Long Tunisia Poems
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Mo was run over by two vehicles,
When he was four and in Tunisia,
Which left him in a 6 month coma,
And paralysed from waist down.
He left hospital when he was six,
And immediately upon discharge,
He flew to London where his dad,
Had secured a job. Rehabilitation.
Mo did all his rehab at Mandeville,
Stoke, and when he saw the 2012s,
He decided to ask and inquire into
Disability sports, asking UK Athletics.
Directed to David Wier’s academy,
Mo became a fast wheelchair racer,
To participate in sprint and middle,
With classification in the T53 rank.
By 2014 he enlivened Team GB,
To tango at the 2014 Europeans,
Which were held in Swansea city,
Where he won a gold, a bronze.
Then came Doha in Qatar State,
Which hosted the World Champs,
Where Mo collected one bronze
In the 200m to bliss the podium.
Grosseto came next in Italy fare,
With the Euros to specify his boat,
As a gold holder in the 200 metres,
With 2 silver credits plus 1 bronze.
Mo made the finals in Rio bright,
And is thankful to WheelPower,
For buying him a top racing chair,
Which is suitable for his disability.
“The chair came..at the right time
with your help. It’s smoother, faster,
It’s my first ever custom made chair
and made and huge difference…”
WheelPower’s Chief Executive said:
“Sports wheelchairs can cost 1000s
and [it’s our] aim to help [financially]
…to give [folks] access [to all] sports.
Sport is a vital part of rehabilitation
For people with spinal injuries, and
[fitness and health are] much easier
with the help of a sports wheelchair.“
Ides of Brussels
Rapport
Lionel Derbyshire
“Lennon asked the world to live as one ..
There is a harmony of birdsongs in his song.
Jackson made a change when he looked in the mirror ..
Steven’s rejoiced .. My Sweet Lord hallelujah..
There is no little green apples for Smith in a summertime.
Simon walked down in the middle of the street looking for a role model.
Sledge loved a woman, she was his world.
John’s english rose was called out to heaven ..
A candle burnt out too quick ,
A legend never vanishes.
Pussycat remember’s Mississippi? in dreams of yesterday until the end of time.
Kelly is everything, the world greatest .. he made it.
Flack looked at the moon and stars and the earth moved , the first time ..
Two guys were feeling weary under a bridge over troubled waters.
Simply Red were holding onto years and kept holding on .. nothing growing.
Manhattan’s says everybody has a dream , wheels turning ..
It’s just one moment away.
Smoke got into the eyes of the Platters ..
But their hearts were on fire.
The lady sings the blues ,
Sinatra made it in New York.
Singing and dancing in the rain make you happy .. "
It is glee
“We are the world .. God’s big family ..
We made a choice ..
We can make it a brighter day ..”
Hey ! .. Here comes the sun with Beatles ..
“We stand together as one”
Fallen angel’s have left us .. cleft
There is hurt .. a spineless attack
We must never give in .. it is a
World without end.
Their terror will never destroy us ..
They hide away like . .
The red poppy will ever grow in Brussels
And the herb will heal the people of the land.
The talents and artistry of a land ..
They cowardly bomb destroy ..
They murder ..
They run away ..
Ivory Coast , Mali ,Tunisia , Paris , Brussels
Songs in bond.
What would be of me
if you could be with me
How would be my present days
if ever you were spared other few days
I open wide my heart so as you I can see
and stand in awe of the woman I would see!
I will not weep or tend to lament
just swallow every moan and each lament
I knelt to the grace of God’s Hands
for the blessing to kiss my mother’s hands
I prayed for a time to once again see you
graced with your presence and a kiss from you
The woman I see as I close my eyes
that’s you, mum, the apple of my eyes
I do remember now my promise and vow
in my words I’d honour your Beauty I avow
Precious praiseworthy parent, my very pride
a sweet scented Rose, a lofty tree in your pride
Envy could not sow its seeds into my heart
as your passionate Love would immune my heart
Here I am on a special day that honours every dear mum
what I feel no words could bear as you are not here, mum..
Besma
Written on March 3rd, 2021
Edited on May 29th, 2021
Mother’s Day on May 30th, 2021 (In Tunisia, celebrated on the last Sunday of May)
Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing mums in the whole world!
I was qualified in middle eastern history,
which was a waste at the chemist it seemed to me,
however, I saw an advert to become a spy,
Instead of media, thought that I would give it a try.
I had a light brown colour, useful for blending scenery,
knowledge of languages should make me fit in perfectly;
they asked me tricky-dicky questions - was I C - of - E,
I said that I was whatever they wanted me to be.
Soon, I was monitoring 'traffic,' to and fro from Syria,
Yemen, Afghanistan, Iraq, Tunisia, Luton and Algeria;
Forget the romance - no time to look at my ornaments,
even missing tv - 'Holby City' and 'Eastenders' instalments.
One day I woke up and thought that I was dead,
moments later, I felt a cold steel at the back of my head.
Mother
The best of all my words
I love calling you
Past were those so many years
when the petals of my heart would blossom
as your voice, the sweetest of music would flow
the youth of my soul would cease to grow.
Gone were those so sweet times
when you, mother, in my world would reign
as your Love wouldn’t cease to rain
and the thirst of my soul wouldn’t remain.
Mother
The finest of all my words
I love calling you
I once confided into my words a promise
I would conceal your warmth in my very abyss
I would ever keep your candlelight aglow
and have my bereaved heart lay down its woe
the grief of my soul, I’ll keep my word
and into oblivion, I’ll try to throw.
In vain, I tell you mother
the pain of your loss in my heart couldn’t wane
my words on your blessings are overflowing and plain
the bond we shared is running in my vein
the love I had from you, burning to regain.
Mother
The sweetest of all my words
I love calling you.
May 26th, 2019
Happy Mother’s Day to all the precious mothers in the world
Celebrated on the last Sunday of May, in Tunisia
The Flame Burnt Hot.
The air was thin, standing looking out of the small window
Flying to Tunisia through a cloud level that was low
Stretching my legs and peering down the fuselage
From the flight deck, appeared the man who was definitely in charge.
His dark good looks struck me, they hit me like a blow
He came and stood in front of me and then he said “Hello.”
Dark limpid brown eyes, dressed in a uniform so smart
If we had been there longer, he may have stolen my beating heart.
Holding in his hand, a bar of dark chocolate
Broke a piece off it, and asked me if I’d like to partake.
Not being a fan of chocolate, but I am a fan of a uniform so grand
I let him feed it to me out of his large, strong, tanned hand.
The flame was burning bright as we looked deep into each others eyes
When my husband tapped him on the shoulder much to our surprise
The pilot turned and offered him a piece of chocolate too
I think you may guess the answer, and what he told him then to do.
The flame that burned oh so hot, was snuffed in just a second
A warning to all those girls, for whom a uniform may beckon
When a tall dark pilot offers to feed you from his hand
Make sure there’s no one around round so that flame can then be fanned…
© 27/11/2012~GG~
Based very loosely on a true story lol
When asked to portray my homeland
I honestly did hesitate
What to pen?
What to put in red and white?!
Tunisia, my Home Land
A gem of beauty in Africa continent
A mermaid bathing in the Mediterranean Sea
Could this me suffice?
To accord a tribute to my Mother Land?!
Never before had I a glimpse of thought
To envision my very stand
Let alone to fathom my Love!
A Home of birth
My purest breeze I breathed in
When I first set a voice of joy on her earth
A mother of warm shade
Rooted in her fertile soil
Growing in a haven of peace, a land of generosity.
A country of pride
Striving for the top
Her cultural heritage a crowning glory
Long as I live, her Flag I raise above my head
Tunisia, my Home Land.
May 8th, 2018