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Tuesday, 18 August 2026

Progress or destruction?

Progress or destruction?

Like slime it seeps silently into our lives

Invisible but toxic

Its poisonous fingers crawling

But we are blind to it

Yet it grows and grows

Like the mighty oak

Relentless

Touching all our lives

Corporate greed

The monster some humans seem desperate to feed

Like a spoilt child

Stamping their feet

Wanting more

But where are the ethics? The moral compass?

Profit over human life

That is the sad reality of modern life

How much money does one person need?

Yet their addiction to perceived success

Knows no end

And who suffers

The little people

After all

You can’t bite the hand that feeds you

And what about our animals

Our plants, trees and wildlife

Which we need to survive

Yet have no qualms in putting them on the path to extinction

Polluted rivers

Contaminated land

Air no longer pure

Yet we repeat the same behaviours

And to what end?

Irreversibly damaging the health of future generations

Like a mask slipping over our faces

We are destroying the thing we need to survive

Our environment

Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet

Author of Eloquent - a collection poems available on Amazon now. ❤️

Wednesday, 15 July 2026

Beyond Croatia

Beyond Croatia

The dash to the gate…

Do you recall the story where I made the crazy journey to Bristol airport to save my mum’s holiday?

I bet you are wondering - did they make that flight?

Lets pick up the story with me waving them off at security with a man shouting down a walkie talkie “I’ve got three passengers for the Croatia flight”, as he gets my mum into a wheelchair. So off the ladies dash towards the gate, a whole plane load of people waiting on their ‘royal’ arrival.

The security guard didn’t get very far when he realised that poor Myra wasn’t much quicker than my mum. He can’t push two wheelchairs though can he. He turns to Heather “could you push your friend in a wheelchair?” he asks. Now I should explain that Heather is slightly older than my mum and tiny. We have to hold onto her in high winds because she’s so slight. Fair play to Heather she grabs a wheelchair and Myra climbs in. So now it’s like whacky races - Heather and the security guard racing the length of the airport building.

How they did it I will never know but they made the flight. They had to do that walk of shame down the aisle of the aeroplane. All eyes on them. People rolling their eyes and tutting. I can imagine them thinking, “how can anyone cut it so fine to catch a flight?” “old people , honestly” more sighs and eye rolling. In response to the glaring eyes my ladies feel the need to say loudly, the taxi didn’t turn up. If it wasn’t for my daughter we’d have never made the flight.

They plonk themselves into their seats, breathing a sigh of relief and wondering if 5:30am was too early to order a gin and tonic. They’d made the flight - the angels must have been on our side that day and I’d saved the Croatian dream.

London Calling

As for me? At this point I’m sweating profusely watching the road signs countdown the miles to London. George had been no help whatsoever. Just go off at the next junction. But what if it takes me off round the houses, I’d whined. I could sense him shaking his head and wondering how I could be so hopeless with directions. “Are you sure you made it to Bristol airport?” He laughs “and your mum isn’t on some flight to goodness knows where”. At this point I decide to terminate the conversation and realise I’m flying solo.

Follow the satnav, you can’t go wrong …

It rather reminded me of the time when I’d visited my sister in Bristol. She’d sent me on my way and told me leaving Bristol (yes - Bristol again!) was really easy. I was to just go down here and I’d see the motorway signs and I’m good to go. Yes, yes, I reply. I’m not joking I think I saw the Bristol suspension bridge about 6 times. Each time I saw it coming up I thought oh man I’ve done another loop!

Or the time I drove my mum and sister back from Wrexham. We refer to that trip as The Grand Tour of Wales - no matter how hard I tried to follow the satnav I kept taking wrong turns. I’d just say “it’s ok, it’s re-routing”. What should have been a three hour journey ended up taking about six hours. I kid you not - at one point George rang to see where we were, when I told him he just said what on earth are you doing there? That’s nowhere near where you should be going,

You get the picture!

Homeward Bound

Anyway back to London - it was lovely doing a bit of sightseeing. No, of course I didn’t! I managed to get off at the next exit and I was relieved to find I actually got onto the motorway going the right way!

As I’m driving along, feeling much more confident now I’m facing the right way, my phone rings. I answer it using my hands free option. It was the taxi firm. I spoke with one very distraught, upset lady, she could not apologise enough. It transpires the whole midnight pick up time had given some cause for confusion. They offered to pay for my petrol and were arranging a meal out for all of us. Me, still feeling like a super hero, say “no, honestly it’s fine”. I should probably add emergency airport transfers to my CV.

As I’m approaching the services thinking about pulling off to see if my boss has messaged my phone rang again. This time it was Heather’s daughter-in-law. Now I assume Heather had messaged them to tell them I was taking them to the airport. Heather had apparently spoken with them but due to work commitments they couldn’t do it. So I’m a bit confused when Sally opens with “Oh my goodness, do you have any idea where Heather is?”. Internally I’m thinking, well I hope she’s on a plane to Croatia. “What do you mean?” I ask, now thinking maybe the ladies hadn’t made the flight and perhaps I’d celebrated too soon. “We’ve been ringing her all night, she’s not answered her phone, where are they?”. I reply “they should be on a plane”. “You took them to the airport? How on earth did you make that flight?”. I laugh - “Sally, I have no idea”.

I pull over at the services desperate for a wee and some breakfast. I look at my watch, I was well and truly late for work. I text one of my team members, who remind me, the boss is on a course, that explains the radio silence. No working from home for me I groan. So I hit the road and head for home.

It was a very quick shower and change of clothing - that was the point when I realised I’d actually put my top on back to front in the dark. I smile - still not quite believing I’d actually got the ladies on their flight. I wondered where they were and it was at that point I realised, they would have landed. So they made it to Croatia quicker than it had taken me to drive back to Tenby (via London).

I get to work, not too late - I’m now feeling like some sort of superstar as I regale my colleagues with the story of getting three old ladies to a flight in Bristol.

When I finally get home, exhausted there was no acknowledgment from George about my incredible feat. No he just says “how was London?”

Last Call for Croatia

Last Call For Croatia

The following is based on a true start, with perhaps a little bit of embellishment!

“Granny is trying to ring you.” I woke with a start and glanced at the clock - just before 1am. “What - she should be on her way to the airport”

That folks is where our story begins….

I shot up out of bed. “What did she say?” - Dom answers with the dreaded words “Their taxi hadn’t shown up”.

My mum who is 80 is going off on holiday to Croatia with two of her friends. We live about two and a half hours from Bristol airport - on a clear run.

“Shoot shoot shoot!” I say, by now George has risen from his slumber. “What’s going on?” I explain that the taxi hasn’t turned up as I’m running down the corridor to retrieve my mobile. George says “well that’s unlucky, they’re screwed then aren’t they”. With that he rolls back over.

By this time I’ve rung my mum. I ask her what’s happened, she explains that Heather has tried ringing the taxi firm but there’s no answer. “Why didn’t you ring me straightaway?” Mum replies “I rang the landline but nobody answered and I didn’t want to wake you”. I let out a sigh and say “but mum how are you going to get to the airport if you didn’t wake someone - I’m on my way”.

I’m now frantically groping round in the dark for anything that resembles clothing. I pull on yesterday’s jeans and a top, trying to recall if I’d spilt my tea down it last night. Once again sleeping beauty rolls over - “What are you doing?” he murmurs, still half asleep. I explain that I’m taking them to the airport, he asks what time their flight is, I tell him it’s about 5:30am - at this point he just sits up and says “you will never make it”. I very stubbornly reply “well watch me try!”. This is followed very quickly by a pang of mild panic. “Come with me?” I plead. I knew the answer before he blurted it out - “no chance”.

I quickly run a comb through my tangled hair - look at my makeup bag and think nope I’ve really not got time. It’s dark anyway and who am I going to know at Bristol airport anyway?

I dash out the door and head to my mums house, which is about 10 minutes - in the wrong direction! To my surprise she’s stood on the doorstep all ready to go. I jump out, I grab her suitcase, shouting to her “get in, get in, quick” - it began to feel like I was some sort of getaway driver. I put mum’s case in the boot and climb back into the car. I turn to mum and start to bark orders, like she’s my rally co-driver. “Right mum I need you to Google Bristol Airport and find the postcode, then you need to ring them and ask them what time the next flight to Croatia is”. I leave mum with her homework and set to picking up Heather.

We pull up at Heather’s house two minutes later - once again I dash out the car and grab her case. Now I have a Volkswagen Polo - in my moment of thinking I could be some sort of holiday saviour I had not given a thought to the fact that three ladies equalled three cases. Ohh crap I think to myself - where’s Myra’s case going? Maybe she will just have a hold-all.

I dismiss this minor detail as we drive on (again not en route) to get Myra. I pull up and see Myra and her case, which looked almost as big as her. Oh double crap I think - that case is not going in my boot. I tell Myra to wait a minute to see if I can get her case in the car. I heave it up, determined deep down to prove these men wrong and get the women on their flight. I wedge the case in the middle seat and Myra squeezes in beside it. I glance back and see Heather and Myra with a case, sat like the Chinese wall, between them. A wave of relief washes over me - where on earth would George have sat if I’d dragged him along - on Myra’s lap?

At this point I actually stopped, glanced at the satnav estimated time and thought we are never making this flight. Then I heard the chorus from the back - “thank you so much for this, we are so grateful”. I smile a feeble smile - “errrr it’s ok but we are not there yet”.

By now my mum was on the phone to the airport, she quietly says - “so there’s no other flights today - not for another couple of days”. My heart sank - I feel the pressure of a whole holiday weighing on my shoulders. What am I doing I think to myself and I’ve got work today - not even tomorrow - in fact in a few hours. What am I going to tell my boss - yeah I’m going up be a tad late, funny story, I’m in Bristol.

I think right I’ve got to give it a go - I think of George and Dom back in the land of nod - a pair of doubting Thomases.

“Right ladies, let’s see if we can catch this plane”! So off we set, at least the roads were dead. Inside my stomach is churning like a washing machine because what I haven’t disclosed to my passengers is that even with a satnav my sense of direction is awful. We could end up anywhere - I cannot get lost I’m thinking with determined resolve.

It was a quiet journey, I think the ladies slept a little. At one point my mum turned to me and said “don’t go too fast” - I turn and say “mum if I don’t drive to the speed limit you will never catch that plane!”.

I will never know how I did it but I cannot tell you the huge sense of relief when I actually found my way to the airport without making a single mistake. I even managed to find the short stay drop off car park. I park up and quickly get out the car. I quickly get the cases out - I’m shouting again “come on, come on, we’ve got to hurry”. I turn to my party and the realisation dawned on me that they are all mature ladies so they are not running anywhere, “I will go on ahead” I shout. As I now think I’m some sort of hero I grab two of the cases and with one each side I start running, deep down thinking there’s no way the we are making check in as the flight is due to leave in about 30 minutes.

The terminal is heaving with people, chilled out people, in holiday mode - everywhere. I just start shouting, like my life depended on it “excuse me, excuse me”! I ran through the doors and there I see the biggest queue - snaking round and round. I do a quick scan, a bit like the one Wonder Woman used to do, when assessing danger. There, I spy someone in a holiday rep uniform - I just push my way through, still trying to wheel two cases. I just blurt out “Croatia flight, taxi didn’t turn up”. The rep tells me to go straight to the end desk. I run as fast as I can.

I arrive a sweaty wild mess. “Taxi didn’t turn up” I puff “are we too late to check in” - to my surprise she answers “no, we can probably just get you checked in - passports and tickets please”. At this point I glance across the terminal floor to see my ladies, strolling across towards me - well to be fair, they are a little bit past sprinting age! I remember Heather has the tickets, I see her and turn to run back to her. At this point I realise I’m now in an airport and I can’t leave the two cases, they could end up part of a controlled explosion! So off I go again with the two cases. “Tickets, Heather, tickets”. Heather had them to hand and we make it back to the desk. By now my whole party are at the desk. The lady is checking passports and tickets, I’m loading the cases onto the belt (feeling pretty smug) - the lady then hands over the boarding passes. She then utters the words “you’ve not made this flight yet you’ve got about 10 minutes to get to the gate”. Well it hadn’t quite been challenging enough, had it. My heart sank. What a fool I was to think I was home and dry.

It was at this point my mum said the words “I need the toilet” and like children in school Heather and Myra concurred. “You’ve not got time for the toilet” comes the voice from behind the desk. “I’m desperate” mum pleads. “Quick then, pee like your life depends on it”. I stand outside the toilets, shuffling like someone needing the loo. You know the toilet dance we all do.

I’m tapping my watch because we all know when you tap your watch you reverse time - not! I hear the hand dryers going, really ladies? I lift my hand to my face and sigh.

I turn to find the security signage and see the stairs. I know my mum can’t climb those stairs but I spot the lift. At this stage my stress levels are off the scale. I’m back in some sort of teacher mode “the lift, there, come on”! We arrive at the lift doors and there’s a lady with someone in a wheelchair, I’m thinking these ladies are squeezing in with you come what may. “I’ve called the lift” the lady advises us, I smile back, glancing at my watch (still not going back in time) and I’m feeling quite sick. We wait, we wait - no lift. Come on, come on! Then I look at the lift panel, nothing is lit up. It was at this point I realised the lady hadn’t pressed the button. I politely reach across “I’ll just press it again”. Lo and behold the lift doors open, it was like winning the speed boat on Bullseye. Joy, but realising it’s still pointless if they don’t get to the gate. I run upstairs to meet them at the top, where I throw myself at a security guard. “Croatia” I gasp. The man shot into action - “quick follow me “ he says to the ladies, we’ve got about 3 minutes, at the same time he’s reaching for a walkie talkie. He immediately can see that my mum is not very quick so he grabs a wheelchair “climb aboard madam”.

At this point I realise - my work here is done. I can do no more. I can’t go any further I have to let my babies fly the nest - literally! I wave them goodbye and turn to go, watching my mum being whisked away in her new chariot.

I’m exhausted, I am dying for a cuppa and starving. I glance round and see all the coffee shops. Ohh yes I think I will have a nice cup of tea and bacon butty. However, I suddenly remember I’ve left the car in the short stay car park which is probably £5 a minute. No time for a drink - I take a deep breath and inhale the smell of freshly baked croissants. I walk back to the car park, I pull out my phone, best text my boss - explain - I won’t be in by 8. I text her thinking I’d get a reply saying, just work from home today. Nothing.

I pay the car park fee, or should I say, the ridiculous ransom to release my car and I set the satnav for home. I’m completely confident I can find my way home. I pull into a garage and grab a cold drink and some sweets. I head off feeling a lot more chilled and if I say so myself as proud as a peacock. I wanted to say to people - I saved the holiday for three ladies - they said it couldn’t be done but I got them on that flight. Super powers? No, just pure grit and determination. At this point I imagine me laughing and saying - well anyone would have done the same thing.

Now don’t ask me what happened - I have no idea (probably the daydreaming) but a few minutes later I’m phoning George asking him what to do as I’m currently heading the wrong way down the motorway destined for London…

It would appear getting three ladies to Croatia, against the clock - easy. Getting myself home - an entirely different story.

Monday, 13 July 2026

The Well of Words

See that

Down that big black hole?

No, I don’t see anything .

I strain my eyes, peering into the darkness

Here, use this

Says the faceless voice

A large magnifying glass

Is thrust into my hand

Look again

Ahhh right, yes I see now

And there it is

My first self published poetry book

Swallowed by a vast deep well

Along with thousands of other books

My heart sinks a little

What’s the point!

The point, says the voice,

Is that your words are captured forever

One day, someone may lower a hand

into the darkness down

And pull my words up into the light

Pembrokeshire Poet

Fragility of life

Fragility of Life

The glass you hold in your hand

Has a fragility about it

Unlike us humans

It’s completely transparent

But like us

There is a need to handle with care

An accidental knock

And the glass can crack or chip

As the glass tumbles to the floor

We know its fate

But unlike the glass

When we feel like we are in pieces

We can heal

A cracked glass can still hold water

A broken heart can be mended

Those shattered pieces

Can be gathered up

Made into a beautiful mosaic

Admired by many

Like the chipped glass

We can still fulfil our purpose

Pembrokeshire Poet

Hope is all we have

Hope Is All We Have

I twisted my fingers tighter
The pain of holding on…..
Cuts through every inch of my flesh

I tighten my grip
Can’t let go

I must hold on
I breathe - filling my lungs

That invisible force
Gives me strength

I realise the thread I’m gripping
It’s thickening

I loosen my grip a little
Relief washes over me

Every moment I hold on
The thread becomes stronger

When all you see is darkness
Then all you have is hope

Hold on to it

It will grow

Always there
And sometimes …..
It’s all we have

Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet 14/10/2024

Sunday, 21 June 2026

Bracing!

Bracing!

I’m going in, the sea looks lovely

I strive towards the water’s edge

The waves are lapping on the shore

Inviting me to step right in

I peer into the deep blue sea

It’s crystal clear - I spy the sandy bed

I tentatively put my foot forward

As a wave crashes over my bare foot

Blimey - it’s freezing!

I think my foot’s gone blue

But here I stand on the shore

Committed to my first sea swim

So I put my other foot down

Numbness setting in

No looking back now!

So I scream and squeal.

Quite a theatrical show…..

I finally dipped my whole body in

Breathe - just breathe!

I paddle back to the shore

“Nice swim?” The stranger shouts to me

“Ohh fabulous” I say through chattering teeth

“Bracing!” What a British thing to say 🤣

Sunday, 14 June 2026

The top of the stairs

The Top of the Stairs

I’m sat at the top of the stairs

Knees tucked in tight

Right under my chin

I’m barely breathing

I tilt my head slightly

Desperately trying to catch a glimpse

Just a sliver

Of the world the adults below inhabit

Their laughter rising up and down

I wonder what’s so funny?

Every now and then I catch a whiff of smoke

The smell of alcohol lingering on the stairwell

I can just hear the distant beat

As the records turn on the record player

My eyes like saucers

The party in full swing

I toss back my head

And imagine what it must be like

The laughter

The wine, the dancing

Then, there it is

The hand on my shoulder

The smell of smokey breath and whiskey

“Come on young lady - back to bed”

Busted once again

I smile

I flop my head on my pillow

Maybe when I’m 9 they’ll let me join the party?

14th June 2026

Sunday, 24 May 2026

Passport please! ☀️☀️☀️

Today’s the day

It’s found its way

The big glowing ball

That hangs in the sky

Would the sun

Please

Come on down

Apparently there were issues with the sun getting through passport control into Pembrokeshire 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣☀️🙌🏻

Saturday, 23 May 2026

Here Comes The Sun

Here Comes The Sun

We have to lower our expectations in Pembrokeshire

While the media issue health warnings

About blazing, hot, scorching sunshine

We sit here in good old Pembs

Under a cover of cloud

Willing the sun to peek out

Will it appear? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I feel it is near

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Friday, 22 May 2026

Oh no - Here Comes June

Oh no - Here Comes June

It’s bank holiday weekend

And we finally see the sun ☀️

But can you believe….

It will soon be June!

You know what that means…

I don’t even know if I can say it! 🤦🏻‍♀️

The longest day approaches

That can’t be right - surely?

It’s like somebody said

Oh no - wait a minute

They are all starting to chill

Enjoying themselves

Let’s just bring everyone back into line

So just as it starts to heat up

BANG! 💥

Let’s hit them with the longest day

So they face the reality….

Every day will start to get a little shorter….🤣

22/5/2026

Monday, 18 May 2026

Hidden Treasure

Hidden Treasure

I’ve been a busy boy

Had a mission to complete

My owner gave me something special

A tasty little treat

So I took it in the garden

Dug a great big hole

But now I’m sat here wondering

Where did I bury that bone?

18/5/2026

Summer is loading

Summer is loading

Where is summer? It’s running pretty late

I’ve sat and watched the wet stuff fall

Pretty much all day

It’s grey, damp and dismal

No wonder Wales is green

As for the sun?

It’s nowhere to be seen!

18th May 2026

Saturday, 16 May 2026

A Window of Time

A Window of Time

If I had known that was our last goodbye

Would I have stopped a moment longer

To take in your smile

Would I have sat a while

With your hand cupped in mine

Would I have lingered

And watched the drops of rain

Running down the window pane

Would I have listened to more stories

Your memories of time gone by

Would I have sat with you in silence

As we watched the world

Pass us by

Time

We can’t re-live it

16th May 2026

Possible

Possible

Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do

Don’t tell me it’s impossible

When right there is the word

Possible

Don’t rain down on my dreams

Above lies endless blue skies

Who knows what they can do
Until they take that first step
Stepping out of what feels comfortable
That’s where dreams are born

Don’t fit me into a box
Suffocated by rules

Let me walk my own path
I have to live the wrong turns
To grow and create

Don’t suppress me
When every day the sun shines somewhere

Let me fly - free
Who knows where my path may lead

16/5/2026

Monday, 4 May 2026

The Long Goodbye

The Long Goodbye

It was the darkest day

When we had to say goodbye

The day you slipped away

I learnt to live a different way

A crushing weight

Bearing down on my chest

You took my breath with you

I locked you away

In a quiet place in my heart

To find the strength to carry on

I had to become someone I wasn’t

I’d hear a song and the tears would flow

Memories, sharp reminders

That you are gone

I’ve learnt to live without you

But that space you left remains

Are you proud of the life I’ve made?

You made me the person I am today

So as I carry on my journey

I hope that you are waiting

That you will hold me close

And I can say, Dad - I love you

Joanne C Hicks

4th May 2026

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Author of Eloquent, a collection of poems, on Amazon now

Busted Benji!

Busted Benji - busted

Who me?

Absolutely not!

Just checking the cupboard door was secure

Sunday, 3 May 2026

That Old Horse Chestnut Tree

That Old Horse Chestnut Tree

I am a giant of the community

Rooted, a safe haven

I’ve watched, my leaves gently rustling

As christenings gather, old and young

My canopy sheltering many

As raindrops fall

A tapestry of life in the chapel grounds

Brides’ faces full of joy, as they say “I do!”

Under my strong, stretched out branches

Vows are spoken and two become one

Those who mourn gather beneath me

Heads bowed in quiet reflection

On a summer’s day the soft sounds of hymns

Float out the chapel door, drifting away

As night falls I offer a sanctuary

As foxes silently cross my path

In spring I burst into delicate white flowers

But my real treasures are brown and small

Encased by spikes, lie my jewels within

I hear the children’s voices rise up with glee

They gather up my conkers

Running wildly, arms full of brown treasure

Generations have passed my gaze

Some amble past, barely noticing me

If I could speak of the tales I’ve seen

All life has unfolded beneath my leaves

3rd May 2026

Friday, 1 May 2026

An ordinary man?

You take your hurt and pain

And share it on a global stage

Who’d have thought

You started out living in your car

You share the grief that grips you

It breaks our hearts to hear

But know you’re not alone

So many questions unanswered

To lose your dad so young

When you were just a child

Sorrow no child should bear

Crushing, numbing grief

No child can understand

Your mother lost her way

Alcohol now her friend

When you needed reassurance

She couldn’t be there for you

Your path has led you

To the woman you now love

You share your personal journey

With the fans who you show love

Alex Warren, like the lyrics in your song

We will carry you home

You sing of being ordinary

But your strength inspires so many

Your bloodline hasn’t shaped you

Your parents may now rest in peace

But they’ll be waiting there for you

When your time has come

1st May 2026

I’m Naked!

I’m naked - I’m naked!

I don’t know why she’s done this

I’ve not got much to my name

My doggy wardrobe is on the counter

I feel exposed with nothing on

For goodness sake

Put my collar back on!

Why Be A Flightless Bird?

A flightless bird is like a life less lived

Take those wings and spread them

Soar high or low

Why stagnate when you could fly

I don’t mean travel the world

Let the path before you unfold

Embracing every twist and turn

And when the path gets rocky

Pull on those tougher boots

Your friends will wrap around you

Like a comforting cape

An easy life

Does anybody get one of those?

A full life?

It’s found on the roads you choose

1st May 2026

Thursday, 30 April 2026

Weightless delicate delight

Weightless delicate delight

Have you ever sat and watched snowflakes falling

It’s a magical show and truly enthralling.

They glisten like glitter as they fall through the air

Spontaneously dancing and prancing without a care.

Each snowflake bears its own unique form

With the wind beneath them they swirl and swarm

Floating freely like weightless, delicate delights.

A true thing of beauty as winter bites.

They fall in slow motion from the darkened sky.

Then drop to the ground where it’s here they lie.

Flake after flake ‘til a white crisp blanket is formed.

Now the ground has a bright white coat to adorn.

The white fresh snow glistens and gleams

It’s almost like walking through a dream.

Everywhere falls into a beautiful silence

Except for the birdsong calling out like a siren.

Natures wonderland all now a pure white

It is a gloriously simple but stunning sight

But slowly and surely all life starts to move

Children playing and cars finding their groove.

Before long the perfect pure blanket is gone.

Where children, dogs, birds and adults walked on.

The remnants of a day of laughter and fun

And now the winter snow filled day is done.

Saturday, 14 March 2026

Natures healing powers

When you are bathed in nature’s calm

It’s easier to quiet the alarm

The sun filters through the trees so tall

Branches all bare following the autumn’s fall

Surrounded by nature’s glorious song

Time to forget the weight we carry along

No thoughts of the troubles at your door

So while the sun shines step out and explore!

Pembrokeshire Poet

Saturday, 7 March 2026

I have a dream….

I have a dream of no more war.

War feeds the rich and robs the poor.

I have a dream of goodwill to all mankind.

But a quick doom-scroll shows that people can be so unkind.

I have a dream I have the perfect body.

But alas my poor belly is really rather floppy!

I have a dream that I have great wealth.

Then remember - the best gift is really good health!

I have a dream and lots of goals!

Which is great, as aspiration feeds the soul!

7/3/2026

Wednesday, 4 March 2026

Oh daffodil oh daffodil

The Dancing Daffodil

When I appear, I bring hope and cheer

When I push through, we know spring is near

I stand alongside the delicate snowdrops

A beautiful carpet of white - a gentle delight

The crocuses' blooms are bold and bright

A rainbow of colours competing to steal the light

But when I re-emerge from the deep cold ground

A fabulous golden, yellow crown is soon to be found

I shift and sway in the cool, crisp breeze

I bring the promise of spring on that gentle breeze

What’s the best thing about being me?

I'm a symbol of Wales and bloom for all to see

Remember you don’t have to be big, brash or bold to be admired by others - the simple, humble daffodil gives pleasure to many!

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4/3/2026

Tuesday, 3 March 2026

The beast in the corner 😂

The Beast In The Corner

It’s in the bathroom corner

Gloating at me from afar

That beastly contraption

It whispers, “visit the salad bar...”

It stares at me relentlessly

While I stand and brush my teeth

It’s mocking and taunting me

Teasing me tremendously

Come on board, it sneers and jeers

It’s free, you know - so step right in

Or is it the memory

Of that late night cheese board?

I turn my back and walk away

One last glance over my shoulder

Those pesky scales smirk and whisper

I will be here…. when you feel brave enough

Freedom……

Wouldn’t life be great if we could be truly free?

Not shackled by expectations pushed out on social media

Freedom to think

Freedom to speak

Freedom to just be

Just be you

No more looking for approval from others

No more striving for perfection, that in truth, doesn’t exist

Conforming and conformity

When everything is hanging in the balance

Isn’t it time to just live in the moment

And not through your phone? 📱

Wednesday, 24 December 2025

Father Christmas is near…..

The presents are wrapped, tucked under the tree.

Children patiently waiting, their eyes full of glee.

For the big man is coming, his sleigh full of toys.

Something on board, for all good girls and boys.

Families will gather and spend time together.

Creating memories that will last forever.

So from our home to yours - festive greetings and cheer.

Remember behave - because Father Christmas is near……😂🎅🏻🎅🏻🎅🏻

Saturday, 29 November 2025

Santa’s coming!

I’m waiting for Santa

I’m sure he’s on his way

I know I’m on the good list

That’s what he going to say

I’m counting down the days

Til he arrives on his sleigh

I hope he’s got a pressie

A bottle of red? Dare I pray……😂

🎅🏻🍷🎄🍷🎅🏻🍷🎄🍷🎅🏻🍷

Pembrokeshire Poet

29-11-2025

Monday, 17 November 2025

Immortal Words…..

The words trickled out

Onto the empty page

Slowly, painstakingly laid down

The whiteness broken

Slowly dotted with black shapes

Meaningless

Meaningful

Laid down nevertheless

Immortalised forever …….

Possibly

Nobody ever said writing was easy

Nobody ever likes everything

But - write all the same….

17th November 2025

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