The Long Trek
by Hasan Abdul
The air is warmer
Yet it's sometimes colder
The summers are hotter
Yet often they are wetter
Now I find, all is gone
The world I knew, it shone
And now the viruses arrive
Now the illnesses stay
Few are left alive
And the meek cry today
For a treasure so apparent
For a promised covenant
Can the mighty ever bet
That nature is yet
A cause at which to peck
Saving the Earth is no long trek.
copyright by Hasan Abdulla, 11/2009
IN MEMORIAMThis website is dedicated to a very special person in my life, my mother. She a real martyr against intense prejudice. She is the reason why I exist.
About my work
My work is inspired by the writings of, among others, Raymond Chandler. I began my creative work with writing song lyrics. In the 1980's I gained an A Level in English, and then turned my attention to poetry and short stories. Then I began to read the novels of Raymond Chandler and the short stories of Ellery Queen, and Alfred Hitchcock as well as others such as Hemingway as well as a vast number of Victorian novels.
I won a runner up prize for an essay on Peace in the early 1980's and launched my writing work with the motivation gained by this prize.
I got a favourable comment from a professional writer for a poem on the Virgin Mary and a four star rating for a short story entitled Danger Zone on a website entitled writing.com. This helped me gain enormous confidence in writing.
Always dreaming for plenty
Get ready for the city
Tinkerbell, of Neverland
No one tries to understand
Cute and lovely, Tinkerbell
I love you, so swell
Cute fairy, Tinkerbell
You are grand, I can tell
So in love with Peter Pan
I love you, and I can
Tinkerbell, of Neverland
Take me by the hand
Cute and pretty, Tinkerbell,
Come on out of that shell
Lovely little, Tinkerbell
Its Christmas time in the city
Just like a Land of Plenty.
Photographs-CambridgeThe above photographs were taken in the city of Cambridge, UK.
When I arrived at the College campus, at the University of Cambridge, I was quite intrigued by the statues at the front entrance to Churchill College. The statues were modern but at the same time were not vulgar or offensive.
When I checked in at the Porter's office, the Porter who checked my documents honestly thought I was a foreign student from overseas. It took a slight bit of persuasion to convince him I am normally resident in Berkshire.
The porter provided accurate information as to how to get to my room where I was to stay for my holiday at the Campus grounds. It seems they were confident of my ability to concentrate.
Throughout my holiday in the University I enjoyed the prices and the quality of the meals, the designs and paintings hung on the walls, and the large college campus grounds.
I also made the acquaintance of one or two College professors.
The City of Cambridge
Located at the back of a main shopping centre, the central library has some very good computers with powerful processors, and is well lit and well furnished.
The cafes and restaurants are somewhat expensive, though they provide value for money. As I expected, the Italian restaurants are overly generous with the amount provided for each meal purchased.
The transport to and from Churchill College was not as frequent as I had hoped. Nevertheless, the citilink buses are very affluent in the interior.
The city centre has two main shopping plazas, each bigger than the Oracle and Broad Street Mall in Reading.
I was struck by the number of city parks, all larger than I had expected.
Most of the other University Campuses are in the city centre and I enjoyed taking snapshots of them with my digital camera.
The picture above is of one of the Cambridge University Colleges.
This sculpture was photographed on the Churchill College campus. It struck me as new and innovative. Simple in design, it symbolises some interesting geometric concept. It took some time for me to appreciate the skill behind the statue, not being an artist myself.
The bright yellow sand
The gently cascading water
A Lone coral island
The palm trees grow as ever
The sun beating down its rays
Sunshine brings memories of vacations
In the past in childhood days
An island unlike all other nations
The green forest, the leafy hills
Beautiful birds, with glorious wings
No need for pain, or medical pills
Clear is the heart and soul that sings
Alone on this oasis
Tranquility, a silent bliss
Away from the distant lands
Where empty hearts, with loaded hands
Have no vision, have no hearing
Only vice, and spite and stealing
Alone it stands, against the tide
Calm, serene, no guilt to hide
A coral island, a barrier reef
From brutal reality, a soothing relief.
Postcards from Venice
Picture postcards, bright and quaint
Images of canals and boats
My mind is adrift, it floats
A Painting, of a chapel, of a saint
I imagine I'm on a gondola
Sailing on the waters
In my hand a soda
On our way, we go faster
From a hotel, to a museum
All a dream, all an illusion
Still the dream lingers
Both in heart and mind
Counting days on my fingers
Hoping to visit Venice
To leave my stress behind
Wishing on a chalice
That I see in my mind
Postcards from the city
I lie awake and empty
Supper time and the living is easy. A group of pigeons enjoying their meal in the town centre here in Reading.
A portrait of an artiste as a prolific musician. This lady plays excellent harpsichord during the weekends in Reading UK. She kindly gave permission to be photographed.
1 This website has changed it's name to: The Creative Pen Train. On hindsight, the previous name raised an image connected with espionage!
2 The contents on this website will gradually be changing to mainly poetry and photographs. It is not yet practical for me to add more fiction work at the moment.
RETRO CARS - Puegot 204 and Peugot 304
A wash out-Reading Town Centre on an autumn day.
A view of Oxford city centre, on the way to the Rail station.
This is where I sometimes visit Oxford for lectures. This is a location of a division of Oxford University for the not so young.
Below is a download which is my Personal Perspective of Michael Jackson in particular reference to his recording career. The source for this material is from the LA Times (USA) to whom I am deeply grateful for their posting of a detailed timeline of Michael's life on their website. Hope you like it. Feedback is welcome, and the e-mail is below.
A water margin on the Thames River, (Kings Meadow) in Reading, UK
The Waterfront at the Charles River, Boston. (Massachusetts, USA)
A Fountain, A Church, The Town Centre
bright white rose
on the river
one God chose
the dark water
On a cold
A swan is
graceful white swan
pain of rage
soul becomes calm
a new page
along a river
In a town
ink black water
glowing marble white
a natural wonder
spirit, a rest
swan, only the best
comforts the heart
work of art
remain in history
serene for eternity
A booklet of my poetry (over 75 poems) in pdf form is now available for sale. The price is $4 for US and the Americas; £3 for the UK and other countries. Please feel welcome to e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org for further details. I await your custom.
A Dream Destination
A Visit to Cambridge
On the 6th of July this year, 2012, I went to the Railway Station in Reading to start a journey to one of my dream destinations, namely Cambridge. It would be the first train ride for several years, the previous one being to London. I reached an excessively busy platform where trains were arriving and leaving for Paddington, London every ten minutes or so. Not having travelled by rail for some years, I did not realise I had to change stations at Paddington for Kings Cross. As a result I faced a delay of some hours before finally heading off for Cambridge where the famous University is located.
At my arrival at Paddington Station, I thought I would be able to take a British Railways train or at least a shuttle to Kings Cross. I had forgotten and indeed was disappointed at having to use the London Underground just to change to the Kings Cross Station. After all, it had been such a long time since I travelled by rail.
When I arrived at Kings Cross station I was impressed by the size, aspect and the neatness of the station, notwithstanding the fact that the station was being refurbished. I took the first direct train to Cambridge and I enjoyed the ride.
The train ride to Cambridge was more than adequate compensation for the inconvenience of changing stations from Paddington to Kings Cross.
As the train rode along the tracks towards the city of Cambridge, I looked out and saw the gently sloping countryside with its alpine green vegetation, some small villages, and clusters of dark green trees dotted around the landscape. It became clear to me why the environmental campaigners have such a deep passion for their overall objectives.
When I arrived at the Cambridge Central Railway Station, it was different to what I had imagined, and instead was a very open aired, well maintained railway station.
After checking out, I was skeptical at first about taking a taxi, but was lucky enough to meet a taxi driver who was efficient and reliable, and did not underestimate his fare charge.
On the day of my return journey, I woke up exceptionally early and checked in at the Porters office to leave. However he persuaded me to wait and have breakfast before leaving to which I reluctantly agreed. After having breakfast in the usual dining hall, I headed off for the city centre by bus to the rail station.
On reaching the city centre I decided I would go straight to the Railway Station instead of lingering around first in the shopping area.
I boarded a busy train to Kings Cross which was rather crowded.
After changing at Kings Cross to Paddington Station, I boarded the train to Reading. On reaching Reading itself, I was confronted with the same usual noises of traffic and road repairs, and once again settled for the idea that "now I found that the world is round, and of course it rains every day." (as sung by the Bee Gees).
Pictures of life in a mansion
A courtyard of plenty
Walking around in a rose garden
Having fun, not being thrifty
Dreaming away for a life
Amid crowds and a limousine
A rich and pretty wife
Famous with my Magic Tambourine
One day I’ll play to crowds
Earn vast and many fortunes
But I awake, all is in shrouds
All around, angry thumping tunes
My music is but a dream
Antique is my Magic Tambourine
Yesterday I had the song
Of love and happiness
Now it all seems wrong
All is regret and bitterness
On my shelf the Magic Tambourine
In my heart, a yearning
Not for wealth, nor singing
But a pure, humble life supreme
These red roses were photographed in the Forbury Gardens in Reading, UK
I found this bunch of lovely yellow roses in the same area of the Forbury Gradens mentioned above.
The above three pictures of roses in bloom were taken locally and about a few weeks ago.
Sea gulls above the ocean
The ship is sailing the seas
As it sails, memories
Come with tearful emotion
An albatross flying within sight
Sings the songs of solitaire
Smooth and graceful his flight
Transfixed, I stand and stare
Evening shadows are falling
On an ocean deep and vast
The sailors are calling
To lower the mast
But my mind is fully dazed
With the winged giants image
All is become crazed
The ship seems savage
A storm mounts with full might
Waves beat against the ship
The sailors toss, some trip
The day is turning to night
Ocean waters splash on board
Sailors suffer injuries untold
No sign of harbor or shore
Gales blow hard, and even more
Tempests shake and torment all
The soul awakened to heavens call
The men who steer, struggle to stand
On a floor awash, with salt and sand
Hopes of survival disappear
The albatross flies without fear
Time stands still, darkness all around
The winds howl, the water splashes
Hope is nowhere to be found
The ship against a rock it crashes
Against a piece of rock I cling
No sign of life, I see nothing
The light goes out, and I feel
The grip of talons like steel
Sunrise slowly begins to glow
I find myself on a small boat
Adrift without anyone I know
Except a stranger, keeps us afloat
In the near distance, a beach
I see land within reach
Soon, the stranger pulls his oar
And then we are on solid shore
Looking at sky and sea
I am lost in a daze
Above the clouds I see
The albatross in a haze
My eyes become misty
I marvel at God's infinite bounty
About the above Poem
The above poem relates to the proverb "A Friend in Need is a friend Indeed" and is inspired by the famous poem by Coleridge entitled "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner". At the same time, I would like to think of it as somewhat more optimistic than the famous Epic by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hope you all like it, and remember feedback is most welcome at the e-mail address below.
A rectangular bed of flowers in Forbury Gardens in Reading, United Kingdom
Green and Yellow
A green and yellow arrow bed of roses in Forbury Gardens, in Reading, UK
Along the river, a view from a bridge in Cambridge, United Kingdom
On the road to the railway station, at one side is the Forbury Gardens in Reading, UK
I am pleased to let everyone know that three of the poems on this website, notably 'Magic Tambourine' & 'Swan' are each available in PDF form for $1 (USA & the Americas) and £1 (UK and rest of the World). These and many more are available together in pdf form for $3 (US and the Americas) or £2.50 (UK and rest of the World). Please send payments to my Paypal ID, email@example.com. (My PayPal account name is Hasan Abdulla). All enquiries to firstname.lastname@example.org
A Night Owl
I sometimes am awake late at night or the very early hours of the morning, before sunrise.