Sunday, 14 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 221 OF 230

Poem 221 of 230:  MAJORS

If golf taps the world for its players
    (And few would deny that so),
Why, then, are three of its four majors
    A U.S.A. sporting show?

(C) David Franks 2003

Saturday, 13 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 222 OF 230

Poem 222 of 230:  FROM THE MINORITY

More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
    Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
A whistle during a service-toss,
    Or, in rallies, calls of “out” out loud.

All these events have security,
    So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
    To watch the area of the sin.

(C) David Franks 2003

Friday, 12 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 223 OF 230

Poem 223 of 230:  SERIOUS SERVING

We were taught “stand in-plane, like a golfer” -
    Who started this “aim at the umpire”?!
And, when setting, why bounce the ball at all?
    Why not look-longer at where it should fall?

(C) David Franks 2003

Thursday, 11 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 224 OF 230

Poem 224 of 230:  THE NATIVITY

Vis-à-vis S.C.,
    I prefer to see
Christian children’s glee
    When they play-out the
Coming of J.C. -
    The Nativity.

(C) David Franks 2003

Wednesday, 10 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 225 OF 230

Poem 225 of 230:  AFTER PSALM 118:9 AND MATTHEW 4:8-10

The monarchies,
    Now, are blasphemies -
The only born-ruler
    Is a God-chosen Schooler.

(C) David Franks 2003

Tuesday, 9 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 226 OF 230

Poem 226 of 230:  OH, PLEASE RENATIONALISE

Less able to move workers
    To the site of a harsh storm,
Far too-lengthy power-cuts,
    Now companies are the norm;
Old (paid) bills sent to new homes;
    Forgotten prepay-meters
Cutting out, in dead of night,
    The alarm and the heaters;
The waiting, plus the phone calls,
    For the old and new supplies:
I say to the Government -
    “Oh, please renationalise.”

(C) David Franks 2003

Monday, 8 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 227 OF 230

Poem 227 of 230:  ROTATING SHIFTS

There will always be places
    That need to be staffed
Twenty-four hours a day,
    But I think it’s daft
To rotate bodies and minds
    Around any craft…

The better way seems to be
    Allowances paid
For three fixed eight-hour shifts -
    With adjustments laid,
By those choosing to work nights,
    For sleep to be made.

(C) David Franks 2003

Sunday, 7 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 228 OF 230

Poem 228 of 230:  REPATRIATING - AUSTRALIA TO ENGLAND

I only sunbathe in winter -
    Behind closed glass;
I may need extra quilts at night -
    Warm or sleepless;
But most of my other ways spell -
    Anglicises.

(C) David Franks 2003

Saturday, 6 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 229 OF 230

Poem 229 of 230:  JOYS OF LIFE

Leightons, and other great art;
    Plumes of fireworks at night;
The vivid reds of sunrise -
    Repeated at day’s last light.

The beats through us of a drum;
    Winter’s sun felt through closed glass;
Handing in the last exam;
    Awakenings - alarmless!

The ball, off thee, whacks their net;
    When, to palms, leather has stuck;
Orange juice during half-time;
    A warm bath to wash the muck.

Limited-overs cricket;
    A golf ball, for once, well struck;
Viewing velodrome cycling;
    From net-chord, levelling luck!

Sticks, chants, didgeridoo,
    Haunting harps, and all bagpipes;
Clog, flamenco, tamure,
    Hula, and other dance types.

Out, by a cast, being told;
    In - taking tea and T.V.;
Highland views that command rest;
    The buildings of Italy.

Thrifty plant-propagation;
    By a wave, one’s body hit;
Upstream of camp - with paddle;
    By a fire - strongly lit.

Forest spent-leaves under foot;
    Tasting a host-nation’s fare;
Alcedo atthis at work;
    Just-bills being brought to bear.

Allegros when feeling low;
    An andante to wind down;
Spoken French and chorused song;
    The quiet when out of town.

A stroll through a kept garden,
    Before Sunday’s roast dinner;
A pub game, drink and meal;
    One’s team a comeback winner.

 (C) David Franks 2003

Leightons at Manchester Art Gallery; 9/3/17


A Leighton at the Tate Gallery, London;
29/7/2016


A Leighton at the Tate Gallery, London;
29/7/2016


A Leighton at the National Gallery, London;
30/5/2016


Baguio, Philippines; 30/11/2015

Sunset in Birmingham, England; 4/5/2015

Primrose Hill, London; 23/5/2016

Anvil cloud south-west of Manchester; 25/5/2017

Friday, 5 February 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 230 OF 230

Poem 230 of 230:  CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY/AS GOSPELLERS HAVE SAID

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF G MAJOR:

D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3

D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E2 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E2 D2 G2 F#2 G3)

As gospellers have said,
Beneath signalling skies,
On land dusty to tread,
A trough in a stable
Was the strawy first-bed
Of a divine baby -
The forgiving Godhead.

A season for new hope -
There then, and here now;
The yuletide of goodwill -
There then, and here now.

In respect of this chance,
Beneath bright or dark skies,
Faith’s the star that we glance
Attending Christ’s churches
And trying to enhance,
With singing and ritual,
Our God-loving stance.

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