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Rhydian Red
I've discovered
a wondrous colour
I call it 'Rhydian red' -
The colour of your passionate heart
(And the true hair on your head!)
The
colour of your birthday rose
And your sexiest of suits,
Our National team's rugby shirts
(We'll forget the Golden
Boots!)
It's the colour of the Dragon proud
Upon our National Flag,
And of your burning conviction
(Not to
mention my favourite bag!)
And the colour of the faces
Of certain Xfactor staff
When they accepted the glory
of your Voice
(And you, cariad, had the last laugh).
Copyright ~ Seren
FATE
Your enchanting eyes,
Your
heartfelt smile,
That spine-tingling voice,
That makes us rejoice,
Will always be treasured,
Every night and every
day.
In the end it seems,
That fate intervened,
To give you more hope, more power, more glory,
And
give us the chance,
To see you dance,
On the highest most cloud,
And make us proud.
For your return we wait,
I
hope you're not late,
To shower us with your presence,
And shine like the heavens,
On top of the world and 'Number
One',
Never to fall and always such fun.
Copyright ~ Nazahm87
Bolton
Some many nights
ago
far far away
brought the voice of an angel
a beautiful sun ray
A month nearly passed
from that perfect
night
that happiness in our hearts
when he came into sight
for his voice brought calm
and his prescence brought
peace
which still echos with us now
this shall never bring to cease
And one day again
shall we meet this soul
which
lights up our world
even the darkest hole
Copyright ~ Emmaz
My prayer for you, Dearest Rhydian!
Rhydian, you're a
dear
A true saint and brother
Talented as no other
Yet so humble and true, its clear
May our God guide you
continually.
May He strengthen you in all areas of your life.
May you never lack for anything - physically, emotionally
and spiritually
May you live out all your days in peace
May you see your children's children
When you need
a friend, remember He's near
When you feel down, remember you're dear
He has promised never to leave you
He has promised
never to forsake you
He has promised and He will never fail you
May you continue to bring pleasure and light to many people.
May you always enjoy God's peace
Thanks
for everything Rhydian
Thanks for being you!
* * * * *
Lots of love,
Olurèmi J Ogundé, 26th March, 2008
Copyright ~ RhydianFan2007
Rhydian! Rhydian!! Rhydian!!!
Three syllables I've come to know
Said
three times and I start to glow
Rhydian, Rhydian, Rhydian!
Your name has come to epitomise
All that's lovely, perfect
and wise
No man is perfect I often hear
But you to me come oh so near
To perfection plus, plus and plus!
If
the rose were known by another name
The Bard has said t'would smell the same
Rhydian, Rhydian, Rhydian!
In essence
of Enoch's meridian
A man who walked before the Lord
In the Book he had a clean record
So walk on hand in hand with
God
Walk with Him as straight as a rod!
By Oluremi J Ogunde
12th April, 2008, 21:42Hrs GMT
Copyright ~ RhydianFan2007
Cymru's Hideaway (with apologies to Rhydnut)
I have a small allotment,
It's full of blooming
flowers,
I weed it and I water it
And work in it for hours.
It's not your average garden,
More like a little
park,
It's warm even in winter
And glows when it gets dark.
Two dozen red hot pokers
Are showing strong and
tall;
A lovely pyrocantha
Grows up against the wall.
Snapdragons edge the border
And over by the shed
A
smoke bush hides the compost
Used on the flower bed.
An orange flame nasturtium
Climbs around the gate
And
fireflies light up the sky
When it is getting late.
They make the path a runway
For my little scaly friend
When
she pays a visit
At her journey's end.
She's become quite famous
Since she met a little boy
Who turned into
a world-class star
In Simon Cowell's employ,
But she likes the peace and quiet
She finds in my small patch,
And
this is where she'll settle
When she has some eggs to hatch.
She snuggles near my bonfire,
Enjoys a well-earned
rest,
And nobody would dream I
Cultivate a dragon's nest...
Copyright ~ Expat
Spread the Love
The cat is outside on the prowl,
The birds don't have a chance!
Though on his collar
are three bells,
He leads them all a dance.
The snails are busy munching, it's
Destruction I forgive,
For
even though they kill my plants
Those gastropods must live.
And in between the blades of grass
A daisy shows
its face;
It's welcome, for a weed is just
A flower in the wrong place.
The magpies raid the blackbird's nest
In
ivy on the wall.
They don't all live in harmony,
But there is room for all.
And though we are all different,
We
can share common ground
Here in God's glorious garden, where
His love spreads all around.
Copyright ~ Expat
To MY Angel of Music
If
I could say why I love you
What would it be?
Would it be you standing there
so still and strong
Whilst all around
try to bring you down?
Yes, that is why I love you
Can't you see
You have awoken my soul
From a long,
long sleep.
If I could say why I love you
What would it be?
The look in your eyes
especially for me,
Caressing
so gently
when I feel low?
Yes, that is why I love you
Can't you see
You have awoken my soul
From a long,
long sleep.
If I could say why I love you
What would it be?
Would it be the smile
that lights up your face
in
so many many
different ways?
Yes, that is why I love you
Can't you see
You have awoken my soul
From a long,
long sleep.
Would it be your voice
when speaking to me?
Softly stirring my emotions
and calming my fears.
Would
it be your voice
when singing quietly to me
reaching my heart?
Would it be your voice
When soaring to the heavens
taking
me there too?
Oh yes, Oh yes THAT is why
I love you sooo....
Can't Oh can't you see
That you have awoken my
soul
After a long long sleep
That you have awoken my soul
After a long long sleep
Copyright ~ vsj
(Written as a Song for Rhydian to be put to music)
With sincere apologies to Jenny Joseph
When I am old
I will become a Roadie
When
I am an old woman
I shall become
A recycled Roadie on the run
With Bus Pass and pension
Spending my winter fuel
allowance
On thermal underwear and socks
Forgetting to charge my electric key.
I shall sit down on the pavement when
I'm tired
Of standing up in the queue
For tickets to see my Rhyd
I will push to the front of the line
Pleading
old age and arthritis
or possibly insanity
Saying I need front row seats because
of my hearing aids
I will wear
baggy T shirts
With the Riddlers face
smiling at me
I will buy all his CD's and singles
Downloading to my MP3
I
will forget to pay at Sainsbury's
Walking straight past the tills
Singing Get the party started
Completley out of
tune.
When my children try to put me
In a secure care home
"Just for my own good"
I will set off on my mobility
scooter
I will Go West
To follow my star
As I become a Roadie
When I am old
Copyright ~ vsj
Too Old! (a sequel to Rhydnut's Too Young?)...
Remember, too, the old ones,
Who stay up late at night
Dreaming
of your serenade
To them, by candlelight...
Who get dressed up for Bolton
And hope they'll look their best,
Although
they'll be outdone by
The fashions of the rest;
Forget the cost of fuel,
High price of everything,
And spend
their old age pension
On a chance to hear you sing.
Who stand out in wet weather,
Make their rheumatism worse,
Just
to hear your lovely voice
And marvel at each verse.
Who get back home to no one,
Wipe shoes upon the mat,
Then
slip into their slippers
Before they feed the cat.
Who go to bed exhausted
But happier than Larry
Because they've
had a chance to
See the man they'd like to marry
If they could put the clock back,
Turn silver hair to gold,
But
it's all just a pipedream -
They can't, 'cos they're too old!
Copyright ~ Expat
A Prayer for my Computer!
(Posted on RR site by Fay which I found highly
amusing)
Every evening as
I'm lying here
in bed,
This tiny little prayer
keeps running through my head.
God, bless my lovely husband
And bless my
little pup
And look out for my dear son
When things aren't looking up.
And God, there's one more thing
I wish
that you could do
Hope you don't mind my asking
But please bless my computer too.
Now, I know that's not normal
To
bless a motherboard
But just listen for a second
While I explain to you, my Lord.
You see, that little metal
box
Holds more than odds and ends.
Inside those small compartments
Are a hundred of my 'friends'.
I know for
sure they like me
By the kindness that they give
And this little scrap of metal
Is how I travel to where they live.
By
faith is how I know them
much the same as you
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew.
Please
take an extra minute
From your duties up above
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!
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