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TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
Peace is no more on the hill
Forest Fire in innocent eyes
I ask myself : who wiped out greenery ?
The bountiful landscape devoid of luster.
Red charcoal blazing on the red-carpet
The tribe’s damsel hammers
Her fate into sheets of sorrows.
Tremors of fear trickles down her cheeks.
Floats smell of gun powder
Over the small hamlets of the hill.
The sky above is within its limit.
Serenity is no more, there…..
Terrorism, a tiger in every tunnel
Wagon loaded dreams of life
Stops there to rest a while !
Shukrijani, the young vibrant tribe guy
Refreshes his AK-47,
Ridicules at old bow and arrows
Mysterious mustache on his oval face.
He Knows nothing of humanity
He is trained to kill humans.
The hill is no more a hill
No more abode of peace !
Old mother of Shukrijani folding her shivering hands.
Prays God: we want tranquility,
We want peace !
Inertia of unknown identity plays hide and seek.
The tribe’s damsel prays :
O’ God of my fate,
Transform me into mother Mary
I want to give birth
Another Jesus to bring
Peace and harmony down to earth !
Monsoon rain poured like cascade, Streets were full of small puddles, Children came back from school gladly, They jumped on the muddy puddles, Water splashed out of them airily, Their uniforms were completely wet, And they welcomed fever voluntarily, Hospitals were far away from hamlets yet , Parents were struggled to cure them hourly, They bought pills from the provision store, And gave them as first treatment poorly, It had been continued every year more, Alas, it was the condition of outposts always, Oh god ,save the villagers from the rainy days.
Luna aura calls to me
Wonder reminds a story
Up beyond the distant trees
Our evening revelry
No words can tell our story
For wonder works mystery
Speak to me of profound grace
Two faces in fond embrace
Misty moonlight magic makes
Sparkling lunar give and take
From one lover to the next
Silent laughter fits warm stakes
Here by sleepy hamlets dance
Drifting moon now strokes a chance
Rhyme knows reason in glimpse grand
Poise aligns my cheery trends
Fate is never late I see
Autumn moon floats tenderly
Leon Enriquez
29 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Wish to wake up surrounded by the snow-capped Alps
Sipping tea in the quiet, quaint villages of Switzerland
Watching the glittering ripples of sapphire blue lakes
Staying in picturesque lakeside hamlets
Overlooking emerald valleys and majestic mountain peaks
Wish to climb the summit of the Matterhorn
To ride in horse-drawn carriages in the village of Zermatt
Journeying through train to Jungfraujoch
Riding cable cars and gondolas over the Lauterbrunnen Valley
Visiting flourishing flower gardens in Interlaken
Enjoying the Swiss Transport Museum in Lucerne
Wish to write about the beauty of Lake Geneva
From within the halls of the famed Chateau de Chillon
Skiing and snowboarding in St. Moritz’s Cresta Run
Stopping by in the Rose Garden and Bear Park
In the stunning Swiss capital of Bern
Wish to go to the Zurich Zoo with my family
Walk the cobbled streets of the Old Town
Strolling toward the Swiss National Museum
Call on the tennis great Roger Federer in his Wollerau home
Watch him practise his game and spend time with his family
Wish to enjoy some Cheese fondue and Älplermagronen
With Rosti and Zürcher Geschnetzelte, a veal dish
It would be wonderful to eat Engadiner Torte
Taste some Huppen wafer biscuits
And some sweet Swiss chocolate
If I were to go on a vacation,
I would choose Switzerland
without a second thought
Dreamy and inviting
That’s the place I wish to see.
28th March 2022
For L Milton Hankins' "My Dream Vacation" contest
Brecon Beacons
for pony-treks
Cumbrian fells
& bubbling becks
Dartmoor
with rocks rain scarred
Lake District views
beloved of bards
Northumbria on moor & hill
where Roman echoes linger still
Stone-bridged hamlets
in the Dales
with enclosed leas along its vales
Snowdonia one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky
Pembroke with its distant trail so long
heritages for us to protect & prolong
National treasures to preserve & enjoy
by rich,the famous &hoi poloi.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Husband constantly beating and batting,
His kiths, like allies, consciously hitting;
Father-in-law, in his way commanding,
Mother-in-law, dire duties demanding;
Neighbors mocking at physical darkness,
Her skinny dullness and financial weakness;
Her aspiration to be fullness gone,
Seeds of hatred in each heart around sown;
Losing her solid ground beneath her feet,
She, like a little lamb, started to bleat;
Some stood shocked; some so terribly awestruck,
Some said she's mad; others, she's hysteric;
Whatever might whoever might have thought,
Whatever view, she on her, might have wrought;
Mystery over her started growing,
Mastery of her wisdom grew glowing;
She talked of heaven, hell and highest skies,
Assured of abundant heavenly pies;
Her sermons varied from great wealth to health,
She talked on glamour of glorious death;
All listened seem to see in her strengths strange,
Her deliberateness seemed seeds of change;
They saw avatar of goddess kali,
In her they found Durga, Radha, Lakhsmi;
Her husband, forever, stopped batting her,
Kith and kin pleasantly extolled her stir;
Father-in-law still; mother-in-law calm,
Life, to her, turned sooth-tranquilizing balm;
Learning, thus, tackling of trickling issues,
Our hamlets have now many such goddesses...
01 February 2022
I can see and hear my Muse mourn and sigh;
silent, I just listen and don't ask why.
Her woe belies her true, intense desire,
though she's forever willing to inspire.
Tho' sad, she finds me in the cool of morn
by the brooks and bowers where I was born;
there she alights and works her faerie powers
in, around, and amidst the leafy bowers.
As I lie reposed by the babbling brooks
beyond the hamlets and the ruined rooks,
I write all day for her, my loyal Muse:
for if I write she will never refuse
to be my faithful Muse till I am dead,
when ages hence these lines will be well-read.
The Journey
From petrol station, conurbation,
Queuing traffic moving slowly,
Taxi rank and railway station.
Glimpsing horses, grazing cows
By winding rivers, straight canals.
Open farmland, working ploughs.
Motorways; long distance coaches,
Post card village, pond and green,
Packs and snacks, hurried lunches.
By scenic route and shady lane,
Thru’ darkening forest; silent trees,
Ancient site and sunny plain.
Over bridges, under bridges,
Hidden valley, windy moor.
By the oceans, passing hamlets,
From door to distant door.
Barry Stebbings
3/4/2016
Farolitos: lanterns of candlelight;
Luminarias: outdoor fires of pine.
Both light quiet path on a Christmas night
for Mary and Joseph, old ones define
messages that the new babe is divine.
A candle in sack borrows from the two:
a delicate, hanging Chinese lantern,
and small fires left as a signal, in lieu
of rocks and tree signs, which later we learn
prompted phones and texts that we now discern.
Small fires still left, but a radiant glow
of Farolitos light wall and pathway.
All over cities and hamlets they show
an amazing, yet reverent, display
of warm stillness that gentles end of day.
December 13, 2022
"A Christmas Special Poetry Contest"
by Emile Pinet