Huw : Writing

''I Am The Way''.

''I Am The Way''.

A Poem by Huw


As you nailed your 95 theses to the Cathedral door. If a glimpse through time had been granted you my dear Luther to see the 41,..
His favourite fishing spot.

His favourite fishing spot.

A Poem by Huw


The old man askedwhat fly line are you using?Another day he approachedwhat make is that rod?The next time, what flyare you catching on?H..
Troubled soul of man.

Troubled soul of man.

A Poem by Huw


Even if the guilt does not produce shame as it should. The conscience having been hardened against such a delicate touch. The gu..
Amongst the prophets.

Amongst the prophets.

A Poem by Huw


If I cannot tune in to what you say or write. Is the fault in the receiver or is the sender to blame. Do your words lack inten..
Proud and without mercy.

Proud and without mercy.

A Poem by Huw


The dark shadow of democracy is wide. It darkens all it touches it's touch is cold unloving unforgiving proud and without mercy.
Day and nightmare?

Day and nightmare?

A Poem by Huw


The woman said, you don't really know someone until you live with them. She should have warned, you don't really know yoursel..
CRASH.....to late.

CRASH.....to late.

A Poem by Huw


People aren’t afraid of the Doctor They fear what the Doctor might say. People don’t hate the prea..
On my way.

On my way.

A Poem by Huw


Did you ever meet the fool who was wise in his own eyes Have you ever heard a preacher mingle truth with his own lies. The man..
Your selfless spirit.

Your selfless spirit.

A Poem by Huw


Memory about a blaze on Ilfracombe High Street in the early 80s.
Understand?

Understand?

A Poem by Huw


Brake lightstwo guys get outthey walk backscreaming, shoutingthen kicked the car.Having got outhe hit the closestthen shouted''stay down..