An Husor Bughes

Nans yw spys kott yth esen vy owth omglowes nebes isel ha my a skrifas an bardhonek ma orth ordena ow thybyansow. Yth esen vy ow styrya fatel vynnsen vy y dreylya dhe Sowsnek ha gweles an lies styr usi ynno avel y tiskwedhav vy a-is.  A short while ago I wasn't feeling great and I wrote this poem whilst organising my thoughts. I was considering how to translate it into English and saw the many meanings as I've laid out below.   Our koll Pub omglowans usi A'm lenwa genes Awos ty dhe vos Ahanav vy Y'n decken Wosa oos a gerensa An our koll Yw an hirra Hag eev dibenn Hour of loss Every feeling there is Fills me with you Because you are/were/go/went Of/from me In the moment After an age of love The (lost) hour (of loss) Is the longer/longest And it's endless  

Nans yw neb mis, my a drovyas gwiasva a dhevnydh jynn AI dhe wul imajys selyes war eryow a rer dhodho. Pandr'a sewyas o an imach a-is hag, a-dhyworth hemma, my a skrifas an bardhonek a sew ynwedh. Yth omwovynnav pyth o an geryow a res vy dhe'n jynn AI...? Around a month ago, I found a website that uses an AI to create images based on key words you give to it. What followed was the image below and, from this, I wrote the poem you're about to read. I wonder what the words were that I gave to the AI...? A tesinyas denses an kalgh Kemeryn hemma Y hevel medhel Ha kowethek Ha koynt? Eus ganso porpas? Yma res y gudha Yma res y geles Yma meth Mes nyns eus meth Pan vo nerth Mes pandr'a wra? Pyth a dhevnydhya va?  Tanweyth Livyow Hirgosk Ogh Ny vynnav vy godhvos Marnas... If man designed the penis Take this It seems soft and friendly and strange? Does it have a purpose? You have to cover it You have to hide it There is shame But there is no shame When there is power But what does...

Kosk yn kres, a dhen koth an nos Gans bejeth nowyth golowhes Ha dons dha loor y'n hunros Termyn a vynn drehedhes Pandr'a hwer dhis, pell y'n vyth? Heb trigoryon dhe witha'n tir Rag arenep loos yw gostyth Dhe elvennow fowt styr Hedhadow dha emlow munys Pella es pub konvedhans Ha ny syns leuv vyth distemprys  Tre nevek dha spyrys sans

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...