I am a desert island in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the ocean whose waves tidally wash up on my sandy shores.

I am beautiful, both flat and mountainous.

I am as vibrant and voluptuous as you can ever imagine.

I am not alone.  There are other islands nearby in my company and together we form an archipelago.

No people live here but sometimes they come and visit and wonder.

I am a dream.  I am their dream.  Humans are tired of living in crowded cities.  I am seen as their alternative.

Those that come, see me as Paradise.  Whatever Paradise is.

I am nature’s own with trees amid a dense forest, streams and rivers, waterfalls, abundance of vegetation and food,lagoons, caves.

Wildlife flourishes without interference from mankind or pollution though sometimes it (pollutant waste such as oil or plastic)  does wash up upon the beaches  and the damage can seem destructive in its wake, no less shameful to the eye.

Tropical climate temperates existence for all, a blend of sunshine, rain and wind, a calm to prevail before the storm.

I have existed this way for thousands of years, developed only by nature itself, undeveloped by mankind.

And I will exist this way for another thousand more at least.

Because I have no evaluation of real time.

I am curious about mankind and its impact upon my world but I have no craving to change.  And nor will I change.  Not ever. This is my visage to the world.

I offer peace on earth, harmony, sanctuary, perspective.

The fish, the birds, the land animals which inhabit my geometry are fearless because they have nothing to fear.

All living things within my domain from the animals to the plants speak with one voice.

This is me as a person experiencing a metamorphosis and speaking out to you in an anthropomorphic way.

I am an island.  A desert island.  Let me be.  Just let me be.



Once I have left these sullen shores

With my paddles and my oars,

I will not look back over my shoulder with hurting heart

And I will not return from whence I depart.


This is to be a journey like no other previous

Momentous, magnificent,meaningful, mischievous.

In truth, I know not where I will go

Or the unheralded haven of my halo


But I will go because I have the means and the will to go

And I will have no shadow.

The ultimacy of my destiny and my fate

Will Lie in Gods hands worthy of the welcome and the wait.


For  this voyage at least if not for others.

Offers not what a simple sailor so easily discovers.,

I will have no crew, no skipper, no pre-demise,,

Only  harnassed hope and  a sense of enterprise.


Born out of cradled curiosity, atomic adventure.

Never lost but scribed in this deft denture..

I dare to leave behind the flirtations and the favours of the lusting lagoon

If it ever is a day too soon..


There will be no moment for regret.

There will be nothing to forget.

This is to be a voyage without dimension

Timeless and unmeasured in distance,  a physical pension.


Oh to have been in the company of  sacred ships

That traverse the horizons and the eclipse.,

Ferries and freighters, barges and paddle steamers,

Be they the maritime world of realists and dreamers.


I think I have always been a boat

To Sail  the oceans of the world afloat,

To circumnavigate earth’s continental land masses

Amid the giant gorges and crevasses..


I go with wily wonder and aimless abandon,

Oblivious to any penitence.

God alone will be my constant  companion

And life itself my daily defence..


I am as unsung as I am safe and sound.

And one day,I know for sure,  I will run aground.

I am but an exalted and expectant euphorian,

For now you will know me only as the Taurean.


I am a tried and tested vessel of meagre, mortal means

Education eeked out only by the force of nature’s submarines.

Oh wise and whispering wind take me where I need to go

And where, wind, only you can  blow.


The perils of piracy hark the dangers of the mission.

And are transparent in my parting vision.

So as I speak with truth and journey in quest

Peace on earth is that for which I am so boldly blessed.


So many things in our life are contrived

And are never meant to be.

Fate  plays the cards of compromise

And we dare to call it destiny.


Catch a poet in such a mood as this

And let his vibrant voice be heard.

The reality of any moment is truly his

For the wise and whispered word.


It is  like nothing else in the helpless harshness

A wonder to take away your breath

That feeling of standing on the edge of darkness

As a  depository for all your loneliness…


As mortal men we take a route

And we follow a perilous path.

Happiness and harmony are our prized pursuit

Fire and  fantasy our wretched wrath.


I have travelled this far, this distance

To draw from the echelons of experience.

So bold am I to write this poem, with every sinew of my existence

And express these simple, solemn sentiments.


It is not an illusion in the sky I see

But a radiant red rainbow in the late afternoon

A marvelling memory in the shadow of the old oak tree,

A treasure of time for which any one of us would swoon


Clouds can block out the scorching sun

And raindrops can flood the earth

But when all things are said and done,

Nothing can lessen its worth.


Magic is the momentary masquerade of mystique

For something symbolic in its conception.

Utterly, unequivocably unique,

Perfectly poetic,in its radiant reflection..


The red rainbow means so much more

Than is visible to the naked eye.

Delivers a meaningful message to devil’s door,

And makes us wonder why.


Paying homage to the radiant red rainbow

Which adorns the silky sky ayonder.

A  spectacular sumptous, silent show,

A phenomena and a wonder.


There is a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow

If you care to look ever so closely

Beyond its gesturing, graceful, glorious glow

It’s yours to capture. Capture it and approach me.


I have no idea who E.S. Whipple is but I stumbled upon his quote in a school library. It was he who said that ‘a book is a lighthouse erected in the great sea of time’.

It is that quote which has inspired this poem.

Put a book into the palm of my hand

And I will be its reader.

Without any limitation to what I can readily understand

Or the fodder of the feeder.


Once just a thought, then written down, later published

To a waiting world not yet suspecting.

But in a thousand years could it ever be wished

That the prize of knowledge is worth collecting?


Books are, after all, the cradle of our knowledge,

If not a lighthouse erected in the great sea of time.

They are the benevolence of our cultured college,

Leading us to where we’re surely goin’


Without you, Book, as some part of my life,

I would be despondent and distinctly destitute.

Can there ever be a failing of mankind to permit such suffering and such outright strife

When the force and power of literature is absolute.


Gosh, I still remember that delirious day

When first as a young child, I could read.

How the blessing and good fortune of Gods grace came my way

And showed me difference between greed and need..


Books have an uncanny way of saying things

To you no human being ever can.

Deliverance is simply sourced from eternal springs

To every able-bodied man.


I see the lighthouse over yonder

As I stroll along the beach.

This is a moment to wonder

And feel a sense of destiny within my reach.


What if all the words ever written

Are no more than an inglorious monsoon?

Let rip the sudden storm,  unrestrained and unforbidden.

On this October afternoon.


The words have found me, as they will find you too,

So be gladdened and  heartily contented.

A poet must do what a poet must surely do,

Write passionate poetry unlamented.


And so I come to express my greatest gratitude

To that lighthouse erected in the great sea of time.

God has willed from me this mystical and marvellous mood

As I have put pen to paper and words to rhyme.


As I stroll further, I’m enveloped by a mist

But the shadow outline of the lighthouse remains.

I have written this poem now.  I have reminisced

And Deliverance reigns.


I need a friend who listens

And pays me due attention.

I need a friend who reasons

The rationale of my comprehension.

I need a friend.


I need a friend who reaches out

In every possible dimension.

I need a friend who is all about

The measure of my extension.

I need such a friend.


I need a friend who’s ears and eyes

To everything that I do.

I need a friend who can spring that element of surprise

And yet be so totally true.

I need that kind of friend.


I need a friend who laughs and cries

And on whom I can definitely depend.

I need a friend who is wonderful and worldly-wise,

I need that faithful friend.


I need a friend who sees what I see

And hears what I hear.

I need a friend who is everything to me,

Who’s honest, humble and sincere.

I need that friend.


I need a friend who’s the very fabric of my existence

And the essence of who I am within.

I need a friend who has zero resistance

To the gravity of my sin.

I need that friend.


I need a friend who touches a nerve

And feels as I do indeed.

I need a friend who’s possessed of veritable verve

To be my one true friend in need.

Oh how I need that friend.


I need a friend who represents an ideal

Of life itself on earth.

I need a friend who is not just real

But the calculation of my life’s worth.

I need a friend.


I need a friend who drives and motivates

As a spiritual pioneer.

I need a friend who thrives and necessitates

I need you now dear.

Friend, I need you dear.





This is a two minute talk for IELTS or TOEFL to talk about an Auction.

The keywords of the talk are highlighted in bold.

An auction is a great place to go and hunt for a bargain.

You can buy anything and everything at an auction and often at a very cheap price.

Unlike a shop, there is no fixed price and things are sold by a bidding process.

The Auction is conducted by an auctioneer.

Every item for sale has a Lot Number and Lots can be previewed beforehand.

To bid for something you want to buy, you should either raise your hand or use a paddle with a specific number given to you prior to the auction starting.

An auction is competitive and many other people will be bidding for the Lot just like you.

Quite often, there is a reserve price on the item being sold, so if that reserved price is notr reached, the item will be withdrawn from the sale.

The price usually goes higher and the item is sold to the highest bidder when the auctioneer says ‘final offer’ and ‘going going gone’.

Paintings, old furniture, televisions, mobile household ornaments, bric-a-brac, books, records and even a love letter collection from a famous person can be sold at an auction.

I once bought a 1927 nokia cellphone for next to nothing.  Can you believe that?

The rule of thumb is that something is considered antique if it is more than one hundred years old but these days, anything from yesteryear might be considered antique.

There are also auctions for vintage cars, second hand cars, houses and land.

Don’t forget to raise your hand if you want to bid for something and don’t raise your hand (or paddle) if you don’t intend to bid for something.

Otherwise, the auctioneer might accept your bid and it will be ‘going going gone’

Keep an eye out for things which are valuable and collectable but be careful not to buy something which might not be the genuine article and is completely worthless.

You do not want to waste your money!

Good luck!


This is an adapted and revised version of a famous English Tongue Twister.

Practice it slow, medium an fast to improve your English speaking fluency.


Michelle sells seashells by the seashore,

The shells Michelle sells are the cells of the seas

Surely only Michelle sees

So if Michelle sells shells

She sees by the seashore

I’m sure Michelle sells seashore shells


It is important to understand the following word spelling and pronunciation

Sea                  See

Sure                 Shore               Saw

Sell                  Shell

Sell                  Cell

Shell                Michelle


A good English speaker knows how to ‘chunk’ his word and phrases.

Practice ‘chunking’ the tongue twister.

Like this.  There will be a short pause between each word or phrase


Michelle sells seashells

(pause) By the seashore

(pause) The shells

(pause) Michelle sells

(pause) are the cells of the seas

(pause) surely

(pause) only Michelle sees

(pause) So

(pause) if Michelle sells shells

(pause) she sees by the seashore

(pause) I’m sure

(pause) Michelle sells

(pause) seashore shells


Some further comments about the tongue twister.

The word ‘saw’ does not appear but the tongue twister could be rewritten again to include the line:

‘I’m sure I saw Michelle on the seashore’

The phrase ‘sea-saw’ is common in nursery rhyme English but has nothing to do with shells on the seashore.

The tongue twister could be adapted even more.


Most people would put a hyphen between sea and saw to make ‘sea-saw’.  ‘Sea-Saw;, when spoken, could easily be mistaken for ‘sea-shore’

So is it seashore without a hyphen or sea-shore with a hyphen?

Look it up and you decide!

Finally, I have used the phrase ‘cells of the seas’ in the tongue twister.

‘cell’ has the same sound as ‘sell’ and can mean a jail or what is in our body as a science form or in our mobile phones.

In this context, ‘cell’ is taken to mean the life form (the shells) which exists in the oceans of the world Michelle finds on the shores of the seas.

I hope you understand.


Enjoy the Tongue Twister and good luck with improving your English speaking fluency.