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.
Categories:
luton, courage, fear, hero, journey,
Form: Prose
A Holiday in Spain
Endless blue, no cloud in sight
Golden sands, with Gulls in flight.
Rolling waves and boiling surf
Pleasures of this spinning Earth.
Sparrows drink from sprinkler head
Fledglings squawking in their bed.
Never ending task of feeding
New young birds continue breeding.
Palm trees sway in gentle breezes
Ice cream in cold boxes freezes.
Fanta, Cola, tea and Whiskey
Couples with bare skin get frisky.
Buildings white and buildings dark
Rise starkly next to wooded park.
Beaches host some joyful screaming
Sun beds, loungers, owners dreaming.
Promenade sees couples walking
Local traders, constant stalking.
Along the way pass cafe and bars
Resting place, no sign of cars.
Hotel works like toasting fan
Go in pale, come out with tan.
Food and beer is always there
Drink too much and risk a dare.
Swimming pool so cool, refreshing
Children, shallow end are splashing.
Lazy River round the edge
Take deep breath and dive from ledge.
Time has come to wind our way
Luton, Heathrow, Gatwick say.
New friends farewell and sad goodbye
To home, our pets, our work we fly.
John Healey
Categories:
luton, holiday,
Form: Rhyme
London , holds all its stories of old
Tea time all day , tea with a cozy
Tea time held proper at 4pm.
Everyone stops , everyone awaits a pot.
Earl Grey to PG Tips
Milk served with biscuits
tiny tea sandwiches
with cucumbers and cream cheese
From Luton to " the Cotwalds "
Always the same theme
The different dialects are not important to us
We are fascinated by all the difference
We love the Beatles , and your red Bus.
what part of London you are from
It really means nothing to the Yanks .
The East , to The south , The Northern , or West end
The fish and chips are delicious served in paper with Vinegar
Neapolitans with high tea , fresh cream , we Love Great Britain.
to be entered in " new contest "
Categories:
luton, adventure, beauty, character, culture,
Form: Blank verse