The Sharp End
The Sharp End
Jayne told me to write a poem,
So I held my pen like a precious gem.
"On what?" I said. "Give me a topic",
"Whatever you like" She said, "except on picnic".
"I'll do it on The Sharp End" I said to Jane,
Where the over fifties come again and again.
So I started scribbling then.
Holding my dribbling fountain pen.
"Don't make a meal out of it," She said
" And as short as possible it should be",
"Space is limited," said the sweet maid,
What else on earth could it be.
I'll carry on with the poem next time,
So I'll start it onother page,
And make sure it will all rhyme
And short and sweet as goes the adage.
The poem that I wrote was tough
I hope you'll like this one too,
I noticed you gave a hearty laugh
While reading line one and two.
This encouraged me to carry on writing
The critics will play a great role in this game,
As they read and keep on criticising
Unknowingly they push me forward just the same.
I'll tell you how I came to the sharp end
You might be willing to know my dear,
It was the old people's activities in the den
That attracted me especially the friendly atmosphere.
I got addicted first to the computers
As noticed by Jon our big Daddy,
Then got fascinated by the scanners
And sat there all day with my tea caddy.
Engrossed so much in it, they remind me to go home
Not even ask me whether I've got one,
They tell me to drag my bed and come
And click all night till the job is done.
Then I could play with the mouse till I'm bored
And tired holding it in my hand
Falling asleep on the complicated keyboard
As an exhausted and confused man in a band.
I thought computers were only made
For office use for young brains to mess about
But if you can run after a mouse comrade
You'll fight this battle and win no doubt.
I thought also computers bite like mad
That's why I stayed away and wondered
Then realised the only byte is the Giga they had
A built in soft ware device that measured.
The computer is my best friend now
I can live with it and have fun and so much to gain
I know more of its know how now,
By the help of Jackie Juliette and Jayne.
The ladies and the big daddy toil very hard
Leaving their loved ones behind
They need a holiday abroad as a reward
To unwind the stress of their tired mind.
I wonder what I'll do without them
If they all take a leave at the same time
Their sweet nature pleasing like a gem
Will haunt me if they don't come back in time.
They are all experts in their own way
Jackie, Juliette Jon and Jayne
Help is always at hand at any time any day
Before one is about to get the cane.
I approached to the sweet lady Jackie
"Tell me about moving images pray"
She happily taught me, I was lucky
Click on format, picture, and layout, tight and ok.
Since then every time I use this device
To be precise of what I'm doing
I just think of her and follow her advice
And the job is done without any time wasting.
Juliet taught me how to save
In the computer for the rainy day
I clicked on "save as" and gave
A name to the file and clicked on ok.
When Jayne is about, I feel confident
As everybody else does by her presence
Busy as a bee yet looking elegant
Admired for her courage and perseverance.
What can I say about our Big Daddy?
He is the king pin of The Sharp End
Without him the place would be empty
He is patient, and flexible in the end.
Everyone likes his sweet nature
He is the only one without a second
He is wise strong above all mature
Knows how to make the computers respond.
I love each one of them they are my wealth
They are all my good friends very dear
May god bless them with good health !
With long lives and a freedom from fear.
Xxxxxxxxxx
On Thursdays I attend to the Art Class
At ten in the morning rush hour I start
Our great teacher is a charming young lass
Pleased to be in her class, she is very smart.
Come you all folks, tis free to join
With Eva, on a canvas learn to paint
She is as beautiful as a newly minted coin
She is helpful and cheerful as a saint.
It's amazing to see the old folks
While working, gossiping and blushing
Equally pleasing to listen to their talks
and struggling ,painting and brushing.
We come to this class to have a good time
Meet each other and exchange our views
Going home happy with the job half done
And expecting a hot drink in the mews.
Life is short Eva says Art is long
That's why tis hard to finish a painting
The first step is difficult but plod along
Either frowning, staring or even fainting.
Carry on folks you are almost there
To meet the great Artist in heaven
You'll be rewarded there do not despair
He'll be proud of you or put you in the Divine prison.
Man is a replica of God they say
So be like Him great and fearless
He needs us for His divine play
For we have a form and He is formless.
He sent us here with form not by chance
To use us as His puppets in the string
We have no choice but to obey Him and dance
To His tune as He wishes to sing
Xxxxxxxxxx
The third activity for me in this busy place
Is to take part in the creative writing
Conducted by an angel who is full of grace
And love and affection in story narrating.
Her name is
Is lovingly called Fran for a change
Always overloaded with work tis herself to blame
Not the bosses who know too much in the range.
I always admire an educated person
Especially if it is a sweet lady
Fran no doubt is the one for that reason
To obey her orders we students are forever ready.
To achieve to such an extent and acquire
She must have burnt the midnight oil
Almost setting the whole house on fire
With the austerity she went to toil.
The reason to join the writing group
Was to learn to restart writing
It was as difficult as going to scoop
A million pound in lottery winning.
The first step is always hard
But I was given a helping hand
That brought me no doubt a great reward
That only now I come to understand.
There are two ways to write I mean
The first one is to storm the brain
Keep going till you run out of steam
Or ask the teacher who is eager to train.
When I'm in the class waiting and ready
For the teacher to give me a task
Fascinated by the subjects I know already
Writing becomes easy if you ask
It's necessary to know your vocabulary
Or it will all be a mere dog waffle
When narrating a long and funny story
Which will only sound just like a snake rattle.
Grammar in formal writings plays a great role
Where story telling is going to make sense
Punctuation is necessary on the whole
Or the meaning changes in a long sentence.
One's own effort should be tremendous
If one wants to progress in study
The reward is absolutely miraculous
Then to face the exam you're forever ready.
Fran! You’re not only the mother of your two children
But undoubtedly our great mother too
You care for us when we are ready with our pen
For a tutorial or similar help from you.
After the writing class we go home tired
Often with a seized up brain
Fran gave us courage and always admired
Our homework that never went in vain.
I start cobweb clearance like mad and just go wild
Because nobody will read it not even Fran
It is brainstorming or scribbling like a child
As the first writing has no flash in the pan.
Much can be said about this great lady
Not because she is our revered teacher
She is as busy as the hard toiling bee
Needless to say about her sweet nature.
She says Lekhram! This is an epic of a poem
Don't you have anything else to do as an occupation?
I say Fran! You started the theorem
And I'm only trying to solve the equation.
Xxxxxxxxxx
And now folks last but not the least,
This is the one and only George Burk.
An important man in the list,
A British Who delights like a Turk.
He is an ex-service man nearing ninety
And still drives like a young man
Without wearing glasses, Oh Lord Almighty
Behind the wheel with a beer can.
Six foot tall, well built body like steel,
Best time of his life, as an honest soldier.
Was never afraid to die, but hated to kill,
Came face to face to the enemy a brigadier.
After all a soldier has a heart he is not a slave,
Just like any other human beings that crave.
Why then destroy just to be called brave,
If we are all going one day to the same grave.
George comes to The Sharp End regularly,
As he is a well respected volunteer.
He checks his e-mails and composes scholarly,
Then pays a visit to the local pub for his daily beer.
May God bless you George,
May you live long to your heart's desire.
In our hearts you will always lodge,
Our best friend whom we all admire.
We all came to this world interesting,
For a purpose to realise our Creator.
He dwells within our hearts a light scintillating,
Only a handful believe in this Great Actor.
Cycle of birth and death will remain intact,
Till He stops the great revolving wheel.
We'll all have to accept one day the fact,
That only His will be done never mind our will.
Lekhram
The Full Moon
The Full Moon
Here is before my very eyes a full moon,
Shining behind the elegant coconut trees.
Its effulgence is no doubt a boon,
To those on the beach saturated in the sea-breeze.
What a beautiful prospect, but to believe it's hard,
When observed with full attention.
Just like a pretty post-card,
Which is viewed with such great admiration.
The full moon is reflected on the sea still and calm,
With its glittering and scintillating brightness.
Oh beautiful one! may you rest on my palm,
For I want to contemplate your unique greatness.
I try to behold your beauty, so I come nearer,
I step into the clear still blue water.
The full moon with all its splendour,
Vanishes in the ripples before my very eyes for ever.
My palms that went to catch the full moon,
In the still waters of the sea, now dream.
And slap in awe my cheeks balloon,
Searching with my thirsty eyes in the full moon beam.
How in such a short time I wonder,
I lost in a flash, in the splash,
The most precious gift of the bounteous Nature,
Alas.....Alas.....Alas.
