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Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.

Trade Descriptions

When managers can’t, is a regrading in store?
If artists aren’t artistic and footballers don’t score
When chefs can’t cook and waiters won’t
If nurses are impatient, and assistants don’t
Is our language at fault or our attitude?
Are our job titles wrong or are we just plain rude?
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An Ode to Wales

"Land of dragons, daffodils and lilting voices
Moulded scenes in which one rejoices"
A place of hills and valleys deep
…Someone take me away from these blasted sheep!
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(First two lines were given as part of Radio Wales’s Eisteddfod competition, the last two were my contribution which didn’t win but were read out live on air).

Monk(ey) Business

I couldn’t be a Trappist
I’d rather be an escapist
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Thief in the Workplace

Stolen peace of mind
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Anorexia

Stick thin girls
Looking in fun house mirrors
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Blue Peter I

"on this day in 1958…The Queen made her eldest son, Charles, Prince of Wales…"

It’s amazing what you can do
With sticky backed plastic
Loo rolls and a pot of glue
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Chocolate

Underneath the bitter carapace
Is a centre of sweetness

Bite me
Try me
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Childstar

What was cute is now seen as annoying
And too quickly tolerances wear thin
When surrounded by saccharine smiles
And an incipient double-chin
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Clarity

Little disks of plastic
Poked into my eye
Help me see things clearly
When I’d otherwise be blind
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Wanted: a Best Friend

We could have long girly gossips
And go on long shopping trips
Or sit and discuss the sizes of boobs, bums and hips
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Butterfly on a Wheel

Metaphor is lost as
Lepidopteran species gets stuck in the treads of a tyre
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“You’ll leave me. I know you’ll leave me. You’ll pack your bags and go.”

I hold you close
I keep you near
I smother you to drown my fear

And all the time
Throughout each day
Holding you tight, I push you away.
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Womaniser

Irrational lust is all I feel for you
You’re not even worthy of love
When those stupid girls fall at your feet
It isn’t hero worship or loving adoration
Perhaps your aftershave is too strong?
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Bedsit

"Bed/sitting room available. Reasonable rent. Good area."
Lino peels
Wino reels.
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The Artistic Temperament

I enjoy writing at night,
With a Bic biro
And a notebook,
I lay
But most of the drivel
I write
Won’t see the light of day
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Tony Blair (reported 30.9.04 as having heart problems)

How can you have a problem with something you don’t possess?
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Re-record (not fade away)*

I have missing parts in my memory
And a very vague time frame
A friend has told me that I
Will need to rewire my brain
The live part is waiting for action
The neutral is ready, I know
Will someone please come and tell me
Just where the earth wire should go?
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(*in homage to the singing skeleton on the Scotch video tapes adverts)