R and R

Rest and Relaxation

Arriving on the Voyager, leaving Brize for R&R

Past the guardroom, leave the gate, travelling in a car

Norfolk bound upon the roads, along the countryside

Every where’s so green!    It’s like I'm on a joy ride.


Then the rain began to fall, the wipers side by side

Like a metronome, they swept, almost made me cry

It’s just raining, yes!  I thought, I’ve seen rain before

But this was something else as it began to pour.


Six months, no rain, no grass, I’ve seen

As this vista thus unfolds, it all seemed so serene

Then in an instant, gripped with fear, there laying in the road

A Sainsbury’s bag filled my gaze. Sure it would explode!


Then my mind griped my body, as it began to shake

In a soothing voice it said  “Come on for goodness sake”

You’ve flown miles to find this peace, left the war behind

“Look out!  

                     It’s going kill us!  

                                              Now a constant state of mind




◄ Heart broken



<Deleted User> (16837)

Thu 13th Dec 2018 10:30

inappropriate start...well 'tz not difficult to guess that start...? gud u did not.?

Dear Po,
yes i like the way u write n certainly these are compliments n nt jus comments.
thank you for praising me so highly...although i can put across my views in three languages....but for me the readers do make difference...otherwise i do write in hindi and a bit also in urdu....but aint a master in any just like jack m anybody.

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Paul Sayer

Thu 13th Dec 2018 06:29

Thanks for the like and dropping in Kate


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Paul Sayer

Wed 12th Dec 2018 22:53

Bagged and tagged now has a different connotation for me.

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Paul Sayer

Wed 12th Dec 2018 17:15

Brian and Jon thank you both also.

This is a poem that I don't expect most to fully comprehend. As so often, the obvious is as typed... the true meanings can not be read... only felt.

I know you know ;)

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Paul Sayer

Wed 12th Dec 2018 17:12

Ghaz I was going to make a very inappropriate start to this reply based on your first line… glad I didn’t (my humour is an acquired taste)

Either way I always find your heart-felt comments a compliment indeed.

I am in awe of anybody who can write in any language other than their own native tongue and get across so succinctly their thoughts and feelings as you always manage.

Be You Ghaz! Keep writing. Thank you for following me.

A phrase I often use is “follow me, I’m right behind you”
Your support and comments are as always welcome.


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Paul Sayer

Wed 12th Dec 2018 16:58

M.C. A bloody mess every day not just ‘Sunday’

Saddly my friend most saps fail to recognise the ‘sappers’

Thank you for your insight, reading and commenting.

<Deleted User> (16837)

Wed 12th Dec 2018 14:42

Dear Po, every poem of yours has a climax which is deep....a new world altogther opens up. Such astounding facts, events and incidents unfold which keeps me thinking for a long time. Emotionally charged poems....sad...bitter truth of the new world created and crafted with such dexterity. Choice of words n expressions so clear yet so different and deep...i am amazed to read your works....need to learn your way of interpreting...n ur way of expressing.?

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 11th Dec 2018 23:07

These lines took me back to the IRA bombing campaign here in
central London when every deserted bag or holdall was a potential
bomb and the number of call-outs to deal with these would occupy
many a "late-turn" tour of duty.
My greatest admiration was reserved for the bomb disposal officers
whose very existence was a nod towards cool dispassionate
bravery of the highest order; some of whom died doing their
unenviable duty protecting the public.

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