The Beach Calls

This is why I have to get to the beach 
Sand between my toes on a sunny day 
Sea washed stones, sea shells, sea weed grappling     

Sea breeze embracing my skin to freshen my face 
Little crabs digging out the sand for treasures lost 
Gently, gently the waves comes in and out on applause 

And a thousand angels sing with the waves like church choir  
Each time, each time it comes in to shore from voyage 
To calm my soul, such soothing feeling, therapeutic  

This is why I have to get to the beach 
This is why I have to get to the beach 
Oh, this is why I have to get to the beach 

Having a warm soup

We all meet up in the middle sometimes 
When the seasons are right 
We all brush off the mud on our boots 
On the doormat, that spells out welcome home 


Walking out of the cold into the warmth 
An empty chair seats idle  
With our names imprinted on, reserved  for
Like a movie director's chair with comfort 


Here take your coat off 
Here have a seat, here a warm soup 
Or coco, have some bread to fill you up 
And do tell us stories of adventure 


And trepidations, dragons you have slayed 
 At some point, I feared I wouldn't make it 
Nightmare rings awakening, like alarm clocks 
To my sleep awake and I sweat the demons out  


Words do, belittle experience to talk of 
But hold on, it is a lie what was spelt out  
In the beginning so bold, like prophecy 
And infested with assurance that mild  


We do not all meet in the middle sometimes 
When the seasons are right 
Some never made it back and empty seats 
Remain around tables in advent 


An old friend passed away 
He will not be here this year 
An old friend changed alliance, false start   
He now stands at the front line with the enemy 


An old friend lost his map 
He sits in the cold in street corners begging 
Without direction on course to take  
The magnet in his compass is without life 


So I hold back my speech of travesty 
And look into the hamper bag I carry  
To bring out presents of merry, I carry more of those 
Don't be fooled by t' size of t' bag, it is like the Tardis   


The most valuable of all, is to have made it here 
In the middle sometimes, when seasons are right 
To brush off the dirty on our boots, on welcome mats 
Hang our coats and have a warm soup 


NB: If you saw the baby in the picture above 
you have good eyes and Merry Christmas 

Presents wish list

Christmas cards, and presents wrapped, inkpot opened  
What is it, you want for Christmas 
Dilemma, dilemma, of what to get you  


Would you like, what wrappers hide 
Or would it end up, just like all the others 
Neatly stacked up, dust and curb-webs, up the cellar 


Presents, presents, oh what to get you 
Stress this is, in reading one's mind
Let me know, please do let me know now 


Let me know, before the inkpot  goes dry
It been sat here opened and ready, for far too long
On thoughts of what to, ink down on gift list  

What to get you, to please you the most, most of all 
To fill the empty Christmas tree, with props 
Please let me know, do let me know, before the ink goes dries 


On what I am to write on cards and presents 
On what I am to get you, on boxing day 
To have you have the biggest smile, to show to all 

The Tourist Shop

Things we pick up along the way  
In life we journey to and fro 
Destination to destination, to and fro


Picking memorabilia from spot to spot  
In tangible and intangible souvenir  gifts 
In forms they come, from corner to corner  


Be it experience and lessons learnt    
Or affection from knowing you, knowing me  
It is the treasures bolted in memory box   


Some get statues, some buy T-shirts 
Some get ripped off hoping to pick a bargain  
Leaches picking on the holiday gullible 


But always be assured , in shapes and sizes  
Journeys leaves an impact 
Before moving on, in chapters written 


Some are codes to decipher, in life's scribbles  
Some are stories on repeat told 
Some to be hidden banished from day light  


These are things we pick along the way  
From the ages we journey along the way  
To this day and expecting more 


A quick stop by the gift shop, quick now  
Hoping to pick a good bargain
Before curtains close 


And its time 
To say good bye
Good bye 

London to Vince with Love

We will set sail on waters through t' city,..
Exchanging bumpy potholes for floatation..
As we swim in boats , in gentle melody..


Entwined, like caramel a' chocolate in one melt..
Chauffeured along by Pavarotti, he sings..
Lovers songs, collaborations with t' rivers voice..


T' good old lady, with old romance..
Will smile, with content of t' love..
We share, she will tell us of t' best..
Spots in t' city, to caress as one..


We will walk the narrow lanes 
That brings us closer together..
In alley ways, with perfect spots for our first kiss or two..
On steps that symbolises growth in love..


I will capture funny memories of you ..
On cameras and you will of me..
A stranger will gladly do us the honour..
Capturing our moment of tranquillity,..


In-front of the unending web rivers of love..
We will wear mask and dance in ballrooms..
We will dine at t' river front, overseeing t' sunset..
We will have caricatures painted of us..
By t' old man, who sits at t' edge of bridge..


We will stand in front of t' old church,..
A' pledge our love to each other..
We will day dream of our future together..
How many babies to have 

A' make plans for joyous memories..
We will say these are t' stories our ..
Offspring's will come to know..
When we went to Vince 

We will wish to be no where, but right here..
By t' edge of river, hand in hand..
With time stood still, lying in each others arms..
We will make love memories, in Venice..

Long Time No See (Cross Roads)

 

Long time, no see, no see  
Seeing you 
Like a ghost from past memories  
Unaware, till I see you  
How far, long, fast time flies  

Time gone by in memory 
When we shared a pact 
Secret handshakes  
Always together  
The show stoppers 
Playing to the gallery gallantry 

When did we fade into shadows  
Away from each others lives 
Small talk, now being made  
“Last I heard you went
travelling the world”

We use to talk for hours 
Now awkwardness gathers in the clouds 
Taking  precedence holding hostage 
And silence, takes centre stage 
After a few words said 

We have grown apart  
Drifting strangers, on voyage  
We have become in formation 

"See you around, see you soon"
As a ghostly haunt, echoing from the past
Knowing  very well, we would
Probable never, again cross paths

Our parallel worlds crossed
And  we caught a glance of each other 
At this juncture, pass this junction
Again we go our separate ways again

No longer reminiscing
Of the good old days
Replaced by the awkward silence
Of our last meet up that awkward

It has all changed now, forgotten codes 
Now, we are just ghostly strangers
Who's paths once crossed
On the journey of life