Hasan Abdulla
My Great Moments
My Moments in Poetry & Images

     Welcome to "My Great Moments"

Hello and Welcome.  This website now serves both as my author platform serving as a showcase mainly for my poems and some of my photographs. I look forward to constructive criticism and feedback particularly from editors and publishers, and also the general public. 



by H Abdul






I spend my money

On a girl like Holly

she gets what she wants

'from anything that’s mine.

My Holly so fine


Holly made the grade

in school, college, and work

she fills the air with love

and lots of lovely things.

Holly says she will be mine

And things will work out fine.


Holly is a star in the sky

a girl who never asked why

I love her like a sweet dream

Holly, so missed and evergreen.

A bulb of red

a tinsel of blue

a tree of green

all incomplete, without my Holly


Holly makes my day

she thrills my night

she is so right

every time I lose a row

I never panic somehow

Holly comes to mind, even now


© “Holly” by Hasan Abdulla 07/2006


By Hasan Abdul




On a silent avenue

Trees line the road

Making a quiet rendezvous

And we don’t get bored

Though hours come and go

We can never show

We are secret lovers


Here in a quiet park

We are together alone

It is nearly dark

We are not forlorn

The nights will descend

Our love will never end

On a silent avenue

We make our rendezvous


We keep our love strong

Until the day we die

Our love is not wrong

And that is no lie

Here on a silent avenue

We make our rendezvous






Rose in Bloom

By Hasan Abdulla



She is a rose in bloom

Star in a crowded room

So glorious she looks

Poets write to fill their books

When can we be together

My heart, my true lover?


I write for you many sonnets

Wishing on a star

I have no company, no pets

You so near and yet so far

Sweet music in every room

Will come with a rose in bloom


Without her time is still

I long for her thrill

I long to be by her side

To be each other’s guide

Cast away my sad gloom

My lovely rose in bloom


The Waterfront

By H Abdul



Along the Charles River

I took a lengthy stroll

I thought of my young lover

Every minute and every hour

All along the waterfront

Her glorious image is in my memory

All along the waterfront

Her voice I hear, singing her melody


Across the Charles River

The distant Cambridge I can see

Dreams of Harvard, of prestige and power

All remain a distant fantasy

All along the waterfront

Every moment, along the way

All along the waterfront

I thought of her, all day


Along the Charles River

I venture to a tourist attraction

A famous, most loved ruler

Had governed this nation

All along the waterfront

I walked, then returned to the hotel room

All along the waterfront

I faced a journey home, with gloom


© “The Waterfront” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017

Sea Cruise

By H Abdul


Ever since you left that day

I felt the lonesome blues

Now I dream my life away

Wishing for a sea cruise


Ever since loneliness began

I felt the pain of solitaire

And now every step, every plan

Goes adrift, like leaves into the air


Ever since we drifted apart

Sorrow crept in like a bruise

There is regret, sadness at heart

Now I dream of a sea cruise


Ever since you left that day

No other person can I choose

Girls have come and gone away

And so I long for a sea cruise


Oh, how the sea breeze

May soften a lonely heart

Oh, how the seven seas

Might let sorrow depart

For now there is no ease

For now I can only choose

To travel on a sea cruise


© “Sea Cruise” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017





El Dorado

By H Abdul



Lost city, a forgotten place

Amazon jungle; a legend of old

Known by all as city of gold

Of you there is no trace


How did you come to be

Oh, city shrouded in mystery?

Why did they try to discover

Your wealth, your hidden treasure?


The quest for power and gold

To escape the drudgery of existence

To avoid the pains of improvidence

The most famous story ever told


Yet now it seems long since whence

Your name was heard or spoken

How was the spell broken

Not written about by poets hence?


The quest for power and prestige

A march for commercialisation

Leads us men to war; to lay siege

On foreign dominion, on another nation


Oh, how the senselessness, the brutality

Of war, of lust, of stubborn greed

Oh, how they replace foolish vanity

Surely for all this we have no need?


© “El Dorado” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017

Satin Robes

By H Abdul



She wears a red satin dress

A shining majestic robe

She is the centre of my globe

Often dressed to impress


She is my queen of hearts

My deep gaze never departs

A beauty with grace, so elegant

Her speech is melodious, vibrant


She wears a satin gown

Jet black hair, ruby red lips

I love her to the fingertips

She never lets me down


Oh, jewel of the Nile

How my heart sings

Of the joy your love brings

Loving you is so worthwhile


Her home is by the river Nile

With all the simple pleasures

Of love’s abundant treasures

For her, I’ll go the extra mile


© “Satin Robes” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017




Ride that Pony

By H Abdul



The road is hard and rocky

The sun is blazing down

But I’ve got to leave town

Got to ride the silver pony


The hunger is deep and aching

My sweat is trickling fast

Time is flying by so fast

My dear loved one is waiting


I must see her one more time

Before life finally ends

I must make amends

Give her some roses and wine


Bullets cut deep in my chest

Yet I must see her now

To say farewell somehow

Before I sleep my eternal rest


The road is rough, stony

Still, I ride that pony


© “Ride that Pony” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017

The Forest Land

By H Abdul



Fertile was the soil

With plenty crops, and fodder

We continued to toil

The forest became smaller


Rich was the forest

Animals and plants, diverse

It was Nature’s best

Commerce made its curse


How green was the land

That fed and nurtured society?

How difficult is it to understand

Damaging forests is an impiety?


How green was the forest

Where the peaceful waters flow?

How comfortable was the nest

Where the birds dare to grow?


How rich was the forest land

Before we took hold?

Where do the trees stand

Before they are all sold?


© “The Forest Land” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017








One More Night

By H Abdul


Here in a cloudless night

We lie in each other’s arms

Moon and stars shine bright

I feel your sweet tender charms


Here on this feather pillow

We whisper honeyed phrases

And close our eyes for tomorrow

In each other’s warm embraces


Tonight the sky is clear

The tiny stars full of glitter

You look gorgeous my dear

My love, no one else is better


And when the sun comes out

And shines its radiant light

I will raise the shout

I long for one more night


One more night with you

One more night, is it true?


© “One More Night” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017



Desert Breeze

By H Abdul



Cooler than smoke from fire

Warmer than the winter’s end

Softer than a feather’s bend

Your calming effect does not tire

On the skin you softly tease

You dry, desert breeze


Across the desert sands

Into the northern lands

Of sub-Saharan countries

Blows this desert breeze


Down it blows from the Sahara

Those who assume it a chimera

Will come to find its powers

Of many calm soothing hours


As mild as the spring season

As dusty as a sandy gust

To travel there is a must

You don’t need a reason

Except to set your soul at ease

With this dry, cool desert breeze


© “Desert Breeze” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017

It is Dawn

By H Abdul


A brighter future beckons

Us on our way ahead

Each of us firmly reckons

It will easier to earn our bread


Sunshine is bright on the lawn

A new day is come, it is dawn

There will be change

And it will be strange

If we do not feel bolder

Even though we will be older


Our day for love has come

Life is no longer cumbersome

Mornings bring many cheers

Our looks become bright

Work becomes easy, light

Away will go so many fears


It is not a day for sorrow

But for gaiety on the lawn

At last here comes tomorrow

The sun is brilliant; it is dawn


© “It is Dawn” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017



Sweeter than Wine

By H Abdul



With a dish of roast steak

And a glass of red wine

At our dinner I will take

A portion of her meal so  fine


Her lips are cherry red

Skin so smooth, so brown

Her love goes to my head

She never lets me down


With such grace in her figure

She has no arrogance, nor pride

With such a graceful stature

She is always by my side


She is a love of mine

Brighter than all others

Her love is sweeter than wine

For me, she is all that matters



Return to Me

By H Abdul



Please come back, please return

Back to me, into my arms

Please don’t let my soul burn

Without you loving charms


Please come to me, my dear

Don’t let this heart yearn

In aching uncertainty and fear

That you may never return


Come, come into my embrace

Because loneliness hurts me

Without you here I face

A misery that will surely be


Only yesterday, you left the city

No one sees you around

I walk on shaky, rough ground

In a world without pity


Come back, come back to me

Let me feel you near

Return to me, sweet dear

I’m like a weeping willow tree


© “Return to Me” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017


This 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 now inspired by the poets Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Emily Bronte and John Keats to name a few.  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.

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 won a runner up prize for a poem written in the Spanish Language entitled "El Fuente".

About me:


Born in Nairobi, Kenya I had to leave my homeland (my natural mother was a coastal Kenyan) in 1969 at the age of 16. I stayed for a brief period in Nigeria at the time of the civil war. I also stayed in Jamaica for about four years. My father (of Iranian origin) had gained a teaching contract there at a High School. My brief stay in Nigeria was my first close hand experience of civil war.


I came to Reading UK in 1974, and have lived here ever since. I am qualified in AAT Accounts at Technician Level, although my work was in customer service.


Other than accounts, I am also schooled in Literature. This includes course credits in The Bronte’s, Shakespeare as well as in Literary Theory, gained from Oxford University at their Continuing Education department.


I began with writing crime fiction, as a result of reading a lot of this type of genre; my favorites are still Raymond Chandler, Dorothy L Sayers, and the Alfred Hitchcock mysteries. I now write poetry, being influenced by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, John Keats, T S Eliot and Emily Bronte.


I now concentrate on writing poetry. My poetry has mainly been “message” poetry concerning social issues, but recently I have broadened my scope to write with three types of poetic structure with a few different genres.


I have to add that most of my poetry has the "invisible hand" of Emily Bronte guiding it.  In other words Emily Bronte is the one major poet that influences my poetry.

Occasionally I write non-fiction essays. However, the vast majority of these essays are my political views written from a Marxist perspective.  These appear on another website.





The above photographs were taken in the city of Cambridge, UK.
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.

From the Briefcase:


The Rent



Damp is returning. I’m frowning

Seeking work, nothing coming

Funds are low, the bank

Threatens more and more

With no one else to help

I’m trembling more and more


I’ve got to do something now


I’ve spent lots on education

To feed my intellect

Make my skills perfect

Spending plenty cash on food

Going here and there for a job

Rejections arrive by the score

Emptiness in my flat, my home

Bitterness cuts me to the bone


I’ve got to do something now


That clock looks shining

Clean, gold plated. Looks new

I ought to sell it. Pawn it

For many a dollar, not few

It’s getting late. I should rush

Almost sold it, face is in a flush


I’ve got to do something now


© “The Rent” by Hasan Abdulla, 07/2016









A Delicate Being




Why is everybody picking on me? Always

The teacher is hollering, shouting

“Why can’t you learn. Why don’t you see?

The answers are messy, and lacking

In any sense I can imagine”

Could someone please ask him


Why is everybody picking on me?


Going home on a summer stroll

Boy, it could have been fun

Soon the heat, took its toll

I hear a loud shotgun

I run for life, run for shelter

I bump into a police officer

He arrests me on the spot

I tell him, I’m drunk because it’s hot


Why is everybody picking on me


In the prison cells so tough

These jailbirds look rough

I take the medicine I’m given

Then released, and forgiven

Back home in his nest

A robin alone in his nest

To isolate him is a crime

We are two of a kind


Why is everybody picking on me?


© “A Delicate Being” by Hasan Abdulla



This is where I sometimes visit Oxford for lectures.  This is a location of a division of Oxford University for the not so young.

An Evening Rendezvous



Strolling along the river

Blue rippling waters, white swans

Floating downstream, together

In pairs. Warm sun on my cold arms


You were walking with caution

Sombre, attentive for any sign

My heart swelled with emotion

Looking at your solitude, like mine


We walked across each other

Yet managed only a smile

For a moment, I felt warmer

But we drifted apart, for a while


We come and go, with scarce a word

A love affair, few have ever heard


© “An Evening Rendezvous” by Hasan Abdulla, 07/2016


Dream Girl


I’m floating as in a dream

Scents of rose blossoms, everywhere

She appears, my beauty queen

Like a mirage. Then she will disappear


She haunts my night, my day

I hear her words of love

All along life’s lonesome highway

She remains my golden dove


She stands by me, all along

All through the days, and years

With her, I have no fears

My princess; she does no wrong


Yet all through please understand

She’s an image in a foreign land


© “Dream Girl” by Hasan Abdulla, 07/2016











The sailor, opening his drink

Sips his bottle of soda, he’s thinking

About a sailboat he had seen sink

Gazing at the sunset, he’s mourning


Remembers the parties on the boat

Always it sailed, always afloat

Pangs of sorrow, that are emerging

The sailor, opening his drink


Looks back at the past

Some things would always last

Tries not to be pitying

Sips his bottle of soda, he’s thinking


Of many an ocean liner

Yet none lovely and finer

Remembers as he takes his drink

About a sailboat, he had seen sink


The coast was warm that day

Strong winds blew its way

The sailboat drowned. Remembers sombrely

Gazing at the sunset, he’s mourning


© “Sailboat” by Hasan Abdulla, 07/2016






A Day at Work?



On a bright Sunday morning

Opening a door to a garden

The sun is hot, and rising


The flowers bloom everywhere

And church bells are chiming

On a bright Sunday morning


Life is still a burden

Going out today to work

Opening a door to a garden


The morning is long and tiring

With lunch, sipping a cold lemonade

The sun is hot, and rising


© “A Day at Work?” by Hasan Abdulla, 07/2016






The River Nile



By the waters of the Nile

Quiet, calm and serene

I paused to rest awhile

In an oasis of evergreen


Along the river flowing gentle

Watching the dhows glide

I felt of a stronger mettle

And I felt a peace inside


Watching the ripples of the water

Eating the fruit of dates

Warm and content, and later

Returning to the hotel gates


The sun slowly set, all the same

Nightfall came, a soft spell

The morning after, the time

For the return flight then came


Looking back and I mourn

The loss of that sojourn


© “The River Nile” by Hasan Abdulla, 09/2016

Its Summer

Outside on the meadow

Greenery begins to show

With flowers abundant; its summer


Out upon the lawn

It’s a brand new dawn

Outside on the meadow


Roses are in full bloom

Away goes the frost; the gloom

Greenery begins to show


Grasses have sweet fragrance

Trees reaching high, have radiance

With flowers abundant; its summer


© “Summer” by Hasan Abdulla, 10/2016







The gift of God’s dominion

Snow white swan of the river

Sailing smooth, a heart’s comforter

Graceful, queen in my opinion


Song of my heart; empress of fable

Among many, you are a divinity

Found in canals, rivers in the city

Bringing calm, like no-one else is able


Graceful creature, a work of art

Friend of so many people

My love for you is triple

The glow of a happy heart


Swan, white swan of the water

You make our life sweeter


© “Swan” by Hasan Abdulla, 10/2016


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Wheat grows high; golden brown

Warm winds on the prairie

Like caresses of nature’s hands

Sunshine glows on the lands


The cotton buds in bloom

Gaiety in each house, each room

Flowers grow bright and colourful

Gone are the gremlins, no more trouble


Skies of blue, clear and light

A canopy of pure delight

Children playing, old men singing

While my banjo is playing


Country roads, quiet and serene

Green grass, trees full of leaves

With birds and nests; like a dream

And the best that’s ever been



© “Summertime” by Hasan Abdulla, 09/2016






A Lone Romeo


No man is an island

We need not walk alone

The sages will often say.

No one is a loser

We need not be forlorn

The poets will sing away


I’m still looking for my love


Don’t put all hopes

On a green willow tree

The sages will often say

Just learn the ropes

And climb to her side

The poets will often sigh

But wishes are like unicorns

So many obstacles, many thorns


I’m still looking for my love


All that glitter is not like gold

Appearances are deceptive

The sages will often say

Be yourself, and be true

Love her if she loves you

The poets will always say


I’m still looking for my love


© “A Romeo” by Hasan Abdulla, 09/2016

More Poems:

A Flight



Rome, capital of Italy

Flying there on a plane

Away from life so lonely

I’ll go where stops the pain


For I love with strong passion

A dark eyed glamorous girl

I love her with strong devotion

Stronger than stones of pearl


The departure lounge is restive

My heart is light, festive

Flying to Rome, to Italy

So ends a life of drudgery


Away from cloudy skies; persistent rain

To be with the light of my life again


© “Excursion” by Hasan Abdulla, 07/2016





A condor, flying; cruising across the sky

Gigantic; searching for fertile pasture

Majestic; to vie with, we can only venture



Across the Orinoco, and the Atacama

Over the Andes; Only it knows why

A condor, flying; cruising across the sky



Long is the journey to travel

The mysteries, it can unravel

Gigantic; searching for fertile pasture



At long last, it’s journey’s end

Fertile pasture, as only God can send

Majestic; to vie with, we can only venture


© “Condor” by Hasan Abdulla, 07/2016





Wheat grows high; golden brown

Warm winds on the prairie

Like caresses of nature’s hands

Sunshine glows on the lands


The cotton buds in bloom

Gaiety in each house, each room

Flowers grow bright and colourful

Gone are the gremlins, no more trouble


Skies of blue, clear and light

A canopy of pure delight

Children playing, old men singing

While my banjo is playing


Country roads, quiet and serene

Green grass, trees full of leaves

With birds and nests; like a dream

And the best that’s ever been



© “Summertime” by Hasan Abdulla, 09/2016








There are flowers everywhere

Fresh, milder breezes blow

Spring is here; magic in the air


Bluebells, daffodils and delphiniums

Roses, water lilies and rhododendrons

There are flowers everywhere


Winds are calmer, and warmer

Melting away the ice and snow

Fresh, milder breezes blow


Expressions of delight, and relief

In the hearts of people, the belief

Spring is here; magic in the air



A Catholic Church
"Everyman, I will be thy guide,
In thy most hour of need,
To walk by thy side" (from The Bible)

I took this photograph because of the tranquil and welcoming appearance of the building, one of the main Catholic churches in Reading, UK.  It is located just opposite Prospect Park.

A Tree, Glorious Tree
A Tree in Prospect Park in Reading, UK.
I took this self portrait with my Acer Tablet, at a local town cafe. 

West Side Story



The hustle, bustle of city life

Morning comes along; a hazy sunrise

People commuting, marching in strife


The vehicles roar all day to work

No time to talk, time to take flight

The hustle, bustle of city life


The nights drag on, sleepless

And morning after, none the wise

Morning comes along, a hazy sunrise


Work is hard to get, to keep

In competition, we are all knee deep

People commuting, marching in strife


© “West Side Story” by Hasan Abdulla, 10/2016



Bright yellow flowers in the city gardens in Reading UK

The River Margin

By Hasan Abdul



Down by the river’s edge

Waters flowing very smoothly

Green is the leafy hedge

Ripples on the waters plenty

Here I toss my blanket

And get my feet wet

Love is so fleeting

It’s the same old story

We drift apart after meeting

Here is where love begins

And ends on the river margin


Here by the waterside

I met a lover for my bride

But now she is far away

Where she is, no one can say

Now the trees look down

The river banks muddy brown

Skies once so blue

Now with a purple hue

Here is a love story

Told by lovers so many

Here is where love will begin

And end at the water margin






Red Tulips in the city gardens

Oxford Memories

By H Abdul



City of the University

Of the oracle of knowledge

With many a notable vestige

Of poets, and a diversity

Of future leaders, national and abroad

They came and educated their selves

For statesmanship, and a lot else

Oxford where one is never bored


City of the church spires

Where to walk on the streets

The visitor never tires

And exploring the treats

The famous libraries, the parks

The Bodleian library, Christchurch College

City of scholars, not dunces without sparks

City to gain experience, and knowledge


© “Oxford Memories” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017


By those shores

By H Abdul



By the shores of that great Lake

Where I once dipped my feet

Enjoyed candy floss, a treat

The images remain, a memorabilia

Still have them, for old time sake


Lake Victoria, on its shores

The boats, dinghies and trawlers

Anchor at the edge of the waters

Lake Victoria, that one explores

And takes a ride on the steamers

A perfect retreat for dreamers


Alas, the great freshwater Lake

On the corners of Kisumu

The waters are now soiled, not blue

Its glory we cannot take

The scientists now raise the alarm

No safety or rest for wildlife

Environmental degradation is rife

We cannot now stay calm


Oh for the joys of the past

So certain the Lake was intact

Let the fresh waters last

Oh, let us make a silent pact

To renew the Lake to its glory

To make it a cause for poetry

Oh let the wildlife flourish

Why should we let it perish?



© “By those shores” by Hasan Abdulla, 2017






Beaches all around; bright yellow sand

Palm trees growing, abundant and serene

So calm, tranquil, this desert island


The sunshine is warm, radiant

Green vegetation, abundant wildlife

Beaches all around; bright yellow sand


A loner all alone, an islander

With few belongings, a wanderer

Palm trees growing, abundant and serene


Away from urban toil, the bustle

No need has he to argue, to tussle

So calm, tranquil, this desert island


© “Solitaire” by Hasan Abdulla, 10/2016

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