Poems in Situ: A Tayal! Take

By Adrian Ashe

This is a collection of poems looking at various themes in our lives from love to our place in the universe. Written to evoke thought and debate within the reader, these poems aim to generate deeper insight into the meaning of various aspects of our lives and our place in each of our worlds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: May 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546292265

Adrian Ashe

Adrian is the author of London Lyrics (a romantic story of a Single Dad, and the trials and tribulations of dating whilst raising a girl and boy on his own), and Poems in Situ: a TAYAL! take (a collection of poems exploring various themes from war, death, love, and our place in the Universe). Adrian lives in London, England.

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Published by AuthorHouse 05/10/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-9227-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-9226-5 (e)

Tuki Tayali at Lake Mary Nell, NC.

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Contents

My London

Mortality

La Chianti

Remember

Dead Earth

Green Grass

Morning Blues

Enslaved

Nature

Bounder

On The Road

Beautiful Stranger

Old School

Summer’s Boy

Time and Love

To Love or Not To Love

Heal Yourselves

She Came Looking

Bullets and Skillets

All Grown Up

The Hill

Bright - Sensei

Henry - Artist

Paps Senior

Mum Gone

My Yardstick

Je Ne Sais Quoi

Choices

Crass Reunion

Prof Bullworth

Mercenary

Tents

Why Do You Hate Me So?

George Stinney – Remembered Always

Adieu – Way to Go

She Could Get Any Man

Tail Wags Dog – Fleas Won’t Flee

Cheddar Man

The Smell of Rains

Friends Passed

Children

Opportunity

Afrika

Honour

Ant Philosophy

Money

The Fro

Forest Walks

Ode To Smokin’ Joe Frazier

Brotherly Thieves

Homeless

Ripples

Tribute To All

Your Caress

Love Me For Me

Parks

Sage of Ndola

Cherishing You

Stay

Straying

The Greatest of Friendships

Standards

Be Nice

The Invisibles

Anytime

My Woman

Friends and Solo

Criticise Me

The Core

Sons

The Wise and The Foolish

Inner Peace

Where are We Headed

Monsters Past

Don’t Kill The Paperback

Where Did We Go Wrong

Step Mothers

The Library

Lights On, Nobody Home

Egoland

All Bleed Red

Nobody’s Perfect

Options and Such

Christmas Cheer

Doomed

Sweet Songs

Mum by Proxy

Stormy Seas

Children of the Stars

Hunger

Kaposa’s Kids

YouTube Killed TV

Electronic Chimera 2300

Despair

Prancing Lion

Friends

Single Mum

‘Economics’

Poolside

Right Neighbourly

Time

Loving To Sleep

To

Tuki Tayali and Bhonae Tayali

and our long days to pearls of laughter.

Love always from Paps.

To my dear friend Joe Jesulobba and his wife Elaine and their children – Miki, Toyin, Joelle and Daniel.

Also to our wonderful dentist Dr Soshik, with thanks for looking after us so fantastically well for nearly two decades.

In appreciation to May Kivubiro Down Under and finally to Mrs Sanghera: so proud to have been one of those taught by you.

My London

Knew you when your skyline did not inspire

When rickshaws were non-existent for hire

The soot of long-forgotten chimneys darkened you

And your pavements were not pleasant to view

People rode slam door trains and the tube into your heart

Singing along to The Jam’s Down at the Tube Station at Midnight

The headlines haven’t changed much and neither has acumen

They still endlessly tell of death and sorrow and madmen

Like the spectator watching a master magician in form

I have observed enthralled as you transform

Change has come in the things around you a-plenty

And on the City roads where the speed limit now is twenty

Look at you now as you sparkle in the bright sunshine

Glass covered towers thrusting into your sky, pristine

Cleaner today, your spring heart beats vibrantly

Always striving to renew yourself constantly

I walk along your most famous throbbing heart of a Street

Where all nationalities in the world come and meet

Even though your streets are not paved with gold

It’s always enjoyable being part of your world.

Mortality

I have seen all the disaster movies

The better if they’re full of baddies

Blue Earth set for a doomsday collision

Amongst us no survivors by omission

Sitting at my desk looking at the rosy evening sky

Reflecting and trying to make sense of why

Will there be no corporeal me any more

By the end of this century just like all men before

Inner reflection is what