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The house hung precariously towering over the pavement ready, like Tom-All-Alone's, to collapse on any innocent passer by who happened to look up at the dilapidated clock set in its faded wooden housing An artist inhabited the cellar that looked out on the tump-laden grass at the rear, sans windows ...

It is my Christmas Poem Bob, A Christmas in Wales (1953) by Ieuan ap Hywel.

I was taken by how brilliant the layout and the fonts Bob, I really think it enhances the poems.

Well done Bob, great honour. It is a well designed website.
I am in with the January 2024 edition, not December 2023.

Well done, Bob.

Thanks Bob. I didn't mean to post this, Bob. It's can old one. But when I saw it again and read it I said What the heck. I do enjoy reading it myself. Did you notice my post in Palava regarding wiseOwl.com. They've accepted 'Christmas (1953)' for their December edition. Perhaps Billy should post the...

It's too obtuse for me. I didn't get it until Bob explained in his post. Does poetry have to be an enigma. Bukowski came out and just said it straight too in-your-face straight and crude with it, filthy crude, not that I'm advocating crude poetry. He has a large following now he's passed over, or as...

My Poem: One of a thousand Drunken Nights has been featured in Poetry Arts Forum https://openartsforum.com/forum/threads/featured-archive Rat Pack of Seven A million drops of drizzled rain shine glistening on my coat - reflecting the light from the flash, surrounded by my group of friends. Exams are...

The photo shows all eight of us. All dead except me and Ron.

I've put it out Bob. Fingers crossed.

Edited, I tried to put a photo on as it gives a sense to the poem but failed.
I'd spelled jeans as genes.

Well, I thought I was agreeing with you. I mean so many people think old people should be put down let alone have sex. I think it is hot, sex is hot. Sex is healing and age doesn't come into it when two people love each other. Maybe I said it all wrong. I actually enjoyed the poem. Going off to find...

Cats maybe, cuddly but they spoil the lawn and torment birds.

Done, thanks Bob.

Touchy topic. :) But if you love a woman then putting the line on or off doesn't matter. We are attracted like opposite poles of a magnet to each other. The need overpoweringly strong as witness by octogenarian billionaires marrying again and again ad infinitum . Brave new world writing to touch suc...

Your love of birds coming out in another poem, Bob. As child they were the only feathered friends I knew. We had a birdbath and I fed them crusts of bread and watched from behind the dining room glass window. Not so prevalent these days, their habitat squeezed somewhat by other species that thrive b...

Man listens to the arguments God does not care about the fate of the innocents. That He is impartial to the evil done under the sun. Man found it hard to see children cut off from the land of the living to hear the wail of despair from the mothers the cry for revenge from the fathers They prayed for...

As I said, I've been reading old poems.

Thanks Friends
Sadly, I think we are all in the same boat of suffering.

Thanks Billy.

Evocative,
It's true.
Desperate men can turn around
Well done, Billy.

Cheers Bob, the season yet to begin. You are welcome
but no alcohol.

Is like meeting an old flame
They get better with age.

ieuan ap hywel (20230

I have been reading the backlist of poems on this site.
It is amazing how many good poems there are.