‘Wonky Words’

Posted on July 15, 2022 by | 7 comments

Just to let you know that ‘Wonky Words’ is now available on Kindle and as a paperback from Amazon.

My latest (mainly poetry) poetry book, is raising funds for @TheSanctuaryAngels who provide Angel grants to sanctuaries, animal shelters (and the like) all around the world.

Almost 90 pieces of hand-crafted work are within. Some of my photographs, and a few of my drawings accompanying the words – but don’t let my artwork put you off.

Please check it out at Amazon, download a free sample, write me a letter of complaint, go for a walk, be your own best friend, hug a toy hippo (real ones are a bit large for hugging).

Here is the link: https://amzn.eu/d/gfAes71

Take care; but, most of all… take care.

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mis Genver

Posted on January 29, 2023 by | Leave a comment

mis Genver

to start the new year

(an nowydh bledhen)

y’n Kernewek, my a scrifa,

y’n Kernow, I write.

Skrifer ov vy.

Prydydh ov vy.

Meurastahwi!

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mis = month

mis Genver = January

Genver = Venus

an nowydh bledhen = the new year

y’n Kernewek = in Cornish

y’n Kernow = in Cornwall

Skrifer ov vy = I am a writer

Prydydh ov vy = I am a poet

Meurastahwi! = Thank you!

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The winter runs clear

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The Winter runs clear

like a river it is here,

until the Spring breaks.

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dy’Sul Haiku

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dy’Sul at week’s end,

dydh da, sos – my Sunday friend;

Gerlyow attend.

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A mix of Kernewek and English, with layers of meaning and rhymes combining both.

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dy = a contraction of ‘dydh’ = day

dy’Sul = Sunday

Sul = the Sun

dydh = day

da = good

dydh da = hello! / Good day!

sos = friend

Gerlyow = words

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Across the lake

Posted on January 29, 2023 by | Leave a comment

Across the lake

was the Lake House –

my home –

but, could I reach it

before I blurred out of existence

completely?

The answer, no.

So, discreetly,

I chose to just fade

and go.

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The sky above me

Posted on January 28, 2023 by | Leave a comment

The sky above me

Said she loved me –

I woke up screaming,

I must’ve been dreaming;

and, here it must be revealed –

I woke up in a field.

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A cold winter’s day

Posted on January 28, 2023 by | Leave a comment

It was on a cold winters day

(not a hot winters day,

for that would be silly)

and cold and winter go together;

our winter is their summer;

their summer is our winter;

our spring is their autumn;

our autumn is their spring;

our autumn is their fall;

their fall is confusing –

that’s all I have to say

upon the matter –

anyway, back to the poem.

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It was on a cold winter’s day

that I dreamt Spanish summers ¡O’le!

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Was it worth the wait? 🙂

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Four thumbs and one finger on each hand

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What if I had

four thumbs and one finger

on each hand?

,Well, I would be a freak throughout the land;

but, if everybody had

four thumbs and one finger

on each hand…

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Three hungry pigeons

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Three hungry pigeons,

pecking at the ground,

their hunger never satisfied,

by the scarcity they found.

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Old string vest

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The gulls flew east,

and the gulls flew west;

I stood there watching them

In my old string vest.

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Until, the police came along

and arrested me –

well, it was just a careless oversight, you see;

I wanted to see the gulls flying east,

and the gulls lying west,

and all I managed to put on

was my old string vest –

oops!

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Gulls

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Glorious birds of the sea,

that mean so much to me;

in picture caught,

as only ought

to be.

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