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Peter J Jun 16
Sunday, hot summer Sunday
No busses, hitch a ride
on the back of BK's frogeye sprite
2/6p? to get in if you didn't hop
the fence.
Communal changing rooms,
half wooden doors that swung open
with pointy bits trying to
catch a peep over the top.
Scream!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dump your clothes by the boys
Run! Spring board bomb!
Children wearing water wings
Scream!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh behave! we hear the mothers
In one piece swimsuits shout.
Teddy boy husbands
*** dangling lips trying to look hard.
They can't go in the pool
It would ruin their greasy hair
on their brickyard works summer day out.
The older girls with their
slim fitting poker dot bikinis
look down on you through
height of fashion sun glasses
as you jump over them
being chased by some girl
who didn't want her bra pinched.
Gail fills her bikini and then some
approval is hard to disguise,
Mo, Susan, Cath and many others
all came under lustful eyes
from the boys of summer.
Newport, Caerleon, Pontypool boys
All watch, wondering if they should have a go
but not today perhaps anther day when he's on his own.
Get dressed, cut off jeans tee shirt adidas trainers
Hitch home, get a lift if you're lucky
Then spin Beach boys "Do it again"
The lido was the only place to go
but they didn't really like me there,
16 was never an easy age.
Beach boys Do it again ❤️
Peter J Feb 26
Two
Young friends
on a garden swing
All those long years past
Swinging up high as they dare
Until knees would bend no more
Ground became as far away as stars
And there we surrendered to the universe
Marvelling at all it's menacing ogre
from a hunting bedroom owl
Before that curtain fall
Into our carefree days
interrupted only by
ice creamed
chimes.
It was Tim’s birthday yesterday .
#foreverfriends
Peter J May 2022
I’d never noticed the blemish before
Right there by the dew on her thigh
I’d never noticed it before even close
But then who leaves the light on.
#lets see where it goes
#caru mawr
#truffles and milk
Peter J Feb 2022
I’m that hungry with love for you
That I would eat you all up
Particularly your dessert
In perfect harmony
I’d leave the cream pie
Until last.
#hungry like a wolf
#desserts backwards is stressed
#diamonds and pearls
#from a boy to a girl.
Peter J Oct 2021
I know where you live
You live at the end of the sea.
All the way to uncharted waters
And undreamt shores
Then I who is of this colour.
Circles you count from a solitary pebble.
I who wave after wave surrendered to your insatiable Jade
He who waited to be mounted in patient stillness an uncalming beast.
I know where you live.
You live at the end of the sea.
I haven’t been on here for a while.
I’m sat out on the patio listen to the October leaves rustling in the breeze and a warm sun belies this cold air.
Just thought of someone and here I am at the other end of the sea. Ar lan y Môr x
Peter J May 2020
The slow slow flow
of the Afon Lwyd
With it's fragrance from
rain soaked azalea.

A clap of thunder
rolls across the Mynyd Maen
then rests up on its tremulous tip.

And there where the scent
from my life's earth breath
leaves me before warm storms
rain forces my eyes closed.

For I am not Obed-Edom
and I find no favour
from touching
the Ark of God.
#just messing around while looking at the storm clouds forging my mountain.
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