere. Its pointed tips—like Eryri’s height, A crown of gold, a nation’s might. A bloom of rebirth, of pride anew, A land resilient, strong and true. Yet beyond the hills and valleys wide, The daffodil stands for those who guide. A beacon of hope, a gentle grace, A hand to hold in life’s last place. Marie Curie’s emblem bright, Through darkest days, a guiding light. Not…
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Llanfair PG
“Oh, you speak Welsh?”—here comes the refrain, The same bloody question yet once again. “Can you say the long funny place name?” As if that’s the height of my nation’s fame. Half of you here, born and bred, Would trip on the words, turn speech to dread. Yet somehow, it lingers, a tongue-twisting dare, A Victorian gimmick—a tourist’s snare. A name so long, a name so grand, Yet what does it offer but sea and sand? Rhosllannerchrugog, once proud and tall, Knocked from the top—no crown at all. John Morris-Jones and his tailoring mate, Sealed poor Rhos’s unlucky fate. And so we are left with a name that’s absurd, And…
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Llysfaen
Lying high on rugged ground, Limestone quarries all around. You’ll gaze in awe at hills and sea, Semaphore signals told ships where to be. From dockside days to village charm, A place I’ve called home, safe and warm. Evening light on cliffs so steep, Nature’s beauty ours to keep.
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Abergele
Amid rolling hills and coastal air, Beneath Gwrych Castle’s watchful stare. Echoes of history in stone so grand, Remembered stories of this land. Gentle waves at Pensarn’s shore, Ebb and flow forevermore. Laughter rings at Manorafon Farm, Embracing nature’s peaceful charm.
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Leading Lights
When you’re sight impaired like me, Light and dark are hard to see. But in this world, a guiding spark— A leading light to cut the dark. They come in many shapes and size, Golden coats, or deep brown eyes. A shepherd’s grace, a Labrador’s might, A guide dog glowing, strong and bright. To me, they are my eyes, my ears, A bridge beyond my deepest fears. But to the world? A pet, a game, A cruel excuse to cast their shame. Yet they are freedom, step by step, A steady path where doubts have crept. Not a status, not for show, A guiding light to help me go. But time moves on, the years slip by, And every…
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Life Sentence
A learning disability—a life sentence, they say,Hear me out, let me explain the way. Life’s not a box, but for many like me,It’s four tight walls, no space to be free. No places to go, no people to see, Confidence shattered, no self-belief. The world moves fast—9 to 5,But we just want to feel alive. We want to Stay Up Late, to break the mold,Yet mountains stand, high and cold. We climb, we push, but there’s only so far,Without a guide, without a star. A Gig Buddy won’t fix it all,But they’re the hand to catch our fall. A friend to walk beside, not ahead,To lift our spirits, not leave…
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A Bone to Pick
I’ve got a bone to pick with this world today, Where kindness fades and ego plays. Selfish minds, sharp tongues, quick hands, Spinning drama, making demands. It’s not your business, not your fight, Not your pot to stir at night. Yet here you stand, nose stuck in, Feeding the flames, thick as sin. Once, respect was something real, Hard work, strong hands on the wheel. No clicks, no likes, no viral fame, No need to make life one big game. But now the kind are dying out, And even the elders scream and shout. What happened to grace? To dignity’s place? Now all we see is a ruthless race. I’m tired of labels, of broken rules, Of people pretending…
