The collected musings of Anon.

Our world famous blog poet Anon has brought light into so many of our lives we have decided ( by popular demand) to assemble his wonderful poems under one roof.

So, here we go - latest ones first.......

Blodwens good karma - sent direct by email 14th May 2008

Thong - via the blog

People come and walk the bay,

and we watch them all go by,

some are young, some are old,

and some of them quite shy,

One thing that gets Blodwen going,

it’s Bleddyn in his summer wear,

it's not what he tries to cover up,

but what he’s leaving bare,

He walks along the sandy shore,

singing his favourite song,

not dressed in his usual Bermuda’s,

but a shiny leather thong!

On the 13th May 2008 we were given

The sun is shining, there’s a fair ol' breeze,

when I look at this, my minds at ease,

Some boats are starting to fill the bay,

I should be down there soon, someday.

I’m writing this from far away,

but it makes me smile as I log on, each day.

After a few weeks hibernation we were given this after a wake up call from Susan on 4th May 2008!

As Susan said a few days gone by,

it’s time for a chosen word,

please go ahead and read below,

as a thought to me, occurred.

We call it British summer time

and it started back in March

but amidst the clouds are rainbows,

with their multicoloured arch,

can’t wait to see the summer sun

shine brightly on our shore,

a sun that shines and warms our hearts,

deep into our very core

 Before that we had

The end of Season - Anons Ode to Autumn

In February 2007 we had

Bleddyns Valentines message which was Bleddyns Valentine message to Blodwyn

Twas the night before Christmas - was Anons Christmas poem for all us bloggers.

Here are all the postings I can find from "the Bard - Anon".

They are in the best chronological order that I can manage!

The guys that do fish at this time of year, go out in their boats without any fear, these guys do not shiver or feel the cold pain, when out in the cold the wind and the rain.

Horace is sleeping, alone in his web, Basking in glory, Co’s he’s a celeb.

The hills you see not far away, hold a secret, long and old, for on those hills across the bay, lves a folklore that must be told, one misty morn, t’was in July, a shadow dark did suddenly appear, It filled our eyes with much horror, and the people below

Do you fancy a walk? Then come with me, to a place with a pub, just by the sea, a seagull flies, there’s a boat with oars, a little white house, where Bleddyn snores, and look, it’s Blodwen, just there on the sand, as we go past Whitehall, where I take your hand

Who remembers the days of long ago? we practised CPR on the sands, well kiss o’life to be precise, Oh dear, Oh my, Ohhh nice ...

The Kittiwake and Caliban, Jodie too and little Kram, just some the boats out there in the bay Which I remember, as if, yesterday !!

Anon has been busy In far away lands Not time to write down Nice words with these hands But folks don’t despair As, of this afternoon From Bleddyn to Blod Will appear, near you soon!!

Have you wondered what’s in a name? Had a thought and came up with zero?, for those that have not thought the same, Bleddyn, of course means ‘Wolf Hero’, And not to outdo his dearly beloved, You may have thought of it in the shower, So for those of you t  Blodwen scoured the pots and pans, while Bleddyn scoured the hills, Blodwen re-footed all the socks, and Bleddyn footed all the bills. No vices marred their perfect health, or made their eyes grow dim, the golden nectar that others drank, it was also dru... (sorry some words are missing and incomplete - Steve)

Some people don’t know me, and some people do, have not been there for few year’s, more than two, One day I’ll come in and sample a beer, Discuss the old folk and have a good cheer !!

I appeared in this world in ‘62, and played on this beach until ‘82, t’was fun in the spring & summer too, as girls on vacation we used to woo !!

The bay it is emptying For it’s that time of year All gone are the people Those we welcomed with cheer The ol’ harbour master Shouts “anchors ahoy” As he hauls on his boat Ropes, chain and buoy            The boats are a dwindling Just a few will remain To fish through the winter Come cold, wind and rain If you ask anyone, it is as they say, Wonders of the world are seven, But none of them would recognise, This lovely place, WE call Heaven

Anon will return, as soon as can be, Identity top secret, neither he nor she, although I can say, a few drinks I’ve had, when in the Ty Coch, I was younger and mad!

Anon for the time being, is taking a break, as the entire chat page, he not want’s to take, with due care and thinking of others you see, I’ll just watch the ol’e folk, admiring the sea.  

T’was Saturday morning, well before noon, Bleddyn woke up, in a dark quiet room, His head was a banging; his eyes were so red, He struggled and tumbled, to get out of bed, Bodwen downstairs, heard a loud crashing noise, And there appeared Bleddyn, in a st   And there appeared Bleddyn, in a strange looking poise, My head hurts dear Blodwen, my eyes cannot see, So please my dear Blodwen, a tablet for me.    Well my dear Bleddyn, no wonder you see, We didn’t come home, until well after three, remember the struggle we had on the path? Ty Coch is a great place, for a drink and a laugh

Said Bleddyn to Blodwen, as the last rays of sun shone, shall we go for a nightcap, before last orders are done. Said Blodwen to Bleddyn, as the last rays of sun shone, by the time we get down there, T’will be dark, and a torch, I have none.  

And there, they are happy, Stood aloft old Pen Cei, Old sea guardian Angels, Over the boats, as they sway   Bleddyn’s is beer drinking, the crafty old geezer, Co’s Brione & Blodwen, went shopping to fill up the freezer!!

My dear beauty Blodwen May I ask, if I dare On this, cold bleak rooftop As for you, I do Care   Grant me my wishes On, two and three As I say, I Love you As we look out to sea

Bleddyn and Blodwen Old lovers they be Stand lonely the roof top Gazing out over the sea Is it time for a cuppa? He asks sweetly to she Yes my dear Bleddyn The usual place for tea? And so they descend Each fragile step dear Along the old footpath, Ty Coch is quite near!Said Bleddyn to Blodwen - I‘m going for tea, Said Blodwen to Bleddyn - well what about me? Said Bleddyn to Blodwen - stay here, look at sea, Said Blodwen to Bleddyn – no way, you know me!!I said "Ahoy!" and She said "Ahoy"! and I asked her how the fish were biting; And what are you trying to catch my boy, Mackerel, Cod or Blodwen?"Bleddyn vowed, as he rowed on the velvet blue through the night and the starry splendour to woo and woo a maiden he knew across at Porthdinllaen, the HarbourAnd so Bleddyn arrived, with his boat he did row, Fom Bwlch to Dinllaen, And his head he held low