cliff bevan

I have been writing poetry for many years. I belong to the poetry society and read at the poetry cafe. I have been on several courses with Creative Future.

Too Late

It’s a four minute warning The bomb will be dropped, It’s too late to talk now It cannot be stopped, Do we go to the cellar? Amass in the quad? Or rush to the churches To try and find God?   It’s a four minute warning, Maybe that long to live, Now how do we …

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The Scooter

On the plinth a scooter Stood a long ,long time, Relic of the sixties, Warriors in their prime.   Brought back the youth in sixties, Escaping from the past, In many ways rebelling, A new, exciting blast.   There were many icons, Beatles finding fame, Peace adorning the love child, London bore the name.   …

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Left Alone

I remember years ago You were born in Swansea And I watched how you would grow From toddler into Teenager.   I was proud of things you did You played for Wales at rugby, All the muscles were not hid, You ruled the pitch Triumphant.   In exams you went so far Many ‘A’s you …

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Welsh Roots

Since Owen Glendower was rampant And ravaged English lines So Edward built some castles Whose Strength portrayed designs.   The language spoke some beauty To match the empty hills The coast was rough and roaring, The mountains visions fills.   When Carnarvon crowned Prince Rupert To be the Prince of Wales And poets ruled eistedfords, …

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Ordinary

Sidney sat and sipped a sherry Solemnly staring, starry eyed Dreaming of his obituary Conjuring up just how he’d died.   Ghoulishly garrotted in the graveyard, Gored and ground by giant bull He envied them this great departure, Such death was living to the full.   Hung on high for heinous highjack, Hero hit by …

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The Pills

Blueberry-dooberry over the hill Someone just gave me a funny green pill, Now I can see castles that float in the air, Rainbows, pianos that cannot be there.   Blueberry-dooberry all out of rhyme I think that I swallowed a mauve one this time, Sky has turned orange, sun is bright green, I can see …

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Oysters Away

Do you not know what you are doing Do you not know the sun when it shines Have you never at night been a-wooing And sat with the owl as he dines? Have you never discovered chapatis Quaffed wine with a bowl of chow mein Or sang with a frog in the bathroom Because he’s …

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