Landmarks in Welsh History (1)

LANDMARKS IN WELSH HISTORY

1284

Wales loses 200-year fight for freedom; her princes are brutally slain and her people forced to accept the Statute of Wales.

What They Said (1)

WHAT THEY SAID:

"I have learned a big lesson, namely that the best Government for England is not good enough for Wales. Even if there were 600 angels in Westminster they would still be English angels, unable to understand the mind of Wales."

Cledwyn Hughes, MP, 1951

Rampage & Revel (1)

HARRI WEBB.

Rampage & Revel

The Raid of Ifor Bach

Dodging through the woodlands,

Striking in the dark

Who has scaled the battlements

Before the dogs can bark?

Ifor of Senghennydd

Is paying a late call

And the Norman lord of Cardiff

Is in the Welshman's thrall.

Of no avail his fortress

Nor all his Norman pride

He's wakened in a hurry

And he's taken for a ride.

Ifor of Senghennydd

Has dropped in late at night

And the Norman lord must go with him

Until he needs his right.

Back up to the mountains

Where the Cymry still are free

The Norman and his lady

Are treated courteously.

But they can't go back to Cardiff

Till they yield the Welshman's claim

And Ifor of Senghennydd

Has won a glorious name.

The Bards of Wales

http://garfield.chem.elte.hu/Turanyi/BardsOfWales.html

Rebel Heart (1)

DENNIS COSLETT

Rebel Heart

Mayhem

'Father', god of the heavens, never before

did you suffer so much pain, from the gaping

wounds inflicted upon you, tormented by greed,

the conspiracy of destruction bred in diseased minds,

destroying the seeds of life you created.

'Mother', goddess of earth mourns you, envenomed

in a sea of tears.

Will earth sigh, then exhale when summoned by

the trumpets of death? Veiling earth into a

shroud of darkness, forced to drink a chalice

of poison waste, turn the forests into kindling

timber to stoke the flames of hell on earth.

A heinous demon is born ; snow-capped mountains

vomiting a fit of fiery anger. Towering seas

in furious rage, gaping crevices engulf great cities.

The putrid stench of genocide. 'Earth',

a smouldering graveyard for Satan's paradise.

Hen Bennill (1)

HEN BENNILL

Dyn a garo grwth a thelyn,

Sain cynghanedd, cân, ac englyn,

A gâr y pethau mwyaf tirion

Sy'n y nef ym mhlith angylion.

Diarebion (1)

DIAREBION:

Drwg y ceidw diafol ei was

Edifar cybydd am draul

Nid oes dim heb allu

Er heddwch, nac er rhyfel, gwenynen farw ni chasgl fêl

Gadael ein nos waethaf yn olaf

Krennlavar (1)

KRENNLAVAR:

James boutailhad mat a win ne reas trubuilh da gapusin

Gwell eo karantez leizh an dorn evit madou leizh ar forn

Karr a uz maen; maen a uz karr

Falz ' uz maen; maen ' uz falz

Falz ' uz êst; est ' uz falz

Triban Morgannwg (1)

TRIBAN MORGANNWG

Fi glywas gen drafaelwr,

Hwn a fu gynt yn sawjwr,

Bod y gofid er cyn Cred

Yn Llansan-ffred ar Ocwr.

St David's Day 2017

Back from Brest, taxi there and back, daffodils throughout the route, I forgot to wear a daffodil/leek so that nobody could mistake me for an Englishman, although some idiot in a British charity, with no thought of Wales, as usual, has chosen the daffodil for its emblem, going through Wales today they would think that the Welsh are especially generous people. First appointment at 1:45pm with nurse whose job was to prepare me mentally for my radiotherapy beginning tomorrow afternoon: 2:30pm appointment for pre-treatment, a simulation to pinpoint the position of the tumour, now I have my first tatoos, 4 of them, tiny and practical, not big and decorative. Because my system is all to pot I went to the toilet before leaving the house, whilst in the waiting room I went again then I was called in, given a little changing room to divest myself of my jacket, pullover and trousers, kept my pants; I took my place on the special bench,and was preparing to position myself when one of the girls mentioned that she hoped that I'd kept everything in and not urinated recently, when I replied that I had internal problems and had to relieve myself often they brought a halt to what they were doing, she told me to go back into the corridor to the water fountain and drink cups of water and that I'd be back in 20 minutes, I was already delayed due to the previous person and was watching the time because of my rendezvous with the nurse for my injections back at the house. Standing in my socks and shirt & trousers I was replenishing my bowels when an hour later I was back on the bench laying down under the ultra-modern machinery that was revolving around me as though subjecting my tumour to radio waves in practice for tomorrow and every day after that for 5 weeks excepting week ends. The chemotherapy begins next week, the two on the same day, half an hour north to Morlaix before turning westwards for an hour's drive to Brest. I got back home 20 minutes in advance of the district nurse, and having dropped my non-residual specially formulated diet I ate properly for the first time in 2 months, Elise's home-made vegetable soup, her home-made mashed potatos with 2 francfurters, and Lleuwen's delcious home-made rice pudding, with a cup of Tetley's tea.