Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth's Sapphire Jubilee of Longevity Diversity Prosperity


"You never had it so good," said Harold MacMillan to the people

I

I ain't no mogul of nothin, mate,
But
A cat may look at the Queen.

Little Lilibet of Mayfair
Reached 90 on 22 April 2016
Four days short of Shakespear's nativity.
'Queen Elizabeth II is a Great Queen, a Great Queen indeed'
Hockney's Westminster Abbey window proclaims.

In 1955 I from the land of the tiger, the pelandok and the hornbill,
In a Kirby College blaze glimpsing through the Lancashire morning mist
Her Majesty the Queen, was caught in a spell
Of mystique and splendour
Forever and ever. Full stop.

Fire, fire, Hitler's fire, do not come again another day.
But if you do, we can take it.
We have King George, his brave driver Lilibet, lion Churchill.
We are the unbeatables: 'We shall fight on the beaches, in the streets and
On the hills. We shall never surrender!'

Elizabeth and Philip,
Inseparable, conjoined in holy matrimony.
King George wept to lose his little Princess.

Soon the King and Queen's darling
Was blessed with
Charles the adorable,
And Anne the charmer, the long-legged
Rider of steeds.

In 1952 Elizabeth full of joy
Ascended the ladder of Treetops
With her beloved Prince Philip
And gazed on the world from a full moon height.

It was a honey paradise
Until
The news she dreaded most broke.
Stricken, Prince and Princess descended
To a daybreak of drum-beats,
Birdcall, lion roar, and tears,

All Nairobi mourning with them.
Before her tears had time to dry,
Grieving Elizabeth, fatherless Elizabeth, turned
Sovereign
of the United Kingdom, Head of her Commonwealth.

II

And I thirty years later, still a reluctant immigrant,
Saw the Queen in Buckingham Palace Garden
Surrounded by those high hallowed walls.
The mystique had faded
The common touch now more evident.

The 1992 firestorm of calamities
Ignites Her Majesty's Annus Horribilis.

Dato' Sir Francis Macwilliams dinner at Guildhall moved
Her Majesty to acknowledge 1992 as
The darkest hour of her life.

After gentled John Major,
Uncertain Britain
Cool Britannia
Poor Britain,
Whither goest thou, Britannia?

In 1997 The Queen shed
A discreet if public goodbye tear
When her much-loved Britannia,
Her floating Shangrila,
Was decommissioned by Tony Blair.

Her loving loyal Labrador
Licks the Royal hand in consolation
As the Queen strokes his silken coat.

Soon Her Majesty makes Shirley Bassey,
The Goldfinger busker from Tiger Bay, a Dame.
The Mayor of Knotty Ash finally
Becomes Sir Ken Dodd
Together with Sir Andy Murray and Sir Mo Farrah.

Cherubim Prince George and Princess Charlotte
Consolidate the continuity of the House of Windsor
While their Uncle Harry, the Friendship Prince,
Acts as ambassador of love, goodwill and charity.

Ten years later at a dinner
I shake hands
With Her Majesty, with Sultan Azlan Shah
And with Parmaisuri Bainoon of Malaysia.
I am in paradise indeed!

III

Oh bury me gently when my time comes
With my Royal dream intact,
Alive, oh alive, my Majestic dream alive !

Cometh the hour, cometh the woman,
First Lady Margaret Thatcher,
And now the third rose in the Tudor Rose crown,
The Queen's newest Prime Minister, Theresa May.
Fashionista Theresa May of slinky belts, the brop,
Kitten heel shoes, necklaces like chiming tubular bells,
Eyes brave, intelligent and soft,
Counsels Britons,
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
To forge a better world for all
In our bright new United Kingdom:'

May auspiciously triggers Article 50 on 29.3.17

"The British monarch;'
Proclaimed dethroned Farouk of Egypt,
"Will outlive the King of Cards:•
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Prince Charles, an aesthete oflate
Architecture and all things small and great,
Says climate change is not a postcode lottery,
It spells disaster for the entire world and its history.
To avert the gravitating sepulchral gloom
He urges us to "Go Green" before a Hiroshima doom.

In 1953 Lilibet said, whether my life is short or long,
I shall serve the people.
Elizabeth is indeed the role model for the world.

And so to bed
To dream of the Annigoni portrait
And of Her Majesty's canary yellow hat
That she wore at William and Kate's wedding
And all the Queen's resplendent hats, mesmerising like
A flock of gloriously coloured birds in flight,

Symbols, to my British-Malaysian soul, of

Longevity   Diversity   Prosperity

Happy and Glorious

Dato’ Yunus Raiss
JP FRSA FCIL MEd BA BSc (Econ)
M.Ed, Barrister, Dip TEFL, Dip Edu Research
 April 2016

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