Friday, 14 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 21 OF 230

Poem 21 of 230:  BOMBAY PORTER

Awaiting a train in Bombay,
    I was shocked into dismay;
For a well-dressed man, built strongly,
    Was walking, his hands set free,
Ahead of a bony porter -
    Heavy case on head, no quarter.

Shortly later, I watched, again,
    As out from the rich-man’s train
Came the scrawny struggling porter -
    His thin back now much tauter;
For he writhed as he stretched his loins -
    After a quick count of few coins.

(C) David Franks 2003

Thursday, 13 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 22 OF 230

Poem 22 of 230:  HIGH HOUSEBOAT

When in India,
    I headed north
For the Himalaya.

Up, by train then bus,
    To Kashmir -
It was much cooler, thus.

Stayed there on Dahl Lake,
    By Srinagar -
For my tight-budget’s sake.

‘Twas a houseboat room:
    Run down, low cost -
But there I felt no gloom.

A solo mother -
    She had four kids -
Was the floor-manager.

At dawn, her daughter -
    The eldest one -
Brought me food and water.

I washed with bucket,
    Ate scrambled eggs -
As good as one could get.

From Dahl Lake’s shoreline
    To the houseboats,
Canoe trips run just fine.

Day-tripped to Gulmarg,
    And played a round -
As always, kept the card.

It is the highest
    Green-kept golf-course,
And sure is quite a test!

Played another course,
    At Srinagar -
And it, too, I endorse.

For “with-dependants,”
    I should, though, add -
War, sadly, still rants.

(C) David Franks 2003

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 23 OF 230

Poem 23 of 230:  ABOVE EVEREST

When flying from Nepal to Thailand,
    I was given a “good-side” seat;
And, as I looked out the plane window,
    The view I saw was really neat.

For breaking through a thick sheet of cloud
    Were the high Himalayan peaks;
And, rising the highest of them all,
    Mount Everest - heaven bespeaks!

(C) David Franks 2003

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 24 OF 230

Poem 24 of 230:  THROUGH SOUTH-EAST ASIA

A highlight of South-East Asia -
    As with other tropical lands -
Is the abundance of fresh fruits,
    At cutting which some have deft hands.

And, from these fruits, I’d often choose -
    To cool down from tropical heat -
A freshly prepared coconut:
    Chopped to drink; lining scooped to eat.

(C) David Franks 2003

Singapore 2013



Bangkok 2012

Durian; Singapore; October 2013

Monday, 10 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 25 OF 230

Poem 25 of 230:  UBUD

At Bali’s Ubud,
    I wound myself down:
Having done Asia,
    It was just the town -
Before Australia
    And work to be found.

Staying in a hut
    (Traditional ‘twas),
Beside rice paddies,
    And just eight dollars,
My mind was at ease -
    Calm like a scholar’s.

I read and I mused
    Over where I’d been;
Saw Monkey Jungle,
    Which is cool and green;
And, from a bundle,
    Chose an artist’s scene.

At night, a gecko -
    Friendly, on the wall;
By day, a farmer -
    At his rice-toil;
And, always, culture -
    Ubud’s worth a call.

(C) David Franks 2003

Balinese carving on a chopstick case

Geckos at Natural History Museum,
London; 28/12/2016

Sunday, 9 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 26 OF 230

Poem 26 of 230:  UP ULURU?

Came in a coach from Alice -
    Slept nearby overnight;
An early call awoke us -
    Just before the morning light.

We were coached to Uluru
    As the dawn began to break:
Stopping to take in the view -
    A proud sight that rock does make.

Began the steep early-climb,
    Which, as marked, has claimed some life;
For youths it was just good time,
    But heavy aged-breaths were rife.

An hour or two later,
    After gazing from the top,
We returned to the charter -
    Kata Tjuta one last stop.

(P.S:  in hindsight, I’m sure
    That from a distance to view
Is more kind, and more pleasure,
    Than climbing up Uluru.)

(C) David Franks 2003

Saturday, 8 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 27 OF 230

Poem 27 of 230:  ADELAIDE

In work and study,
    I spent four years -
Good years really -
    At Adelaide.

A flat by the sea -
    Work nearby;
Then full-time uni. -
    At Adelaide.

A planned C.B.D.
    (With parks all round),
And much more to see -
    At Adelaide.

Glenelg; Rundle Mall;
    And the markets,
With many a stall -
    At Adelaide.

(C) David Franks 2003

Friday, 7 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 28 OF 230

Poem 28 of 230:  ADELAIDE TO SYDNEY

Coaching Adelaide to Sydney
    Was always the method for me -
Due to a greatly cheaper fee;
    But, as it is
Such a time in a seat to be,
    To fly seems bliss.

Sure, by coach, there’s a lot to see,
    And sometimes folks did chat with me;
But on those trips, between study,
    I’d think like this:
Is it truly worth the saved fee..?..
    The plane seems bliss.

(C) David Franks 2003

Thursday, 6 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 29 OF 230

Poem 29 of 230:  MAZDA

In Nadi, Fiji, beside the airport,
    There’s a course where I played a game.
I was met by a young Fijian lad,
    Who told me, “Mazda’s my nickname.”

He accompanied me throughout the round,
    And I asked, “Why the name ‘Mazda’?”
He explained that, during a rugby match,
    He’d just keep running - "like a car."

I mentioned to him how far I’d driven
    An old Mazda four-cylinder.
Then, back into the town, I caught a van,
    And, sure enough, ‘twas a Mazda!

(C) David Franks 2003

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 30 OF 230

Poem 30 of 230:  WAX - BETWEEN COTTON AND LEATHER

Alone, midnight, in a Filipino room,
With our wedding plans into action,
We turned out bulb-light for a candle’s bloom,
And made love unto sleep’s satisfaction.
Preludes were dates, after kin-helped touch by pen
And warm meetings with other family;
Choice was between twenty-years of children,
Or travel and childless-monogamy.
Sureness of permanency allowed it wet
(Raincoats shelved for others perhaps less-told),
And a bellybutton’s brim being met
Was sticky proof of pleasure birth-controlled.
    Symbolic of us (and a decade untamed),
    We to dark awoke - sure the candle had waned.

(C) David Franks 2003

Baguio, Philippines