Just-a-poem - 2014-01-15-08-53 - The flyover

. . . . As told by L. E. A. Anndrea . .

Yesterday, I got up and bounced out off bed,
Put on my shoes, and walked right out…

I bounced and I walked, and I went hither thither

I walked this way and that, wherever

Then I was drawn to a new-is flyover
There was grass on the ground, within the swirl

And there was no grass, just under the road,
So I looked and I saw,
A pavement set thither
And it had benches, and stalls
Of popcorn and steamed corn,
Corn on the cob,
And candy floss (Can you make that of Stevia leaves, please?)

Fresh unpeeled fruit, like oranges and plantain,
Custard apples, and Litchi,
Rambootan and Pomegranate,
Ya, I’ve got a tree of that here…

And I saw people sitting on the benches,
Eating all that food,
And sitting on the lawn
And making memories

Some took photographs
And some just stored it up
And some didn’t do anything
But it looked like they did.

And there was a live band playing,
With drums and a tambourine,
An acoustic guitar, and a flute
An accordion and other acoustic instruments

But since this is the age of electronic instruments,
There were those too,
An electric guitar, a bass and a lead
An electric keyboard, though not a piano (that needs care and is bulky to move, … Oh well! Just set it right there, under the roof, and that will be good)
And they played, with amplifiers each
And then someone turned down the volume
Because it was so good.

But I turned it up, and it blared,
And the people got up and glared
Then they went this way and that
And finally they moved to the beat of the drum

But then, I never knew, what might have been
I just saw them move to the beat of my drum,
And I was satisfied.




Something’s coming back to me…

Just my own words, coming back to me…

Oh my!  What did they do to you…
You look so very undone…

Oh dear, I should have kept you, by my side…

But you wanted to go and play,
And so I let you go,
And you had a good time
And now you’re back to me…

Don’t say that you didn’t try…
Ya, you did you best,
And that’s all the rest…

But did you do your worst
That would have been sufficient, instead…

‘Cos the worst of the Lord is better than the best
Of anything that you can imagine…

You should have started with the worst…
It would have satisfied a heavy load

You could have kept the best, for yourself….

Boy, oh boy, you are a lazy one…

Laze, laze, laze all day
Watch the children at play

Know that you’ve already done all the work
Just sit back and wait for the reward….

But that might be boring....
So do, do, do something today...



And then, oh no, not another question….

It’s okay, I’m used to it by now…

So, thing is, have you had walnuts..?
Or almonds…?
Or any nuts..?

Whole-grains have all the nuttiness you could want.
Chick-peas too…
Rajma too….  Oh, I love Rajma, with tomato and red-chillies… And don’t forget the salt….

Hey!  This is not a poem…

You’re right…

So call it something else…

What shall I call it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
Oh, what shall I call it, dear Liza, oh what!?

Call it a spade, dear Henry, dear Henry
Just call it a spade, dear Henry, call it!

But it is not a spade, dear Liza, dear Liza
Oh it is not a spade, dear Liza, no, no!



So then this happened, and that happened

Yeah, yeah…

What happened..?

Who knows….?  I was about to tell you, and then you interrupted, so now I’m talking to you, and you’ll have to figure it out, on your own…



Once upon a time,
Oh once upon a time
Oh once upon a time
Yeah, that was once upon a time…..

Now it is now…
Now it is now…
Now it is now…
So What…?


Just saying…

Moral of the poem – If you want the poem to go somewhere, don’t interrupt with dumb questions…. Just stay dumb… for as long as you can…  Hold it in, and then let it out….