Born and educated in North Wales, Jan Williams taught
Physical Education in England,
Jamaica and Western Australia before changing lanes and moving via Brisbane to Townsville in
She attributes her poetical inclinations to her early
exposure to Welsh traditions.
HERE ARE SOME SAMPLES:
Damn, Another New Years Eve!
Two thousand and ten was the busiest year.
Now reflections collide, and the mists reappear.
A newsbreak re-hashes the year that has been.
Two seconds per image flash up on my screen
in a whiz.
Old memories wink, and I glimpse an odd mix
as the midnight countdown serves up a quick fix.
Dead faces. Live faces. They look the damn same.
Barack Obama waves down from a plane
just like show-biz.
Was that an African footballer scoring a goal?
Or a Chilean miner stuck deep in a hole?
An oil spill?…Volcano?…An earthquake in Haiti?
Julian Assange? Or William and Katie?
a fuse starts to fizz.
Was that the Pakistan
deluge, or the monsoonal rain
that drowned half of Queensland?
Could you show that again?
its too late
this years gotta go
as the vuzelas trumped by a pink party blow
Happy New Year!
1st January 2011
Dammit all, Ive got to swear!
Ive got to get it right:
Ive promised lots of curses
in these verses that I write!
But Im not a happy swearer
tho Ill try my flippin best
so I know Ill feel much better
once I get this off my chest.
Im just a duffer as a curser.
Im so sorry, now, I lied.
I only put the title in
to catch your blinkin eye.
But it worked alright, so here we are
a sorry bleedin pair.
You, expecting blasphemy,
and me, too shy to share.
There, now, Ive given it a blast.
Well have to hope that friggin volley
is enough to bloody last!
Britain Reports released by an interfaith British group indicated that a
number of Britons are converting to Islam and that a high percentage of those
are young women in the 20-30 age group.
The Angel of Dearth
Do I look a bit mysterious
beneath my silken veil?
Ive practiced all the glances
and I dont intend to fail.
Ive gone for something different.
Im going to convert.
Instead of being plain old Jane,
Im going to assert
You people just have no idea
what pea-brained drones you are.
You plod the treadmill day on day,
too dumb to stray too far
to try a little otherness,
experiment a tad
ignore the folks who say to you
its just another fad.
Theyll never ever understand.
They havent got the will.
Theyll never know the feeling,
of being scowled and frowned at,
of being disapproved
and knowing they cant do a thing
to have your veil removed
My friend, she has a nose-ring.
Another has spiked hair
with crude tattoos all up her arms
for just a bloody dare.
But, me, Ive got my flimsy veil
with flimsy thoughts to match.
It makes me float above the throng
like an angel on dispatch.