NDT POETRY

A little humour and a few observations. Poems written by me.

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I FORGOT HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS! (13/12/21)

I used to write poems quite often

With words seldom heard:

Tumbling vowels to soften,

Consonants, shaken and stirred

I thought about sounds and music,

I thought about pictures and hues.

I thought about happy emotions

And deepest dark feelings too.

I used to write poems quite often

To capture a moment in time,

The essence of living: begotten,

Recorded in rhythm and rhyme

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The Leadership Book by Neil Jurd OBE

I’d really like to see this book being given to graduate management trainees and management apprentices everywhere.

It talks about leadership and in doing so, it tells you how to be an exemplary manager too, by considering everything you do as a model of practice for others. 

I guess the key here is that leaders aren’t always managers but managers always have the potential to be leaders. If you’re a good manager who goes that extra mile, you will also find yourself in the position of leading people who want to be led by you. 

I’ve also discovered that there are about 30 bitesized videos that go with this book, that expand on the detail. They are about 8 minutes long, so you can do ‘latte and learn’ a few times a week!

Buy The Leadership Book by Neil Jurd: A step by step guide to excellent leadership by Jurd, Neil (ISBN: 9780956928573) from Amazon's Book St

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I LOVE LONDON

I love London

The fast pace, the track and trace

The busy crowd, the not allowed

The market day, the stay away

The lines of stalls, faces to the walls

Beautiful boutiques, maskless cliques

Delicacies from Avalon, taste testers be gone.

Architecture to impress, disease to oppress

A little metropolis, the dying of a populous

31/10/20

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And On

A poem for the Solstice (21/6/18)

Let the day go on and on!

Let it stretch into the yonder!

Let the red sky linger longer,

Let the blue and yellow wander....

Let the day go on and on!

Let the mountains far be close!

Let the waves crash and engross!

Let the wide sky and narrow road juxtapose

Let the day go on and on!

Let the extraordinary ordinary ‘be’!

Let the white silence circle free!

Let it be my memory!

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Morning Running 8/12/17

Sun shining

Wind cooling

Snow sleeting

Steady plodding

Ascents challenging

Descents energising

No slipping

No stopping

App mis-judging

Distance reducing

Steps exceeding

Speed improving

Running hating

Finishing loving!!!!

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A very talented local poet from Merthyr Tydfil. Not work safe and not child friendly but extremely funny!!!

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Change (12/10/17)

The changing tide alters our course,

And sends us in a new direction

The looming shore a forlorn place

Bears no resemblance to our reflection.

A strange new world up on the hill

No history and no connection,

But to the shore we boldly paddle -

And bravely await their reaction

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Wishing you all a very happy new year. Hope 2017 is kind to you all and brings you love, happiness and good health.

Blwyddyn newydd dda I chi gyd!

新年おめでとう🍾🎉🎈🎊

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Noise (26/2/15)

The louder the better, the notes of childhood.

Soloists sang, bands bellowed,

It enveloped me, captivated me and grew me.

The quieter the better, the rests of adulthood.

Wind whispers, mountains mutter,

It soothes me, frees me, heals me.

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Pace (22/9/15)

The breath is the fire that feeds the train Snatching clean air from the morning’s rain

The water is the mana that feeds the flesh Sipping cool acqua to renew and refresh

The earth is the grounding that feeds the stride Striking stones with memories and pride

Upward, onward. The path is my own Split pace, tempo. PB blown

Develop, improve. Strive for the goal Friends; challenge: complete and whole.

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Family (23/8/15)

Long gone; Bones and flesh Smiles and warmth; Flash in a warm embracing blink

Long gone; Wants and needs Nurturing kindness; Generational love through neural pathways fire

Long gone; Cans and can'ts Hiraeth and memories Dragons thread connects forever

NB: Hiraerth is a Welsh word that has no direct English translation but it means a longing and a sadness for things and people gone by

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Mater (29/12/16)

My self diminishes, A crushing oppression… Who am I here? Where did I go? The grey gloom of negativity - Heavy misery

My soul recoils, A withering blossom… Who am I here? Why do I come? The smothering of the light - Lost fight

My spirit fades, A relentless jostle… Who am I here? When does it stop? The allure of far-away - Connections decay

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Namaste (2/11/16)

Yoga takes me to a place, A stretchy, flexy, chilled out place, A focussed, balanced, happy zone, A quiet, calm and recharged zone.

Yoga takes me to a place, A serene and breathless, bendy place, A journey to a tranquil me, A sweaty, still and happy me.

Yoga takes me to a place, A friendly, cheerful, welcome place, A group of folk that meet each week, A warmth that connects us, every week

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Joshua!! (29/7/16)

There’s a little tiny dog in the middle of the bed,

With a little black nose and a little black head,

Hair on the cover, ‘I need to be fed!’

Hair on my black skirt, ‘Get down!’, I said!

He’s running round the race track

Inside, then out the back,

Stopping on laminate; he’s got the knack!

Loopy little poochie. Crazy little Jack

So cute yet very naught; he’s learnt to answer back!!

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Time for Tea (24/9/16)

A tea pot,

Leaves a hot spot,

On the table where it’s sat.

A warm embracing pit stop:

A cuppa and a chat.

A china cup,

From which to sup,

Is the only choice for tea.

A snowdrop and a buttercup:

A single pink sweet pea.

A crocheted cosy,

With a rosy posy,

Keeping warm the brew.

A very British ceremony:

A hope that it doesn’t stew!

An old tradition,

Has a new definition,

It's time to slow things down.

A 3 o'clock break’s the daily mission

An elixir of golden brown.

[ellenya]

Ellenya, she was terribly sad when she broke up with her boyfriend, Lester. But it’s not like she’s lackluster. She’s just lacklester.

I first met Lester in the second semester of our first year at Manchester. He was wearing polyester, not a chic fashion investor, but my love he did sequester, at least ‘til it began to fester. Then that one night he met Esther, (policewoman and arrester of my late ancestor Chester, a full time water tester). It seems Esther was a nester, she’s now in her third trimester and I’m now a strong protestor of the fetid jester Lester. Frankly I’m quite impressed to see far less of Lester this semester, and a strong attester of a lifestyle that’s lacklester!

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Very, very clever!!!!!

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The Common Cold (23/9/16)

Every inch an ache and pain,

Cough and sneeze again and again.

Mind’s a fog of jumbled noise,

Build immunity in girls and boys.

Don’t worry about flying rocks and flaming balls,

Reckless waves 10 storeys tall:

My husband says it’ll wipe the race,

Right off this green and pleasant place…..

Go back to the honey and lemon cure,

Turmeric and garlic pure,

Bin the pills and ban the needle,

For the sake of all us common people