An Husor Bughes

Pan vydhav teg Ow gwen a wra tenna Dha wolok dhe'm lagas Pan vydhav teg; Ow skeus a wra gul Dhe'th kolon betya Pan vydhav teg; Agan enevow a wra Omjunya yn dons Pan vydhav teg; Agan korfow a wra Hanasa war-barth Pan vydhav teg; Ow thorr vy a wra Krodhvolas yn trist Pan vydhav teg; Ow shap a wra kulhe Ha bos tanow Pan vydhav teg; Ow dewlagas a wra Kria dowrow yeyn Pan vydhav teg; My a vydh unnik Ha digoweth hwath Pan vydhav teg; Bewnans a vydh perfydh wor'tiwedh Pan vydhav teg.

Ha hedhyw Howldro an Hav, ottomma rekordyans nowyth a onan a'm bardhonegow "Kotta Nos, Hirra Dydh" a-dro dhe fyllel hunya pan vo mar gott an nos. As it's the Summer Solstice today, here is a new recording of one of my poems "Kotta Nos, Hirra Dydh" about failing to sleep when the night is so short.

Vinegar Byrnes was an uncouth sort of gentleman,  but he had a nice hat  and he wore it every day. He would walk with a cane, a most respectable man, and beat off thieves like a rat as he trundled away. A great smile he wore for the whole world to behold, and threw his teeth at swans, but none could find blame as such. And of his adventures many tales would be told, not but lacking nuance, and it all seemed rather much. Vinegar Byrnes yearned for love, an embrace, or a wink, he was lonely as ever that, in turn, was his mistake. He bellowed through the streets as he neared his last brink, love would find him never, until he passed a snake. “What joy,” Vinegar leapt. “What joy and what luck To have found my own boy!” And he flourished with a turn. But the snake liked no kisses for he was no schmuck nor was he or his a toy. Vinegar had to learn. As he bent to the serpent, who writhed in his embrace, and whispered in his ear and felt only love. The snake surged for his mouth and e...

English below. Termyn hir heb post formel !  Ny allav vy perthi kov a'n diwettha tro may skrifis vy post blog rag ow gwiasva ma. My re dhyllas nebes bardhonegow ha treylyansow dres an misyow (ha martesen bledhynnyow!) diwettha, mes post a'n par ma? Piw a wor! Hedhyw y feu dyllys gans Governans Kembra bos an alhwedhans omma ow pos ystynnys gans teyr seythen aral, avel gorthyp dhe pandemik durus Kovid-19. Ha kepar ha peub erel y'n wlas (hag y'n bys), skwith ov a'n gortos a-ji oll ma. Ny wrug vy gasa'n chi a-dhia mis Kevardhu yn hwir, ma's godrigans orth shoppa unweyth pub seythen po'm omober a esir gans an governans, hag yma ow fenn kloudyes gans skrinyow ha nowodhow drog.  Ytho, my re dhewisas skrifa a-dro dhe dreylyans a wrug vy delergh yn mis Ebrel warlena, yn kres an kensa alhwedhans kenedhlek, ha kowsel a-dro dhe braga y'n wrug, h.e. Yth esov owth assaya neppyth nowyth omma, yn unn gomprehendya kevrennow dhe folennow war Wikipedya - y fydh an kevr...

Nyns ov vy movyans bras a gren brastir an mor Nyns ov saw morvil glas ow neuvya yn an dowr Ow lost yw tonn an lanwes A drapp an tewes gwynn Ow heyn yw mena kres Orth holya livyow tynn Ow hwethdoll fenten skiens Y flowsya pell a'n tir Ow lesa a-hys an hens dhe dhiwedh viaj hir Ow lagas morverk kellys Banna yn-mysk an blou a ros yn Atlantek mas Honan heb arwodh tu Nyns ov vy movyans bras Po gwayans dowr an bys Nyns ov saw morvil glas ow mordardha'n lanwes

Bysdro Amal nos Pan dheu efanvos Kamm war-tu Gans hy hus Neb jorna Diboos ow kila Dydh yn-ker' Koth ywa Tyller kudh A hol planetweyth Kylgh an gwav Gyllys vyth

  Rag termyn re welis vy, fatel omjanj an pubtra. Neppyth a sav ha movya ha ladha ha keudhi. A dro dhe dro yw oll lowarthyow ken es a-varr; a'n re velyn bys dhe'n re amber breynans lent pedrel: Ass o hir ow hyns vy. Lemmyn th'esov dhe'n wagva ha mires a-hys pub rosva. Ogasti bys dhe'n vorva an ebron boos 'welama ow kwarnya orth an gilva.