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Six thousand Ponty tickets gone
What victory
you must feel
Knowing that in so few months
You’ve gained that much appeal
Your fan sites run to thousands
Admirers who
will be
Following your advancement
From reality tv
Such success must be bought
With talent’s
rich currency
A voice of pure enchantment
Alone is no guarantee
But you have more to offer
A wide ranging appeal
Open
charm and charisma
Fidelity to seal
The dream may seem impossible
But still it can
come true
Following your chosen path
Stardom has come to you
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
I Wish For You
I wish for you happiness
Laughter on your way
The joy of feeling loved
Every single day
I wish for you
a fortune
Though bearing in mind
Everything of value is
Not the financial kind
I wish for you success
The
fame that you now seek
Born of your gifts and hard work
Character’s strength to speak
I wish for you contentment
Serenity
of mind
Peace, inner tranquility
In faith for you to find
I wish for you fulfillment
From the music you employ
So
your life becomes a journey
Satisfying, full of joy
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Lonely Words
We live in a world of words
They’re shared by you and me
But
when we set them loose
Meanings may not agree
Read by another person
A different brain defines
The message
that they carry
Thoughts from other mind
Even in the same language
Translation’s never sure
Because
understanding
Requires so much more
Lonely words misunderstood
Interpretation’s fate
Need a helping
hand
So they communicate
Some have discovered music
And a voice to give them soul
So they carry true meaning
That’s
full and real and whole
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
A
Visit From The Muse
Writing on this poetry thread
The muse is always due
But have
you noticed how
She won’t arrive on cue
She doesn’t make it easy
To make a new Rhyd Rhyme
If
she decides to turn up
Just at the wrong time
I was in the kitchen
With my hands all fishy
Into my head popped
a verse
‘bout our Rhyd being dishy
By the time I’d washed my hands
And picked up pen and pad
The
rhyme had evaporated
‘Twas enough to drive me mad
If you’re caught unaware
With no pencil to be had
It’s
not at your convenience
Or it is……which is as bad
Spend a bit of quiet time
Sitting there, in the
loo
Ten to one, a bright idea
Will then occur to you
Acting on the muse’s call
Can really be confusing
While
driving home at seventy
Surely its not amusing
Now I go everywhere
Note pad tucked in my bra
A pen behind
my right ear
Dictaphone in my car
Finally I’ll go to bed
‘Cos it is getting late
When suddenly
a new idea
Begins to germinate
No sleep until it’s written
So back on goes the light
Poor husband is
used to it
At least there is no fight
What it all boils down to
Is I wish I could choose
Where and when I
get
A visit from the muse
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Preparing To Deliver
Your
new life is jet setting
As you flit around the world
From Sweden to Nashville
Your potential is unfurled,
Song
writers listen to your voice
Their magic to inspire
Producers turn it digital
With circuit boards and wire
Interspersed
with recording
Appearences abound
For racegoers, royalty
And fans who love your sound
Meanwhile tabloids are
quiet
General public unaware
That you’re preparing to
Deliver Autumn fare
We await your debut album
With
rapt anticipation
Believing it will make you
The number one sensation
Copyright Rhydnut
I Want To Hear You Sing
I want notes that soar
With crystal purity
Bewitching light in
darkness
And set my spirit free
I want from lowest register
A feeling deep inside
Stop me so I catch my breath
Make
me close my eyes
I want there to be phrases
That circle in my head
Shimmering threads of words
Keeping emotions
fed
I want to hear the lyrics
That tell me who you are
Revealing the depths of you
Burning fire inside the
star
I want you to take my heart
And hold it in your hand
If others squeeze and rend it
To know you understand
I
want an earthquake of emotion
To halt me in my track
Stop time and world for me
Taken entirely aback
I want
to bask in luxury
A sweet and sumptuous choice
To feel the silk and velvet
Of your exquisite voice
I want
to hear the harmony
Of angels and of kings
Your music through silence
I want to hear you sing
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
The You Inside
We don’t know the you inside
Who has worries and doubt
But we can see the kindness
That empathy brings
out
Believing you’ve a tender heart
That will understand our fears
Telling you our inner thoughts
Helps
wipe away life’s tears
We send our trust in letters
Or poems through this web site
And when we hear you
singing
Our lives fill up with light
In return we’re here for you
If the price of fame seems dear
From
far away hotel rooms
Log on and we’ll be here
There are many kinds of love
A complex emotional brew
You
make us feel valued so
We send love back to you
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
". . . I have, once again, thoroughly enjoyed my time
here in Sweden.
The weather has been amazing and tomorrow the forecast is more of the same, so I'm taking a boat trip
with my new producer friends to a nearby island. I could quite happily live here you know! 07.06.08 ~ Rhyd's Blog"
Blog Alarm
I read your latest blog
It gave me quite a scare
Let's get to
the point
You can't live over there!
It's okay if you go there
To record or for your hols
But if you try to
stay there
I'll be sticking pins in dolls!
The voodoo is an empty threat
Made in desperation
But really
you cannot desert
The women of your nation
If it helps we'll dye our hair
For you we could go blonde
If that's
the reason why
Of Sweden you're so fond
Right now in the Summer
Perhaps there's midnight sun
But what about
dark winters
They would be no fun
A Celt among the Vikings
You would be found out
Especially when your ginger
Hair
began to sprout
Please come home to us
And buy a house in Wales
Mum, Dad, Nain will really miss you
If your
ship northwards sails
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
You've Got The Voice
You've got the voice emotion tracks
The power to draw a tear
To make us listen with our hearts
Love
in your music, clear
You've got the voice to bring
Strength to uncertainty
The stirring power to uplift
Belief
in what can be
You've got the voice that will
Transport us to somewhere
Where problems may not venture
As
song's beauty fills the air
You've got the voice to take a mind
And bend it to your will
Outside moments' reality
Master
time, make it stand still
You've got the voice to celebrate
Send praise to God on high
To stir pride in a nation
Your
anthem raises the sky
You've got the voice to draw a smile
Make us dance and rock
Make limbs express the joy
of life
Movement's happiness unlock
You've got the voice to pacify
When anger takes control
The soothing
tones of calmness
Quieten a wounded soul
You've got the voice to soothe deep hurt
To shine glimmering light
And
make the future possible
Balm for those entrapped by night
You've got the voice for end of day
To soothe what
makes us fret
Music's healing lullaby
Easing troubles that beset
You've got the voice to make us share
Things
which are on our mind
In speaking, that engenders trust
Convinces us that you are kind
The angel voice is not
enough
'Til strength of character we see
It's this rarest combination
That let your voice capture me
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Presenting Volume III
Rhyd please get in training
For muscles you will need
The trees axed for Volume II
We’ll easily
exceed
It might just take a forest
Sustainable I’m sure
To provide all the paper
Your talent to adore
A
plethora of verses
From your poets there’ll be
When we see you in Bolton
And present Volume III
You’re
good at heavy lifting
Bench presser supreme
But lifting up this new book
Will require some steam
To present
our latest rhymes
Will be our delegate
But she is very slender
May wilt under the weight
Be prepared to rescue
her
In your arms – don’t miss
Resuscitate her gently
With just a gentle kiss
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Hungry For News
I Google his name for snippets
of news
Delicious bites of information
Tasty titbits revealing Britain’s
Talented, singing sensation
Mirror
articles add subtle flavour
Feeding my voracious appetite
I swallow scrumptious sentences
My hunger gives little
respite
Hello - a banquet to gorge on
Four delicious pages laid out
A visual feast for my eyes
My indulgence
not in doubt
The craving grows: fear of famine
A thirst for quotes: “He said….)
Urgent as if starvation
looms
Jonathan, a mouth-watering spread
Southampton, live and luscious
In the flesh, a delectable dish
Vital,
full of energy,
Satisfying starvation’s wish
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
The Postman's Dilemma
It’s Valentines Day in Newcastle
And the postman is ready to
strike
Due to an error in admin
Management’s got him a bike
He usually has a small van
But post’s
multiplied (ninety times
the normal amount) to deliver
All due to those roses and rhymes
He could have coped
quite nicely
With the usual amorous rush
Except for the X Factor Tour
Which had given post volume a push
He’d
applied in advance for a Transit
He was certain he’d ticked the right box
Yet he’d got a bike -and a mountain
Of
mail sacks declaring RHYD ROCKS
He looked to the skies for solutions
And I’d like to say that one came
But
the postman’s poor peddling legs
All day paid the price of Rhyd’s fame
The postman might well have quit
Or
waited to borrow a van
‘Except inside one of those sacks
Was his little girl’s love for one man.
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
I
Am The X Factor
I am the X Factor
My name is Simon Cowell
When I can’t spot talent
Then I’ll
throw in the towel
I was bored in the auditions
When in came this kid
At first I thought, “plonker!”
He said his name was Rhyd
He peeped a stupid whistle
The song he chose was wrong
But with operatic training
He
stood out from the throng
It was absolutely clear
That he had a voice
So I suggested Abba
That would be Louis’
choice
You could have knocked me over
When Dancing Queen came out
This young guy had talent
Of that I had
NO doubt
I am the X Factor
My name is Simon Cowell
When I can’t spot talent
Then I’ll throw in
the towel
It’s very rare to find someone
Who can manage to adapt
But at all sorts of music
He proved
he could be apt
I fought for him at boot camp
Then at Dannii’s Ibiza pad
She soon changed her tune
And
now ‘bout him was mad
VT cuts had made him arrogant
Self important, pompous prat
But Rhydian had his own
plan
And would have none of that
The first week of the live show
He did Anything For Love
He completely stole
the show
The song fit him like a glove
I am the X Factor
My name is Simon Cowell
When I can’t spot talent
Then
I’ll throw in the towel
Sharon tried a snide attack
Calm sweetness refuted
She failed to make a fool of
A
man it never suited
The next week a performance
With operatic might
Phantom Of The Opera
Rhyd had begun the
fight
Week three the Party Started
OTT ,Louis said with glee
But Rhyd’s fur coated glitterball
Got more
headlines than me!
The love him hate him fan sites
Had got in full swing
But a growing fan base
Saw young
Rhydian as king
I am the X Factor
My name is Simon Cowell
When I can’t spot talent
Then I’ll throw
in the towel
Week 4 was him centre stage
Power ballad, perfect choice
He raised us judges from our seats
With
his million dollar voice
That’s when I was in trouble
I needed Rhyd to win
Because my dear old mum
Was
now in love with him
Disco week came after that
Dannii told Rhyd Go West
I thought he might get ousted
But
You Tube liked him best
Mum then put her foot down
So I sorted a love song
Somewhere had her drooling
Baritone
drew girls along
I am the X Factor
My name is Simon Cowell
When I can’t spot talent
Then I’ll
throw in the towel
Sony drew up his contract
And he did photos at the gym
The votes were piling up
I couldn’t
wait to market him
Each week an ace performance
But piano and red suit
Meant not just my mum but now
Girlfriend
found him cute
I ran out of superlatives
To tell public, “Make him win”,
But I got stuck with someone
else
We’d need to teach to sing
Of course I bl**dy signed Rhyd
A multi million, money spinner
Spotting
the next world superstar
Is what makes ME a winner
I am the X Factor
My name is Simon Cowell
When I can’t
spot talent
Then I’ll throw in the towel
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Welsh Love Spoon
Now
put a mike in Rhyd’s hand
And you’ll hear art at it’s divinest.
He can blow a trumpet too
Sound
creation at its finest.
Send him to the local gym
He crafts sculpture from his body,
But what I ask could Rhydian
do
If woodwork was his hobby.
Give him a girl to impress
He will resort to song,
But what I ask would he
do
If that approach was wrong?
What if she craved traditional
Proof he’d give her the moon.
How would
he cope if to impress
He’d to carve a love spoon?
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Candles’ Light
If
all that love your song light candles
In their windows late at night
Thousands of tiny flames
Will first bring Wales
to light
As time goes on the lonely lights
Throughout the British Isles
Will look out of the window
At other
twinkling smiles
The radiance of your beacon
Will spread throughout the globe
As the power of your voice
Lights
the world in glowing gold
If candles are computers
Much more our modern age
You’ll be aflame in cyberspace
Forums
become your stage
A Valentine to thousands
May seem a simple word
But to those who shine alone
That link lit
up their world
From the heart of a warm family
Your love and caring grew
Your need brought out the best in us
So
we could shine with you
You are an inspiration
With more than just your song
The faith and time you invest
Keeps
the firelight strong
Now as we meet through internet
On web-sites with your name
We care for each other
In
one brilliant, dazzling flame
Copyright ~Rhydnut
Beautiful "Song For All Seasons"
The Poet In Me
I entered Rhydian’s website
Charmed by a talent most rare
He
has a God given gift
And belief it was given to share
Elouise was my first inspiration
She brings beauty to verse
and to prose
Opening eyes to emotion
Like the dew on a beautiful rose
Redkite speaks the language of nature
A
poet’s eye on environment’s muse
Her words soar in the sky on the thermals
Tell of colours, earth’s
striking hues
Xue Bai has a heart strong and open
To cheer us is clearly her bent
The forte for rhyme she’s
developed
A genius for joy has been sent
Expat you are so funny
You make my giggles burst out
vsj the view
you share is addictive
No oap whisper: youth’s shout
Rhydian fan 1, seren, jan
Barbara, michellesfriend,
mokbel z,
With support of rhyming creations
Your voices enhance Volume 3
I’ve somehow developed a talent
I‘d
never before thought was there
It grew in a thread of this web site
Among kindness and the muse we share
Thank
you to all who post here
I’m hoping each of you will see
By sharing your god given talents
You brought out
the poet in me
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Welshman Of The Year
The
Welsh are known for singing
So it’s appropriate
Music is your subject
A first class graduate
The heart
of a nation
Lives in language and in song
Your voice has extra beauty
Speaking your native tongue
The flag
has a green background
Verdant fields and more
You lived with grassy hills
Just outside your front door
A
red and fiery dragon
Symbol of national pride
Reflects fiery Celtic hair
And the strength you have inside
The
golden yellow daffodil
Will brighten a spring day
Like your charm and smile -
Light and colour over grey
The
leek adds perfect flavour
To create an ideal dish
Whilst you’re a main ingredient
In many a damsel’s
wish
It comes as no surprise
That you stood out so clear
You are the perfect choice
For Welshman Of The Year
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Dressing For Newbury
I've
bought a new outfit for Newbury
So as not to let Rhyd fans down
We can't go round looking scruffy
Dress faux pas
the talk of the town
A cream satin blouse will disguise
My t-shirt in Rhydian red
So when dress rules are relaxed
A
layer, I'll modestly shed
Horse racing's an outdoor occasion
I foresaw late Spring, sunny day
Things could end
up going amiss
Since rain is instead on the way
Linen trousers are lovely and light
If not wet, can really look
good
But mine reach down to the floor
Rising damp will soak up the mud
My cream shoes are sensibly flat
Slip
on and finished in suede
Muddy puddles would create problems
'Cos you need wellies to wade
I purchased a smart
striped jacket
The best I could afford to get
Its label says Dry Clean Only
So I don't think it wants to get wet
I will visit my hairdresser
And ask for a new style instead
That will cope with wind or rain
Fly away or
stuck flat to my head
So if the forecast's not sunny
And I look like a drowned rat
I'd tried to rise to the occasion
But
the weather ruined that
I'll stand in the rain to see you
After the horses and dinner
Because for favourite at
Newbury
I've backed you as a winner
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Fame's Height
Some
people choose the path ahead
That climbs the highest heights
Inspired by the views they’ll see
Successes' rewarding
sights
They don't see the obstacles
Or pain along the way
Instead they keep trying
Hoping they'll succeed
one day
A setback is a challenge
That makes achievement worthwhile
Conquering adversity
Enriching each successful
mile
They deserve life’s rewards -
Gems, accomplishment will bring
Because victory is earned
Perseverance
triumphing
You are one of those special few
Scaling fame's breathtaking height
Keep going for the final miles
The
summit is in sight
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Rhydian's Rose
From
fabric I was crafted
To send the gift of love
Infused with warm friendship
Kindness from above
Given at friends'
first meeting
A sweet gesture of good will
To be thrown to Rhydian
And thank him for his skill
I rested by
a mirror
'Waiting my destiny
Knowing the gift of friendship
Now rested soft in me
My journey sent me swirling
Onto
a stage, lit bright
Where I filled with his passion
From The Music Of The Night
I was touched by his hands
Infused
with his energy
Then he tossed me to my princess
To fulfil my destiny
Now I have found my true home
With
the perfect little girl
Where I'm her hero's herald
Precious memories to unfurl
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
National Anthem
Our
own National Anthem
Is close to our hearts
It represents our country
Remembrance imparts
But there's another
purpose
To loudly sing anthem
It is a salutation
A celebration then
When England plays football
The voices
of the crowd
God Save The Queen in unison
Makes our homeland proud
I've watched the Italians
A nation who
can sing
Enjoy the celebration
Ferrari victories bring
The Welsh are a people who
Have kept their mother tongue
And
when their anthem's sung
Celtic history joins the throng
Leading his nation's anthem
Voice bursting power, quality
Performing
Rhyd gave all he had
Proudly and patriotically
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
______________________
New Direction?
Will you
ever Go West again
Now you have freedom to choose
Or is that now history
'Cos you've dignity to lose
Will
you march for us again
Dance in your sailor suit
You made me smile, laugh with you
And certainly looked cute
Will
the party start again
Or the showman disappear
I loved the guy who glittered
Whose masculinity had no fear
For
the future here's advice
Stay serious about your craft
But please keep on surprising us
Sometimes risk looking daft
Your
voice is magnificent
Don't let them make you boring
'Cos if they try to tame you
Like lullabies I'm snoring
I'm
always enthralled by you
Sing pop, ballad, opera, rock
But please don't lose the showman
Who'll go right over the
top
Signs are good because you wore
New shirt with Phantom jacket
When it comes to your image
Clearly you
can still hack it
I didn't like the ruffled shirt
But 'bout that you shouldn’t care
'Cos worn for a rugby
crowd
Said the showman is still there
Don't let them make you humdrum
Josh Groban number two
Give us an album
full of life
Songs brimming over with you!
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Cyber City
We sit at our computers
Entered in the cyber world
There meet like
minded avatars
Friendships are unfurled
The internet’s a city
And in forum neighbourhoods
We chat with
those encountered
Trust grows delicate buds
Even children venture out
Onto cyber city street
Viewing with
innocent trust
Strangers that they meet
Blogs, chat rooms and websites
Are where some stalk their prey
Like
hunters in the cities
At the close of any day
Vigilantes are certain
That their cause is just
But some attack
innocents
New fear replacing trust
Secure if we keep hidden
From surfing predators
Behind our on line name
And
the safety it offers
But we live in the real world
And want to take beyond
Digital constraints
The growth
of friendship’s bonds
So we try to make judgements
Deprived of our hearing
Robbed of our precious vision
Toneless
words appearing
Without taking leaps of faith
We would live less richly
But the gamble far greater
With a
hidden enemy
If everyone was honest
The world would be so nice
But would the same excitement
Come without
danger’s spice
Take friendships careful steps
And new bonds create
Use caution, it’s essential
But
fear debilitates
This new world can be safer
If when we come on line
We care for those around us
Love, with
progress combine
My life has become richer
Through this RR fan site
From my open laptop lid
Shines welcome
city light
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
The
Pearly Gates
A hundred years after
Rhydian’s birth
A huge crowd of angels stood wait
Saint Peter had that day’s book of souls
And the long
queue was at Pearly Gates
For the last few weeks spare clouds
Had been used to find some peace
By the heavenly
song writers
Who had baritone hits to release
The female angelic host had
Been suffering from a distraction
Even
guardian angels had been
Forgetting protective action
The reason for all this disturbance
And cause of the hullabaloo
Next
addition to Heaven’s great choir
Was a voice, loved the world through
The popular ‘upstairs’ opinion
Was
that with him singing for Good
Evil wouldn’t have chart topper
Till ice crystals formed in Hell’s mud
In
the usual way the new entrants
Had to balance their life’s kindly acts
Against the evil they’d done
While
Saint Peter checked off the facts
End of the queue waited Rhydian
His entry so sure to be cleared
That youth
had started returning
And wing buds on his back appeared
As the queue of the day shortened
Some souls entered,
many went down
Surprisingly dear old Saint Peter
Started to develop a frown
The hosts of heaven congregated
A
hush spread out through the throng
There at the back of the queue
Rhyd had brought Cymru along
A fire breathing
dragon’s unheard of
Inside of Heaven’s great gate
But Rhydian himself would not enter
‘Til assured
of his life long friend’s fate
Rhyd showed no sign of impatience
He and Cymru just waited and sang
Throughout
the eternal firmament
Their beauteous harmonies rang
The waiting angels and cherubs
Joined in with the exquisite
sound
Souls on the Earth were converted
Stimulating goodness to abound
But still Saint Peter hesitated
Shuffling
his winged saint’s feet
If he let Cymru through the gates
What in Heaven’s name would she eat
Paradise
is full of great beauty
With gardens, doves and songbirds
But missing and vital for dragons
Hunt-able dinosaur herds
Five
angels, all male and handsome
Stepped forward out of the throng
Each a vocalist extraordinaire
And everyone sung
dragon song
Then five dragon souls appeared
Shades of amber, blue, and turquoise
Their singing brought tears
of joy
Reunited with their chosen boys
At last came divine intervention
Through her song Cymru said "Alright."
Rhydian’s
beautiful red sequined dragon
Turned diamond flecked golden and white
The angels who’d bonded with dragons
Transformed
as wings fell to the floor
Gone was their need to fly solo
They’d fly with their dragon e’er more
Their
halos would shine just as brightly
Voices send bright joy to man’s core
And angels united with dragons
Would
sing harmony for ever more
In heaven they wouldn’t breathe fire
But they would light up the night
Because
they would have a new magical gift
Dragon souls exhaling starlight
They’d still go off past for their hunting
While
there mighty and fearsome they’d be
But they’d be the first of their species
To join Heaven’s blessed
family
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Disconnected
I was cut of from the world today
When my internet went down
No instant
access to information
Left me lost, wearing a frown
It wasn’t my equipment
Modem and router working fine
Virgin
Media had let me down
And not for the first time
They’d stopped me voting months ago
When Rhydian needed
me
Now I cannot chat on line
As I drink my cup of tea
Instead of turning purple
Letting frustration take hold
I’ll
find a new supplier
Who gives the service sold
If you’ve got advice for me
Please do pass it on
But
first I need the internet
And I don’t know where it’s gone!
Copyright ~Rhydnut
"I wrote this poem about Bolton, thinking that
though we are 100% certain Rhydian is at the start of a long and successful career, he is probably far less sure."
A Night’s
Work
The meal is at last over
And
excitement builds
In the room full of your fans
Every single seat’s filled
The warm up band try hard
To
grab and to engage
The reluctant audience
Who just want you on stage
Preparing for your night’s work
Take
care, warm up your voice
Review the set you’ve chosen
Hope you’ve made the right choice
You’ve
been on line observing
Read forums quietly
So you know they all love you
Think your voice is poetry
It’s
hard to understand why
They treat you as a star
When inside you’re still the guy
Who hopes he will go far
Tonight
you will be a hero
A force drawn from their passion
Hoping inside your own mind
Not to be a passing fashion
Later
you will meet them
Sign four hundred autographs
Receive personal gifts of
Verses, maybe plastic daffs
A young
emerging artist
Stellar heights ahead to climb
Making for each person there
Memories for a lifetime
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
The Perfect Girl For You
Here’s the perfect girl for you
To bring you
happiness
My description may be biased
I think I should confess
She’ll have a sense of humour
To help
brighten your day
And deal with devoted fans’
Attempts to whisk you away
A caring, protective side
Will
bring a warm home life
You do not want a woman
Who’ll bring conflict or strife
It’s vital that she
compliments
The strength that gives you drive
By giving trust and freedom
So your career can thrive
She needs
to be intelligent,
I’d hate to see you bored
With entertaining conversation
Lest you should feel ignored
A
good cook is important
Skill she really must not lack
The best way to a man’s heart
Is often through his stomach
She
should not be too tall
Five foot six would be fine
Which by coincidence
Is the same height as mine
Perhaps
I should own up to you
I just described myself
But I’m middle aged and married
Which puts you back on the shelf
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
PC Fairy Tales
In lands of cyber fantasy
Find reflected fairy tales
Viewed
through our PCs
And a hero from Wales
Computer wizards cast their spells
Their magic young and bright
Creating
pictures of our hero
Through CGI insight
Wise women watch and pray
For our hero and his kin
They offer their
support as
They watch his quest begin
Through time Cymru dragon flies
Sparkling sequined red
She’s bonded
with our hero
In side a poetry thread
Emmaz longs to meet her prince
Days in icy servitude
A sweet and pretty
princess
With sunshine to exude
Fantasy worlds have tricksters
Evil "Internet Trolls"
Attention feeds disruption
Conflict,
chaos their goals
At an Inn in the North East
Of the magic territory
Our brave hero will sing
His songs entrancingly
In
this land of enchantment
We’ll watch our hero grow
From minstrel to a monarch
As his tale doth grow
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Rhyd of Rumours
We
thought you were in Sweden
Midst forests, blond blending in
But you’ve been singing without us
Which does seem
a bit of a sin
We’re told that you’d been to Rome
In Ireland too we have heard
Now someone says big
brother
Had you sing in London – absurd
There’s a rumour of a new haircut
Right down to the scalp
as blonde’s out
That could explain how you
Achieved all this sneaking about
Talk of a new girlfriend is
rife
Though we believe not the words
If such a thing was at all true
Tabloids would sing like song birds
You
really could scotch all the rumours
Cos it has been 4 months today
Since this wondeful fansite
Provided the ideal
way.
Please drop us a note dear Rhyd
With just a few morsels of news
To tide us over ‘til May 3rd, when
You’ll
light this fansite’s news fuse
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Held In Your Eyes
The first time that I saw them
At home on TV screen,
Why did
your eyes then look
As if they would be green?
You were gambling your future
Now others held the key
Aware
you didn't fit the mould
Eyes held a boyish plea
They must have held confusion
When you were portrayed badly
Followed by determination.
Your real self, all would see!
You'd enter, staring defiant
Elimination seemed
sure
But we'd see a great performance
Before showing you the door!
Aloof, eyes held certainty
Hypnotic
mastery
Disfigurement's cruel joke
Harsh - pitiless could be
A standing ovation earned
As all four judges
now saw
A man of unique talent.
One happy tear emotion raw
Simon unsure, did they vote?
Was it all over now?
Those
eyes were uncertain
Worry furrowed your brow
The glow of optimism
Almost daring to believe
After weeks of
judges praise
The prize you might receive
Exhaustion took their energy
Sad watching once again
How clips with
cruel cutting
Had unfairly harmed your name
Finale over, you believed
All dreams and hopes were dashed
Tears
in your heartbroken eyes
Into my own eyes splashed
Southampton, holding character
An interruption, you did see
Then
your eyes gave ‘the look’
Alpha male: strong, sexy
At last relaxed, able to be
Young and unburdened
too
Eyes glittering with optimism
Trust, life is good to you
Sincerity for Bolton crowd
Some nerves, humour
too
Your eyes surveyed hundreds of
Supporters who love you
Singing the anthem of Cymru
Your eyes shine with
pride
In the land which nurtured
Patriotic love inside
Through the windows to your soul
Stood face to face
with you
I've seen the beauty inside
Shining pools of deepest blue
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
Rhydeffect
There’s an itch that needs scratching
Withdrawal so we need
a fix
There’s only one solution
Vocals with rock classical mix
Encounters are further enhanced
By the
right colours combined
Red’s an essential ingredient
Picked from the rainbow you’ll find
Charisma
goes along with it
A skill education can't teach
But above all it's the voice
Satisfies parts others don't reach
There
really is no substitute
To replace the real thing
Recordings work but best effects
Come from attending live singing
There's
still room for improvement
Audience extra hot tips
That will enhance the experience
Get dancing, wiggle your hips
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
To A Turquoise Shirt
Why would a turquoise shirt
Merit its own rhyme
I would be quite happy
If you
wore it all the time
The fabric was best quality
The colour of a summer sea
It shone under the spotlights
Like
you shine for all to see
I always favoured the red suit
But now can plainly see
A turquoise shirt is just as
good
It’s who wears it that’s the key
Copyright ~ Rhydnut
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