POETRY


Early one September morn
We arrived worn and forlorn
Meeting, labeling, greeting, babbling
Bundled into the bus we were
By jolly Adrian and Elle so fair

Through London streets and out we went
To Hampton court and there we learnt
Of Henry and the wives he sent
To die or live in other climes
Whenever he heard new wedding chimes

The Queen’s silver wishes, in pretty trimmed bushes
The roses and the houses
Of grace and favour, were there for us to savour

Then onto Salisbury’s soaring spire we rode
Of castles and kings we were told
The mysteries of Stonehenge to behold
Their mystic and magic to unfold

Exeter it was and cathedrals more
Elle kept us agog with tales and glee
She took us then to Plymouth’s shore
The Mayflower steps of Pilgrim fathers fame to see
Glastonbury was next despite being sore
King Arthur and his knights we sought
Instead postcards and badges we bought

The Georgian baths were a real delight
The sacred springs and Roman stones
Impressed us with all their might
Antiqua sauna planning was an awesome sight
And we finished off with lunch and ice cream cones

England then we left behind
Into Wales and to Cardiff to descend
Rugby stadiums and castles to contend
Thrilled we were beyond compare
To wine and dine at the castle’s chair
Handsome lads and hearty fare
Cawl and wine and chicken so tender
And buxom lassies cheering Yechd Da!
So by ten did we declare
A lot of fun did we share

To pretty Chester then we went
On the Roman wall as it bent
Around the town and “Rows”of shops
Eating Devon cream, which was tops

The port of Liverpool was next
Hardly had we touched ashore
When Bernie did her very best
The cavern of Beatles fame to show
And their cathedral with art and crest
With the Liverpudlian sense of jest
Tired then we swung and swayed
Back to bed and a bit of rest

The north of lovely Wales came next
With Llangollen and the beauteous range
Pretty passes, parks and coastal town
From Conway to Caernovon

The Lake district we just did fear
We would not have the time
So just a peek here and there
Of Wordsworth’s inspirations here
Was all we could have had
A glimpse of Windermere we saw
On missing this we felt real bad

But Scotland did beckon
So off we went its charms to reckon
Across Hadrian’s wall we did turn
To Gretna Green and the blacksmith’s barn
To listen to runaway marriage yarns

Glorious Glasgow did come next
At Kelvingrove we read the text
Of warring clans and powerful swords
On paintings and colourful boards
Elle told us then tales of blood and gore
About Mac this and that when they got sore

Early again we left, highland charms to witness
Glens, Bens, Loch Lomond and monster Ness
Loch Lochy and Oich too we saw with joy
Glen Coe, the Campbells and their ploy
The hills stained with blood still
When the MacDonalds did kill
The wind was cold, as this we were told
Loch Ness it was that took our breath
Its beauty, mystery monster and its depth

Kilts and tartans then filled our view
As to Inverness we went anew
Little did we see all day
But hills and heather and some hay
The site of Cullodon to relive
Where Bonnie prince Charlie had to give
Kingdom and crown to Cumberland who took his throne

The descent into the lowlands then began
Grey and brown we left behind
As if to remind that autumn though it was
The green would yet remain a little while

Adrian we did love for the way he wound
Through hill and dale and every mound
A fund of information he certainly was
Of local customs and their cause

Sheep of different kinds we saw
White and black and harlequin
A highland coo we gazed at with open jaw
Its hairy face and funny grin

Royal haunts we followed then
By the pretty River Dee
A peep of Balmoral around ten
Then Crathie Kirk to see, where Andrew and Will
Did have to go, while grieving still
Their mum Diana’s cruel blow

St Andrew’s beach and golf course
Filled some of us with remorse
Though some went off in joyous glee
To buy balls and caps and tee and tea

Elite Edinburgh was the best of all
Where we all did have a ball
Tom Wales came and took us all
To Edinburgh Castle oh so tall
Standing with such Scottish pride
Their military secrets to hide

We roamed the streets and loaded up
With knits and kilts and souvenirs
Though by three we had to hurry up
And dampen down our joie de vivre

Rest we did for a good while
Then we took the long mile
Dolled up in pretty dress
To Thistle hotel to distress

The Highland fling by Mikito was done
While Jim made eyes at sweet Carolyn
Fiddles and pipes and songs were sung
And we finished off with Auld lang syne

This brought us back to England then
By then we felt we were stuck with glue
To Adrians bus so clean and new
York Minister so grand and huge
But in the shambles shops we took refuge

Weary we rode again to Sheffield
In the outskirts at Rotterham to stay
A cosy, comfy night, too tired to play
We left again with our bags and lips sealed

Shakespeare country came next
Stratford upon Avon we put to test

His home and workplace we had to see
With David a photo we had, Oh Gee!
Some could not from Shakespeare tear away
So to the Cotswolds some of us did stray
To admire pretty thatches, cottages and Broadway
Eagerly then at evenday
We relished clotted cream, scones and tea in a tray

The last morn of the trip drew nigh
We boarded the bus with a heavy sigh
Donnington of the last civil war
And the best of the Cotswolds so far
And at Stow in the wolds we did stare
At the stocks so stark and bare

Sombre then to Churchill’s grave
Past Blenham Castle we drove
We saw Winston’s headstone next to Clementine
Cold and white, yet so fine

Then Elle did give the sign
Back to the bus to Oxford go
The oldest university of England to show
We walked the streets of ancient colleges
Seats of learning of stone and foliage
Impressed we were with the bookshops
And roads and rickshaws we did stop

Suddenly over it was this tour of fun
Back soon to the boss’s gun
The Yankees, Australians and Israeli too
Indians, Canadians and Kiwi who
Met strangers before a week or two
To part as friends, oh boo hoo hoo
As our hearts with sadness sank
Elle and Adrian we all did thank

A beautiful day, my dreams fulfilled
To serve and say, I did it, I succeeded
A loud crash, a thud behind
A nasty bash, a mangled metal mess
You have been kind
Saving me with your caress

That day I felt my work was done
And that I had to move on
Your reminder came with a bang
“I need you there”your voice sang

I surrendered, I served
I gave myself, I loved
My compassion flowed
Like a river in spate
Opening like a floodgate

Yet today, confused and sad
I feel I have been bad
For through all this
My ego did seek the bliss
Of love, concern and care in return

Tell me Thy purpose for me, Oh Lord
For the loneliness and exhaustion bear me down
And it is really very hard To find a reason to live on

I’ve done enough, I’m worn out
Listless, lethargic, in ‘burnout’
To close my eyes, to shut the door
Too tired to settle any score
To disappear, to vaporize
The peace of death to embrace

Exhaustion drags my feet
People I don’t want to meet
To tear away my mask
To say “I am not okay”
To leave alone the task
Of ensuring everyone else is okay

Regressing to my foetal state
Amid tears my life I try to recreate

Paradise – a word I once heard
Hope of pleasures untold
Nature in colours bold
Landscapes in silver and gold
Only in heaven to behold

But paradise on earth I saw
Pausing as I did one day
In the rush of life, with the door ajar
The sky was blue and flowers too
In orange, pink and purple hue
In their midst, I saw the mist
Atop grey mountains sunkissed

A bubbling brook, a flowery bower
Bees sucking nectar in every nook
The swaying trees, the gentle breeze
A light shower, the full power
Of Natures palette laid out for me

What made me wait, unable to see
I asked myself, lost in some sick haze
Did I have to lose my gaze
To see before me these colours of Paradise ?

Success is just the ability
To focus and change
Just the flexibility and agility
To fall and rise again, despite any pain or gain

It is sociability – which is an asset
It is capability – an absolute must
It is visibility – the intangible crust
It is accessability – which clears the dust
It is compatability – which is just
But not commonality which leads to rust

So build up your speciability
And develop your appealability
So you have the doability
To maximize your desirability
And succeed you will
With your basic skill

Intentions are important
For bad ones can haunt
And good ones are sacrosanct

But intentions without action
Fail in their final execution
For how can the good be felt
If intentions are not manifest

So having good intentions, one should
Demonstrate them and show them when one could
For intentions alone, however good
Need to be seen and felt to do the good

Intentions alone don’t get the job done
And to the recipient it is no fun
For mind readers we are not
And intentions are mere thoughts
That we convey and don’t hide
For how is one to know what is not seen outside ?

Spring in New York city
Kaleidoscope of Red, green and yellow
Mixed with the colours of Uncle Sam
White, Black, Brown and Yellow
The world is here, making this their world
In America – the colours of Uncle Sam

Summer it is, skin goes bare
Hot and humid, with thunderstorms to scare
Wild lilies, orange and pretty Sweet peas, dancing to a ditty
Shining white beaches
Blue seas with good catches
One sees again the colours of Uncle Sam

Autumn colours brown, orange and yellow
People of the world, people of every colour
Now people of America
Black, white, yellow and brown
All of them now the colours of Uncle Sam