Poetry

Soaring, Soaring…

 

Soaring, soaring, higher and higher

From here I can see for mile upon mile

Far over the seas to the horizon

Come with me and stay a while

 

As we ride the ascending thermals

Or take advantage of the wind

All It takes is just a moment

As we leave our cares behind

 

No one will notice as we take our flight

Soon we will be far, far away

Where the earth has stopped spinning

And there is always the light of day

 

Just close your eyes and you will know

The gentle call from inside your heart 

Everyone around us won’t see a thing 

And this will be our journey’s start

 

Deeper and deeper, only joy exists

This vision can see the end of infinity 

Onwards and upwards the innermost calls

Can you see us, can you see?

 

Wave upon wave the thermals come

It’s warmth takes us further on

Effortlessly we keep on rising

Like hot air in the summer’s sun

 

Things past, present and future are one

A singularity where all tenses merge

The sight we have has no boundaries 

Our perspectives do not converge

 

A fresh wind is approaching 

Our countenance grows at the sight

There are others too in her midst

Oh what pleasure, what delight

 

The encounter is exhilarating 

This feeling will never ever cease

Everything physical falls away

How great this sweet release

 

All we feel is light

All we hear is light

All we taste is light

All we see is light

 

The light is all around us

The light pervades us

The light emits from us

There is nothing but light

 

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High Street!!

Outside In – Inside Out

 

Why is that single launderette chair in the middle of the road?

And the writing inside all wrong — it’s all back-to-front!

The people who wrote those words and printed them

Can’t write or spell a thing, no they just can’t!

 

Those three storey buildings where people live and work

Look so small behind the seriffed lettered window

The wall mounted lampshade is just as large as one floor

Everything looks different from what I used to know

 

These houses fit nicely in the centre of that door mat

The numbers above one window are just like a four berth tent

And reads one penny short of twenty-five pounds

With an annual percentage rate of zero percent

 

People in this land are shockingly backward

Almost every single letter reads from right to left

They hang enormous clothes on motorbikes and cars

And hop on indoor buses that are not frequent

 

On every street junction in the middle of the road

They play darts, drink tea and eat currant buns

While sitting on chintz covered chairs at Bauhaus tables

And wave at whizzing juggernauts just for fun

 

The people here prefer to drive their cars inside

Even the road signs are inside on all but the ground floors

As for the trees well, they just copy the cars and the road signs

And grow quite healthily in the spacious sunny indoors

 

Then a car made of natural shimmering streaky speed blur

Drives straight through a glass partition and parks under a plant

What’s so amazing about this is that the glass doesn’t even break

Then flips over and points at the sky at an 80 degree slant

 

Look, there are more gigantic second-hand woolly jumpers

They seem to prefer gathering in sunny alfresco scenes

Just hanging there on their hangers in the middle of the street

And the cars won’t pass until they change from red to green

 

 

I really must replace these glasses with the polarised variety

Seeing everything as half-reversed and translucent is quite bizarre

When I take them off this land is more ludicrously bewildering

Then again, I’ll keep them on and apply dollops of sauce tartare

 

At last I’ve come to a civilised and sensible office space

Although it’s situated right in the middle of the street

I can see desks, office chairs, a photocopier, office forms

And charging elephants, wild horses, a cockatoo and a parakeet!

 

In one Union Jacked chippy was a spotless silver serving counter

Behind it stood a very short man in two-dimensional profile

His head was the size of an over inflated beach ball

His hair was of reversed letters, but he had a lovely smile

 

And even more extraordinary: a reflection reflecting itself

Now everything keeps reversing and turn turning about

Spiegel Im Spiegel melodies go round inside my head

On and on and on it goes, outside in, inside out

 

Can this land get any curiouser and curiouser, Alice?

Rabbit holes certainly look different from the top

I’ll examine reflections from a different perspective

By looking through them from the inside of shops

 

Coffee shops are decidedly best for this activity

I’ll take a pew and choose espresso — no sugar

And a large slice of crème crowned caffè latte cake

Then soon I’ll emerge from my diurnal slumber

 

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Cumbria

 

I’m writing from Lakeland’s Ambleside

This holiday is making me tired

Lots to see, lots to do

(Quite comfortable at Hotel Vale View)

Lots more to do, lots more to see

Kodak is making a fortune from me!

 

Ambleside is really quite quaint

Just the resort for he who is a saint

Plenty of places to lodge and eat

And people greet you in the street

Three times I’ve been drawn to this base

(Something to do with magnets in my case!)

 

Ennerdale Water on a bright sunny day

Can easily take your breath away

Approaching it from a high position

I saw a red arable farm engine

Near to it two little lambs were at rest

The scene was quintessentially picturesque 

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On the road to Buttermere the car was tossed to and fro

But on the way I felt a kind of pleasure though

When I arrived I saw the grandeur landscape

Woods where you could get lost in and escape

Mighty mountains where you could go hunting

And views of the lake which were just stunning

 

Next stop is the western sea port Whitehaven

The water there was coloured blue but now brown is given

Its marina and surrounding buildings are clean and new

The people looked happy, rested and contented too

On one of the covered piers I saw two young lovers

If only I could share this epic holiday with others

 

Devoke Water, the jewel in Cumbria’s crown

Far away from any village or town

This is my absolute favourite tarn of all

“Gloria in excelsis Deo!”, I hear the angels call

Not a single man or woman in sight

Spirited away I could stay all night

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And so to the deepest lake of all, Wast Water

For many it’s the best; none comes after

There is a handy shop near by this lake

Which stocks plenty of Kendal Mint Cake

Rain is not uncommon to The District

Meaning my photography here had a limit

 

At Ullswater on the day of my visit

I distinguished a different kind of spirit

Communication with people in the area

Was not the same as the rest of Cumbria

Got some cracking photographs from a hill

Including a passing jet aircraft until it was nil

 

Photography of StockGhyll woods and stream

Was in many ways a waterscape dream

The low lighting, the bridge and the waterfall

The flowing water with its rocks and all

I set up my tripod on rubble, soil and sand

And forget the clock with its flying hands

 

Ahh Rydal Mount, so beautiful, so handsome

William Wordsworth’s home in the age of Romanticism

What wonderful words must have leaked from his quill

Poetry and prose, and whatever was his will

Dove Cottage too is where the art did flow

Walking the fells with the family in tow 

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Michael Bobb

August  2018

 

Wrynose Pass

 

I’m on my way back to my lodgings

Not long, I hope, ‘till I’m safely back

I set the SatNav and follow its commands

It’s getting darker and will soon be pitch black

 

Directions take me along an unexpected route

There’s no street lights as I travel

And low clouds hide stars and moon

No cats eyes either, just miles of gravel

 

The SatNav tells me the way to go

You can trust its internal compass

They map out the quickest route

Then I hear it say, “Continue 9 miles on Wrynose Pass” 

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“Oh no!” I anxiously think to myself

“Wasn’t there an accident not far from here

Traffic was redirected for quite a few miles

Oh dear… oh dear… oh dear!”

 

Wrynose Pass is famously challenging

It is not a cruise down Oxford Street

It takes precision, technique and nerves of steel

To navigate this part of the Cumbrian retreat

 

The road is steep, winding and narrow

You could end up down a fell that feeds a lake

Your first mistake on Wrynose Pass

Will be the last one you ever make

 

Suddenly I’m becoming more and more aware,

Not making the bumps and holes set the tone,

Wrynose Pass is not defeating me;

My driving is fearless, I’m in the zone

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Although it is virtually pitch black now

And other headlights are in the chase

This I know, yes, 100% sure

I’m in front and setting the pace

 

Before I know it the terrain is less severe

And tailgate headlights are almost gone

This is not the time to relax or disengage

It’s just me, you see, I’m travelling alone

 

I turn the last bend, pull up and switch off

I now feel promoted to a new class

I step out of the car and lock the door

No victims tonight in Wrynose Pass

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Michael Bobb

21 August 2017

 

In 2017 I was sojourning in Ambleside.  The American style B & B was named Compston House.  I happened to be in the Pennsylvanian Suite which was well facilitated and included sufficient reading material — including information about Pennsylvania.  From these facts and figures I extracted the following rhyming verse.  (The second and third in the trio are ‘Wrynose Pass’ and ‘Cumbria’ respectfully).

 

Pennsylvania

(The Keystone State)

 

With a population @ 12, 000,000

And total area over 46k square miles

Pennsylvania is really quite large

With many couples walking down the aisles

 

Its chief industries are all interesting

Biotechnology and advanced manufacturing

Agribusiness and travel & tourism

Health care and printing & publishing

 

Corn is one of Pennsylvania’s chief crops

As also is hay and mushrooms as it goes

What has to be more important than these

Are winter wheat, apples and potatoes

 

A state motto is always a good thing to have

Stirring courage and feelings of belongingness

You may have one, or know one, or able to quote one

Pennsylvania’s is: “Virtue, Liberty and Independence”

 

Pennsylvania’s state flower is the Mountain Laurel

Research their medicinal information

And its state bird is the Ruffed Grouse

Also known as the Prairie Chicken

 

There are famous Pennsylvanians too

Including Perry Como and Grace Kelly

Benjamin Franklin and Jimmy Stewart

And Andy Wharhol and Grace Kelly

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Michael Bobb

August 2017 and 2019

 

Avril’s New Car

When winter comes or comes the rain

Must she rely on bus or train

Or could total independence be her aim?

Whatever the reason, whatever the vein

She had decided, “never again!”

For horses she has bought without their manes

Some call it a car, some call it a wain

Cause SAAB Automobile is its name

 

As she speeds down the road on the inside lane

With the metal horses she struggles to tame

She almost takes off like a jet aeroplane!

And I hear her friends repeat the heightened refrain

“Look out, it’s that supersonic Avril again

A petrol head with high octane on the brain!”

Using her skill she avoids the bus and the crane

With a hand break turn that is far from plain 

 

Then, one day, her car begins to complain

A flat battery, worn clutch — oh what a pain

And escalating running costs she cannot explain

On her pocket this is an unforeseen drain

Whatever the hardship, whatever the strain

Avril’s enthusiasm does not dwindle or wane

The love for her car is absolute and it shall remain

An so shall the queen of the highways reign

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Michael Bobb

May 2019

 

This Is The Month — Eastertide

This is the month

When they say that it rains and pours

Down come the showers

From heaven’s open doors

 

But in-between the cascades

There are beams of sunlight 

Shining through clouds

Heavy laden and fluffy white

 

This is the month

When the daylight grows longer and longer

With the sun rising earlier

And setting later and later

 

There is also a change

In the quality of light visible in the atmosphere

This phenomenon only happens

Once in the northern hemisphere 

 

This is the month

When spring is well and truly here 

It’s time for leaping of the lamb

And the young deer

 

Buds are prising open

Seeds and bulbs germinate

O, the splendour

Of nature’s natural nascency about this date

 

This is the month

That brings high tides to our shores

As the moon orbits closer

And waxes more and more

 

These signs are where

The Jewish people take their Passover

And from where Christians

Take the major holiday called Easter

 

There is nothing like Eastertide

Celebrating a fantastic event

It happened 2000 years ago

And I, in a sense, was present

 

The most spectacular display

Of God’s agape love

Crucifixion and Resurrection

The only plan from above

 

On a Friday God laid sin on His Son

The sin of men nailed to a cross

He crucified the sinless Lamb

And took away our dross

 

On a Sunday Christ is raised

And we are raised with Him

This same Resurrection Power —

The Spirit —is at work within

 

And now we can live righteously

The old has gone, the new has come

Spreading the Good News Gospel

Of what Jesus Christ has done

Happy Easter!

Click here for ‘This Is The Month — Eastertide’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb
April 2019

 

The Ultimate Renewed Environment

At the end of time

When the new order has begun

And everything as we know it

Has been changed in the twinkling of an eye

 

And the elements have been burned up

Incinerated in a pure cleansing fire

And after the great conflagration

The cosmos that is left will be perfect

 

We will dance on streets of transparent gold

Bathe in a crystal river that is full of joy

Eat new fruit from a new special tree

And see with light not from the sun but The Son

 

The gravity inherent in nature and matter

Will be controlled at one’s own will

Even infinity will be multiplied by itself

And we will explore, and explore, and explore

 

…No longer will we recycle…

…No longer will we re-use…

…No longer will we conserve…

…No longer will we repair…

 

…And this will be for longer

Than anyone can calculate or imagine

Cosmos

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Michael Bobb

January, 2019

 

Gone Fishing

It’s 3:15 am and I’ve just packed my lunch and kit

The predictive seaweed looks clammy as I check it

The shipping forecast confirms, rain is on the way

And hovering around minus two for most of the day

 

I set out to the lake, about two hours drive

I am alone today without my friend Clive

As I arrive it’s raining and the wind has picked up

So I set my kit in place and pour my first cup

 

I sit back in the cold chair, chill out and wait

Will any fish like my fly today, and take to the bait?

My round score on the last few occasions

Has been zero, zilch, nothing to mention

 

But I keep coming back hoping for a bite

Day after day, and night after night

With hook, line and sinker cast in the water

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll catch that whopper

 

It’s about this time I notice my cold hands and feet

So on goes the gas fire and I enjoy a little heat

When the weather is grey, wet and freezing

Just wrap up warm when you go fishing

 

The time now is about quarter to two

So I unwrap my sarnies and pour another brew

Only another couple of hours and I’ll call it a day

And brag to Clive about the one that got away

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Click here for ‘Gone Fishing’ the musical poem

Michael Bobb

November, 2018

 

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

As sweet as a ripened pear

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

With miles and tons of flair

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose presents charms the air

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose finery is common ware

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

With rich flowing hair

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

With eyes crystal clear

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose likeness is quite rare

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Dear Maiden

Fair maiden

Cosmopolitan, compassionate and cares

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Who soothes the tragic king Lear

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Troubadours play faint everywhere

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose beauty brings a tear

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Silences the gloomy soothsayer

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

As fresh as the New Year

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

To my heart is very near

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Michael Bobb

January, 2019

Click here for ‘Dear Maiden, Fair Maiden’ a musical poem

 

Mr Spock and the Lost Left Sock

Fiddly, Fiddly Mr Spock

Up and down the road he ran

Looking for his lost left sock

Knitted by his dear old Nan

 

It has tassels and conker size knots

Is a bit smelly and very, very old

It is green with pink and yellow spots

And ventilation holes, so I’m told

 

Could Captain Kirk have hidden it?

Or Scotty used it to gain warp factor speed?

Or Bones made it into liquid chemicals

To inject into the Klingons spleen?

 

“I’ve found it, I’ve found it!”

Comes Mr Spock’s cry

Lieutenant Uhura has used it

To make cheese and onion pie

 

Mr Spock’s belly rumbles

As he spies the culinary delight

But Chekov quickly snatches it

And tucks in with 3 or 4 bites

 

Mr Spock is speechless

And finds it hard to believe

So he puts his thumb into his mouth

And sobs on Zulu’s sleeve

 

Just another day on the Starship Second Prize

Tomorrow’s episode promises more

As they continue on their great commission

To boldly go where no man has gone before

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Michael Bobb

November, 2018

 

 

A Natural Virtuoso!

Just a few words I’ve penned over tea

That I hope will warm your heart and bless

Who in all the wide-world could it be?

An appreciative music lover no less

 

Keep on practicing the art and playing

Scales, broken chords and the arpeggio

And soon the classical fraternity will be saying

She is, without doubt, a natural virtuoso!

 

Her recordings are transcendent and evocative

The CDs in you hifi will transform your day

Listen to the exquisiteness from octave to octave

Gently close your eyes and be carried far away

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In her playing are ravishing splendid moments

Her touch cannot be in any way surpassed

Every bar conveys consistent commitment

The notes she floats in your ears will last

 

Her filigree technique is flawless

The critics say, “100% panache”

The interpretations are understated yet fresh

Crescendos have plenty of style and dash

 

Her concert hall performances causes stomping

She charms the keyboard with unfailing eloquence

Box offices are sold out within hours of opening

The experience is worth more than pounds and pence

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Her lasting impression you cannot erase

Whatever the chosen style or enharmonic keys

Stay and linger on every dripping phrase

Oh the aural delight as she caresses the keys

 

Unforgettable is the rarefied pianistic alchemy

I’m captivated by this musical don

Aficionados far and wide all plea

“If music be the food of love play on”

John Broadwood Piano

Click here for ‘A Natural Virtuoso!’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb

August  2018

 

 

My Peace

🍊  Before my eyes open in the morning

      At the instance of submerging from sleep

      Even before I am aware of anything external

      I experience something so powerful and so deep

 

🍋  My eye lids slowly open from their rest

      And I extend one arm to test the air

      Whatever my sense of touch detects

      My internal peace is always there

 

🍌  It’s the start of a brand new day

      I rise and prepare for its future

      Knowing this peace will not be fazed

      Because it is an inexhaustible treasure

 

🍉  To try and explain its presence in me

      Would be like trying to describe the indescribable

      You have to be inside my skin to know

      And that would be impossible

 

🍇  This peace is from God and it guards me

      Jesus left it here 2000 years ago

      The first to have it were the Disciples

      A special gift which you can know

 

🍓  Sometimes you can see it in my eyes

      Or hear it behind my voice

      It has something of eternal life in it

      And inwardly I choose to rejoice

 

🍈  All pain is denied at the door

      Situations and circumstances cannot penetrate

      Man tries but cannot touch this core

      Peace is always early and never late

 

🍒  When the day turns into history

      And I retire in the evening in peace. 

      I rest sweetly on my cosy pillow

      And withdraw my arm back under the sheets

 

🍑  I gently close my eyes and rest

      And before long I’m fast asleep

      God has been faithful today

      His gift of peace is mine to keep

 

🍍  This heavenly gift I received was free

      And you can have it with ease

      Give Jesus Christ your entire life

      In return He’ll give you eternal peace

Click here for ‘My Peace’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb

September 2018

 

 

The Sky, The Sky

(Sky — part 1 of 3)

The sky, the sky in all its many shades of blue

Spectacled scientists tell us it has to be this hue

Much praise, I think, to them is certainly due

 

This first poem is dedicated to someone called Huw

A special, dear and loyal friend who has a pet ewe

And I reckon he could be the next Doctor Who

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When I am out and about sometimes I stand (as you do)

Or indoors and pass by a window and look through

I look at the sky, so infinite, so harmonious, so true

 

I have experienced the sky, and to use words would be words too few

The first and second heavens disappear as I flew

And I discover a place I know but never knew

 

In this trilogy one more poem follows part two

Then these three will bid you, “farewell, goodbye, adieu”

Leaving you to look at the sky and enjoy the view

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Click here for ‘The Sky, The Sky’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb

July 2018

 

 

GOD CREATES

(Sky — part 2 of 3)

God creates

Heaven, sky

Beasts below

Feathered fly

 

God exhales

Into man

Adam, Eve

Eden’s jam

 

Christ descends

Perfect life

Jesus dies

Xtra strife

 

Jesus lives

Hades coughs

Christ ascends

Far above

 

Riding clouds

Christ returns

People see

People learn

 

Souls saved

Death dies

New earth

New sky

 

Baroque jewels

Gold, jasper

Clear crystal

Life, water

 

Fruitful tree

People come

Lasting light

Divine home

 

Jesus weds

Betrothed Church

Spirit calls

Angels search

 

Omni God

Thrice Una

Alpha and

Omega

Alpha & Omega

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Michael Bobb

July 2018

 

 

What Is There In All Creation…?

(Sky — part 3 of 3)

What is there in all creation that can compare to the sky?

She, at times, can be quite calm as well as electrifying

Also sometimes conveys sadness and happiness — quite confusing

This is because she is pure and 3 times very high

 

She has an air of nobility and quality of the highest order 

Affluence, excellence and distinction affirmative, certainly 

Royalty quickly comes to mind, yes aristocracy 

If one were to choose a gem stone it would be blue sapphire

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The sky has other qualities too such as eternity

She is all optimistic and invisibly strong

The distance from here to her is never long

She is faithfully associated with Christianity

 

If you have confidence and a little concentration

If you aim for the sky or go beyond your limit

If you rest assured that the everlasting God is in it

Then contemplating her will satisfy the imagination

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Michael Bobb

July 2018