Currently I read regularly at THE BROWNS HOTEL LAUGHARNE. For THE DYLAN THOMAS FESTIVAL I read at THE TIN SHED in Laugharne. I have also read at THE CELLAR BAR, Cardigan and in The Narberth Poets Group.
When living in the S.E. I read in Brighton amongst other places.
I have recently had three of my poems published as the result of winning in competitions.
I write poetry all the times, it soothes my soul and uplifts me. My inspiration comes from every day happenings, the sea and music.
Many of my latest poems are concerned with the rights of man, with how we must overcome those things which are wrong in life, those things which prevent us living happy, peaceful, healthy lives where the body, mind and spirit feel fulfiiled. This is our birthright.
I write prose online with two international groups and have been writing novels.
I was the creator of Binka the children's TV animation and have written in journals, newspapers and various other places. My muse comes alive and I write pieces to go with my paintings too. Sometimes the painting inspires the poem and at other times it is the other way round.
I run course to help people find themselves in writing as well as in art and life music.
When living in the S.E. I read in Brighton amongst other places.
I have recently had three of my poems published as the result of winning in competitions.
I write poetry all the times, it soothes my soul and uplifts me. My inspiration comes from every day happenings, the sea and music.
Many of my latest poems are concerned with the rights of man, with how we must overcome those things which are wrong in life, those things which prevent us living happy, peaceful, healthy lives where the body, mind and spirit feel fulfiiled. This is our birthright.
I write prose online with two international groups and have been writing novels.
I was the creator of Binka the children's TV animation and have written in journals, newspapers and various other places. My muse comes alive and I write pieces to go with my paintings too. Sometimes the painting inspires the poem and at other times it is the other way round.
I run course to help people find themselves in writing as well as in art and life music.
I desire to create rich stories embroidered in fine linen and magical threads
with eye catching interwoven, creative stitches and textures which
pull/coax/entice into the spider’s well-spun web. Favourite authors feed into
my soul, their wise, exacting and inspiring language rings in my ears,
touches my heart. Dylan Thomas is one who holds a special fascination for
me, with extraordinary wealth in words, images of such delight and
exquisite perfume, line and motion. Drawings of life coloured, portraits of
perfect observation and true wit.
with eye catching interwoven, creative stitches and textures which
pull/coax/entice into the spider’s well-spun web. Favourite authors feed into
my soul, their wise, exacting and inspiring language rings in my ears,
touches my heart. Dylan Thomas is one who holds a special fascination for
me, with extraordinary wealth in words, images of such delight and
exquisite perfume, line and motion. Drawings of life coloured, portraits of
perfect observation and true wit.
SAD TIMES BUT LOVE LINGERS LONG
They stole those lives
Took their souls midst joy
Struck down, shredded dead
Loud death knell from hell
Hearst wept so deep, so deep
Innocence in its prime destroyed
Senseless wicked evil wanton destruction
My tears fell fast, heart stopped
It beats with love , now is seered.
Torn ragged edged love of no comprehension
Why? Hate hangs in the air tawdry
Wrenches lives rips asunder
Thunders malice for no glory
Terrible story torn youth
Uncouth intelligence of victimhood
Stood strong with longing to kill
Ill-wind of misfortune tornadoed
Summer air of ecstasy shot
Fundamentalism not fundamental to life
Strife causing waves cave in
Collapse reason ill- seasoned minds
Questions surface bubble from the core
The voice of philosophy ponders
An unending road of violence
Fear emanating slime covered
Fingers point blame erupts corruption Discussion disperses wild words
Yet right action must master
But from whom lies concealment
Covering up by those who know
We ask why when what how who
No answers from any colour or creed
Yet the people took stance
Manchester united by grief
To the streets with voice of power unison
Steps of love gathering flowers
From wet cheeks red eyes
The beauty came as they showered showed
The cloth of History, a stallion city
Core of one mind to overcome
Pete Seeger’s words heard again
WE SHALL OVERCOME
Rosemary Graham MAY 2017
LYING ON THE BED I HEAR
In the still air I hear the sound
Of my beating heart and interwoven
Voices reach my ear
In unison, as children chattering pass beneath
My window, and car’s dull and stop
As chill of evening and the sun fades,
blows in a sudden careless
Cacophony of laughter.
And car doors slam as dove begins
His evening vigil call.
And then all is still,
Until the church bell starts a single
Ring and dove continues loud
And stridently once more.
I watch the curtain
Waft and flutter in
The breeze and see the chimney
Stack beyond and trees sunlit
Dancing on the distant hill.
And now voices call and chatter in the street
As people meet and greet in this so tiny
Rural English Cotswold golden place,
A pearl, a hidden jewel beyond
The cruel harsh world I do not wish
To know, and as my heart still beats
Soft and strong and breath flows,
And my pencil scratches
The paper constantly in time,
I see birds fly and call. Nature
is alive within and without
so peaceful and there’s harmony
and softness as I relax and feel
myself just drop and sink right in.
Rosemary Graham (c)
COLD COMFORT
Frozen bones, the scarecrow sentried
Still in frost-covered furrowed field.
He winked at me and I winked back
Sun-glinting, glasses, pupils all.
In reveried irreverence, I stood
Watched, bewitched betwixt
Fossiled, frozen, fair-gazing, hare-raising
Across corn-stubbled crop remains,
Amazed, engrossed, entranced, besotted.
A glance, but more than this.
Beneath sun-kissed white wispey-blue,
He moved to greet me and embrace
With snow-soft surface crumbling,
Bumbling, mumbling humbling heart.
I take part in the scene, serene, unseen.
I dop my hat and greet with grace.
Call lusty-lunged across the space,
Entoned, enthroned I bestow
A show of what I know, and
My face I place beside my friend,
Warm cheek to cold. I do feel bold.
Two souls alone now bonded.
The immortal glue of time enlivens.
Energised I bid farewell
And yet I stay transfixed
Until the constant calling crow
Becomes the sign, my time to go.
Rosemary Graham (c)
AUTUMNAL TOUCH
Mellow day of fading sun and bright berries coming.
I feel your whisper kissing the ears in joy.
Your soft touch and fragrance which fills my sentient
Nostrils, stirs my sensings beyond all other wordly
Things and enchants my mind, gives love to my soul.
I am in delight, overcome with your brightness caress
Your dueness now and am in delight at the sight
Of your presence and gratitude knows more than I
Can tell as she opens her soft shell and blows love
Which whistles and whirrs stirring deeply within.
Rosie Graham ©
Time is Moving Forward Now
Autumn leaves squirrels and night owls
Swirl through consciousness of the Fall.
Beyond the nightingale sings in my heart
A heavenly serenade for me to welcome
Back anew and to the fresh place in life
Where joy flies up around sprinkling love
Letting my purpose rise in trills and thrills
Of where I am blessed in the presence of God
Who shines his light and casts his magic mantle
So I at last can follow the trail that’s meant for me.
Come now dance upon the lawn, cartwheels and
Somersaults circle the gentle garden where no
Dew yet falls but summer’s end lingers lovingly
For me and I am entranced, drenched in something
Which I cannot explain but know it’s right, bright
Love and shining goodness protruding, oozing
The soft passage of the moment for my embrace.
ROSIE GRAHAM ©
Frozen bones, the scarecrow sentried
Still in frost-covered furrowed field.
He winked at me and I winked back
Sun-glinting, glasses, pupils all.
In reveried irreverence, I stood
Watched, bewitched betwixt
Fossiled, frozen, fair-gazing, hare-raising
Across corn-stubbled crop remains,
Amazed, engrossed, entranced, besotted.
A glance, but more than this.
Beneath sun-kissed white wispey-blue,
He moved to greet me and embrace
With snow-soft surface crumbling,
Bumbling, mumbling humbling heart.
I take part in the scene, serene, unseen.
I dop my hat and greet with grace.
Call lusty-lunged across the space,
Entoned, enthroned I bestow
A show of what I know, and
My face I place beside my friend,
Warm cheek to cold. I do feel bold.
Two souls alone now bonded.
The immortal glue of time enlivens.
Energised I bid farewell
And yet I stay transfixed
Until the constant calling crow
Becomes the sign, my time to go.
Rosemary Graham (c)
AUTUMNAL TOUCH
Mellow day of fading sun and bright berries coming.
I feel your whisper kissing the ears in joy.
Your soft touch and fragrance which fills my sentient
Nostrils, stirs my sensings beyond all other wordly
Things and enchants my mind, gives love to my soul.
I am in delight, overcome with your brightness caress
Your dueness now and am in delight at the sight
Of your presence and gratitude knows more than I
Can tell as she opens her soft shell and blows love
Which whistles and whirrs stirring deeply within.
Rosie Graham ©
Time is Moving Forward Now
Autumn leaves squirrels and night owls
Swirl through consciousness of the Fall.
Beyond the nightingale sings in my heart
A heavenly serenade for me to welcome
Back anew and to the fresh place in life
Where joy flies up around sprinkling love
Letting my purpose rise in trills and thrills
Of where I am blessed in the presence of God
Who shines his light and casts his magic mantle
So I at last can follow the trail that’s meant for me.
Come now dance upon the lawn, cartwheels and
Somersaults circle the gentle garden where no
Dew yet falls but summer’s end lingers lovingly
For me and I am entranced, drenched in something
Which I cannot explain but know it’s right, bright
Love and shining goodness protruding, oozing
The soft passage of the moment for my embrace.
ROSIE GRAHAM ©
FREEDOM
Freedom rushes through bones
Voices her passage in ocean
Blue waves following dance
Steps silver her flag
Full ahead prow forward
All channels clear-sighted
The swell engulfs that
Continental shelf of life’s
First new fresh steps
Enlivens dead cells, no.
Death knells knock here
Unclicked, unlocked liberty
The bell sounds over tide
Flowing a shining cascade
To parade in perfection
The fantasy played out
Resting quietly beyond storms.
Rosie Graham 2014
Freedom rushes through bones
Voices her passage in ocean
Blue waves following dance
Steps silver her flag
Full ahead prow forward
All channels clear-sighted
The swell engulfs that
Continental shelf of life’s
First new fresh steps
Enlivens dead cells, no.
Death knells knock here
Unclicked, unlocked liberty
The bell sounds over tide
Flowing a shining cascade
To parade in perfection
The fantasy played out
Resting quietly beyond storms.
Rosie Graham 2014
A PROCLAMATION
We will stop the evil in this world with a power that’s good and strong
Too long has bad outweighed the good so please listen to my song.
This voice of mine is full and wise. No more tears no more cries
Of ‘ What? Why? When?’ Now, we’ll halt it all, with a truth, that passion fills.
One soul outraged can carry all, and excite the rest to join the tune
There’s room and space for each of us to call for justice globally
Why should the wrongness carry on? It’s time right now
My friends before it is too late! So come with me into the
Right where bright light urges us, to stand as one and dance the light
Create a band of strength, which has no shortened length.
In being here in this place, our quest for good’s unbounded.
Our force, our team can be the change we need, beyond all greed and hate
We’ll make the difference, which the clear sighted have pronounced.
They came unannounced to the stage of life, the place where I,
In my latter years of life, stand meekly beyond grand fashion.
The passion fills my every part, my heart is open wide.
Inside I cry, feel the deep despair, as maybe we all do
Under the mask of our portrayal, and yet I dare, for I must
Beg of you to harken here to what I have to say. It is no time for play.
Dear friends my trust I simply, shyly put in you today.
Perhaps unwittingly I listen in to those deceased brave souls
Hear distant pleas on bended knee and unashamed clear claims
On this hot spot where I unmasked, stand before you here.
Too many folk have stood for this, altruistic in their aims,
Have lost their lives their honest claims but now is the time
When all of us can stand to give a voice to good, for the future of the land
Before the world is lost and our children have no hope!
They cannot, must not be allowed to perish in the dimness of the grim
To live their little lives in fear and dread of what might lie ahead.
It is the human right to live in joy, peace and hope.
I hear that inner voice within us all, and of our children too.
No longer can we afford, to grope around in weakness.
Time to take the rope and pull with all our might.
All of us must, lift up our eyes. It’s important to be wise
As a collective whole, so join the group, we are no spies.
In word and thought CAN see those brighter bluer skies
Beyond all the cheating and lies of lesser bullying souls.
So please listen in and open up and see how you can act
The facts stare us in the face. I now see the writing on the wall.
Let’s form a band of goodness here, which others will revere.
Now is the time to make a stand so don’t be filled with fear
Lest all is lost and at what cost to the future of this place?
Our human race, and the beauty of this innately gracious world.
I ask for this not merely for the world at large, but in our own world too
Where cheating lying and deceit, we both feel and see,
Gains that upper troubling hand. It’s time for honesty
And clarity, freedom, love and all that’s good.
I beg you be not afraid, your inner knowing wants just this
Be explicit and be true, swathed with courage in your life.
Carry the flag for freedom, authenticity and joy.
Rosie Graham February 2015
THE LISTENING EAR
Let them do their dastardly deeds
Our grace and truth can swipe it all
The power of goodness waits to rise
She stands at the forefront of the skies
Evil cannot be allowed to win the sins
Performed are really grim yet we
Those who have a listening ear can
Make a difference with one voice
Freedom is a right not choice
Time can no longer stand still here
There is no time for fear
Be sincere in all your dealings
Find the truth within and let it out
Can’t you hear that inner tune which
Urges you to make a stand, no grand
Entrance but your own clear song
It’ll ring around the world and those
Who hear will make it grow.
It is right to do this now
No casual chance to read my words
You have heard what is in my soul
I am sure you know its time to act.
Rosie Graham February 2015
THE ANCIENT VOICE
There’s something lurking deep with me now
It fills all parts touches my soul with soft hand
And I try to tune into this, a message from afar
It is an ancient voice, Chief Seattle knew of this
Those of us whose hearts and minds are good
Understood this from our youth, the hearth
Where we stood as children
It will not let go of me has taken me firm
With hand of time pleads my mind to listen
It cannot be avoided, I have no choice in this
It’s timeless, ageless wisdom from the land
Beneath our feet which knows it all has been
Here from the start beats with rhythms
The very essence of life is here dear ones
All energy fills her core and war and worry
Negativity and false folk churn her soil
Spoil her golden gracious gift to man
To animals, trees and all of life
Delights and delicate enjoyments
Of body, soul and mind in kindness.
Why do we allow destruction, war and all?
Things bad. How can we let the fear wage in
And on across the lands and skies of Earth?
Why can we not join in one group of goodness
Raise our power, our voices strong and bring
The peace which we all so need
Our strength can make this possible when as one
United we stand no separateness no rift
Yet we drift along our own blinkered paths
Embroiled in selfish needs or fearful of
Retribution. You contribution is a must
Lest badness continues on and on until
The whole of man’s defeated and done.
The bullies of the world are lost, blind
Have no morals, had no role model to follow
But we. Yes you and I can stand as one grand
Band with all our kith and kin a brother
Sisterhood who wants and sees the good
Knows all badness must now stop.
Please open up and listen deep to what
Is being played within your frame.
My aim and yours should be to be the ones
Who bring the peace the wrong ones to their knees
Not with guns and cruelty but in subtler ways
Our energy combined, dear friends is what will
Be the way and I can show you how.
All I need is to be allowed.
Rosie Graham © February 2015
A LEAP OF FAITH
Our chill winds have no frills no thrills from what
Surrounds us now in life’s grim grip of wrong.
The song we need to hear is full of cheer
And as you’re here I beckon you with one
Long strong finger of hope. No longer grope
Feel sad or let the bad take the upper hand
Do not ignore the whisperings of life the
Hidden sounds deep within which all can hear
Take a leap of faith beyond darkening grey skies
And lies of lust and lame reasons for treason
Trust in your heart’s knowing voice which
Begs you now, yes now this minute
No time for dallying wondering halting thoughts
Of doubt so leap right in and save the world.
Rosie Graham © February 2015