01.5.12

Image: Bruce reciting Shakespeare as an Omniverse, we met last year at Barton Creek and kept in touch, it was nice to meet up again.

 

148) A full day it’s my last, has time really gone that fast?

Tomorrow it’s the homeward flight

Back over the pond through the night

Leaving I’ll be sad, but getting home I’ll be glad

After my second American tour seeing my family once more

But no time to be bereft, get out and enjoy the time left

 

149) The sky was a sombre grey as if sad I was going away

Occasional spot of rain like a solitary tear

Mourning the end of my tour this year

Then no more spots of rain as the sun shone again

The sky slowly turning blue, the grey it peeped through

The sun growing stronger, pity I can’t stay longer

But I have to depart from the State that took me to its heart

My trip has to end but everywhere I seemed to find a friend

All sayin’ “come back now y’hear”

An’ me sayin’ “God willin’ see y’awl next year”

 

150) Woodpecker pecking at a tree, I saw him and he saw me

With my camera like as not raised up to take a shot

But before I could blink or cough

The durned li’l critter upped an’ flew off

 

151) Arriving early in plenty of time for my final night of rhyme

At Ruta Maya the path well worn, chess piece on the table it was a pawn

A reminder of how others see us and think how we should be

Thinking they have a right to say how we should sing say or play

Thinking they are wise when they criticise

The all knowing saying how your work should be going

But my tip to all of you is to your self be true

From the start write from the heart

And if your poems they don’t like, tell them to go take a hike.

 

152) At Barton Springs where the water is clear

A group politely asked “what are you doing here?”

In a manner modest not high and mighty

Said “I’m a poet from dear old Blighty

And what I’ve come here for is my annual poetry tour”

They asked for a sample so I gave an example

From my latest score then gave one more

They thought me cool not a fool

So be ready cos’ you never know

When you might have to do an impromptu show

 

153) It was the Ruta Maya again my last night

My tour like last year had gone alright

Poems written and recited, to listen to others work I was delighted

As we spent the time sharing our free verse and rhyme

Talent uncovered, new poets discovered

Giving a rendition carrying on the tradition

Bringing poetry to the fore, more and more and more

Now as my tour ends I say “thanks goodnight and God bless my friends”

 

154) I read poetry from my tour and continued to read some more

Also reciting loud and clear poems from my tour last year

Poems that did deride, poems from my softer side

Poems about planting a tree for future generations to see

Poems about my bad attitude recited in a manner somewhat crude

Was it good? Yes I suppose it was my last night and anything goes

 

155) Up and down like a jack in the box poets on stage as the evenin’ rocks

Imagination in overdrive, Yo! Man gimme five

We’d write then recite

Poems written on the spot, not giving a jot

Bringing them to the fore, then we’d up an recite some more

All knowin’ keepin’ it goin’

So when we finish at nine we’ll sure have had a real good time

 

156) Occupy a space anywhere any place

Stand still a place you’ll fill

Stand here, stand there, stand anywhere

In or out of doors occupy a space that’s yours