“Get used to me, I am not getting used to anyone.” I shouted my laughter to the
stars.”
Frants Fanon. Black Skin White Mask
Lest we forget
Our forebears fought for rights
strived for children’s lives
worked to establish
protection for the ill
the old and those
who could not look
after themselves
its a neighborly thing
to look after kith and kin
even when they aren’t your own
we’ve been through this before
the rich the vested interest
and the “poor law”
time to look after our own
time to look it in the eye
see what it is
see what its for
make sure you vote
with your eyes open
don’t give your vote away!
Going backward its our choice!
So many children died young
the valley had the highest
infant mortality rate in the land
death stared in at every door
I lived in a time and a place
where so many spoke
with horror of the means test
memories of hunger
and much more
is this what we want
where we return to
you who have no knowledge
of such times of hardship
be wise in the way you vote
be wise in the choice you make.
©Rob Cullen
In these times
So now all that our families fought for
is being placed at risk
are we going to forget
how hard the battle was
to provide healing
to ensure children survived.
Cant
Cant is a lovely word and should be used towards politicians of any camp!
CANT!
Pontypridd Town Clock
St Catherine’s clock is working
even the light is shining
this really means something
maybe Jeremy Corbyn will win!
Register to vote!
Exercise your rights! People fought hard for the right to vote lets not let them down!
Peter Lomas
Therapy, Peter Lomas said, was less an attempt to treat a sick person “than to find one’s way through the false ways in which a person may live, and help him to experience his life more truly”. To do this, the therapist had to do everything possible to create an atmosphere of “trust, respect and flexibility”.
Wanting to fly!
Wanting to fly
Do you remember?
in the stairwell
of the old house
at Netherfield
Red Admirals
gathered
and over wintered
and hung
waiting for Spring
then fluttering
at windows
to be let out
when that time
had come.
I hear you
stretching
your wings too
aching to fly
and grow again
in the sun.
First published in Rob Cullen’s first poetry collection “Uncertain Times” September 2016 (Octavo Press).
David Guterson
Snow falling on Cedars
“Hemingway said the only way to write about a place is to leave it. There’s a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left. But I don’t need to leave to write about it. I don’t think anyone but a native could have written this book.”
Bookpage interview.
https://bookpage.com/interviews/8121-david-guterson#.WRw198a1s2w
Celfypridd 