PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

i was a country boy

theatre was my life

and the country lanes my stage

the obliging country folks my audience.

day in day out i am all action in the lanes

bursting out with lines from the movies,

walking in the styles of tarzan,

Chinese swordsfighters, ballet stars,

james bond, snow white, the seven dwarfs, mickey mouse, donald duck, bruce lee, and even dainty Chinese movie heroines.

times and again, after school, our neighbourhood would be abuzz with our

swordsfighting contest;

our teams fought with hands karate-styled

and those striken at apart from the hands

and arms were considered losers.

brothers all joined in this fun

which became the climax of our country days.

schools were boring.

our parents must be very glad that

we did not have spider men then

or else they would have to talked us into

not jumping from buildings.

and songs were my prime interest. not elvis

or even cliff richard who were one generation away from me but those chinese

singers with their quivering voices - male and female included.

the country fields and shops were all my songs in contralto, tenor and suprano

cheering up friends of all ages,

some imbibing me the ideas of becoming

a star fueling a crazy dream that has

gone spiralling in my mind ever since.

sisters who could not put with

my hyper activities told me quite tactly

they were not interested in my hobbies.

so i turned to my country friends who

were all praises for my talents.

and now in my forties, i have to admit

of the dizzy effects all these dreams

have brought me.

the childhood characters and dream continue

living on in me, albeit in silence

but often coming out with equal intensity and joy in poems..

how glad i am of this writing venture

as i could keep those dreams and characters alive....Oh, this country joy!