Streetscape Britain - 2019 Plain wrapped sex shops, Vinegar soaked chippies. Whirling laundrettes, Jackpot winning bookies. Proudly polished Polish skleps, Nisa Locals, Co-Ops and Spars. Blacked out Gentlemens Clubs, Glowing tanning shops, glitzy nail bars. Boarded up boozers, Swinging rusty signs 'To Let'. Charity shops brisk of business, Next to World of Exotic Pets. Aromatic wafts of life dulling joints, Clouds and clouds and clouds of fags. Splintered second hand funi

Get Brexit Done (The Fun Has Just Begun) Get Brexit done Strong and stable Brexit means Brexit Where's the negotiating table? Do or die Dead in a ditch Prorogation for the nation Ah, a backstop glitch Deal or no deal Let's get Brexit done We'll end freedom of movement The fun has just begun _________________________________ The new Tory mantra. "Get Brexit done." Like a verbal punch to every interview. Hoping to beat us to submission. "Just get it done, jus

You're Not From Here You're not from here, An animus sound. Go back where you came from, Hostility found. We speak English here! A sadness profound. We're full, so Release the hounds Of hate, suspicion and mistrust, Take back our lands, our ground. You're not from here, Let the odium sound. _________________________________ The language that surrounds race, migration, ethnicity, religion, immigration, asylum, refugees etc, is increasingly vocal, virulent

Self How do you see yourself? Is it in the filtered deception Of instagrammed perfection? Or the truth that radiates From a mirrored reflection? The virtual, online presentable me Or the true worth and value of reality. For the self is not the same as the selfie. It never is, can or will ever be The real you. ________________________________ Stand and pose, have 30 goes to perfect the perfect photo....or point and shoot, one take, that's me. Like or don't like? The age of

White Beach And you would stand against the tide resolute, A shrill bitter wind ravaged King Canute. Raging at the waves and armies of gulls Do not land, we're full, we're full! And you would stare at the setting sun, Blinkered and blinded, oh wounded one. Until the only world you saw was dark, Hatred filled skies, an unending task. And you would keep your beach an untainted white, Debris of life, out of mind, out of sight. Flotsam free and forever pure, Welcom

Magic Money Tree Money grows on Magic money trees, Come what May Shoot the breeze. Spaff the lot On Brexit ads Sod the poor They've been had. To Sunlit Uplands And all aboard HMS Great Britain Yet we can't afford, Anything anymore. Except consultants and Ads peddling shite. Sod us all, Cos they'll be alright. No more money For teachers or nurses. Just a government Strengthening austerity, Pleading empty purses. The Magic Money Tree Spent of cash,

Spice Up Your Life Sugar & spice And all things not nice Screw up your life A hit at a time And pay the price. To slump on a bench Comatose & sprawled Witness to the outraged, offended & appalled Passers by trying not to see, Wondering why this is happening On our streets & in our towns These catatonic, immobile, spiced up Down and outs, not out of the way, But scoring a hit in broad Daylight and in front of school kids And office workers and shoppers. Spic

Seaside Drinker Bar stool tumbles and peanuts scatter, A mumbled, fume soaked apology. His face wears a faint borrowed smile, Creased with life, folded in And lost to the past time. Years that disappeared like the last dregs, Drained from the spit smeared pint glass. Blurred and fog-bound, clouded over. The smile erased to misery. As darkness resumed its residence, Clinging to the soot black rings Hanging sad under bloodshot eyes. Each vein fiery, forked, venom

I'm Not I'm not a vlogger A travel blogger A paid for promo A marketing slogan I'm not an ad I don't feel sad Or wallow in pity That a million don't follow I'm not looking for likes From panoramic hikes And photos on the gram Aren't part of a plan To make me rich Or famous, a person to pitch An idea, a product, a place I'm not just a front, a face I'm not a vlogger A travel blogger Or a walking ad Just here for the smiles And for that, I'm glad. __

This generation This generation Is gonna walk with their heads held down Staring at a screen, just above the ground. This generation Is gonna lose the power of speech As they emoji, tap and text gazing at their feet. This generation Is just going to see the Earth Through Instagram and Google photos, for what that's worth. This generation Is not going to know where they are Unless they're told by Alexa or Siri or a SatNav in a car. This generation Will forge

Brexit Fools Day (2nd April 2019) Extension sought Tensions fraught Suggestions brought Arguments fought Havoc wrought Resolution naught ___________________________ After a 7 hour Cabinet meeting in Downing Street, the powers that be have come up with a plan...one that Baldrick would be proud of. After nearly 3 years, a deadline passed for leaving the EU, countless votes against Theresa May's withdrawal agreement...now is the time. To reach out and ask Jeremy Corbyn to

Brexit Day Brexit Day, here at last? An end to this protracted and tiresome farce? So turn out the lights if you would please, As you triumphantly march and excitedly leave And turn your backs and fart in Europe's general direction Perhaps it's time for a general election, Where no one will turn out to vote A political squeeze and grabbing of throats. You've sucked the life out of the people you serve, Enjoy your special place in hell, It may be just what you de

Social Kindness? Twitter spat Facebook fight Insta squabble, this can't be right, Or healthy or helpful or productive or nice If all we do is bicker and snarl and insult and smite Those of whom we may disagree Over how to make a decent cup of tea (It's teabag, then water and then the milk) But we rant and shout and curse their ilk Screaming and swearing at those who declare remain! or leave! Dishing virtual verbal (typed) smacks in the mouth to all who displease A

Brexshite You can argue all you like But Brexit has been utter shite For one and all in this disunited land This Disunited Kingdom, land of hope and glory An unmitigated shambles, painted in colours Tory Strong and stable, take back control Close all the borders, and away you go Back to your countries and EU homes Freedom not to move, not to roam Within these lands bordered by Dover's Cliffs of White I'll say it again Brexit has been utter shite And it is not

EU What?! (A Brexit Forecast) No more full English fry ups in the sun No more beach burned bodies and Costa Brava fun They'll shut all the pubs and ban all the trips To John Smith's British Caff for the best fish 'n' chips No more Chateau or Castillo or magnificent Schloss No more lounging by the pool in an Algarve villa, what a loss! No more nipping over the Channel for daytrip thrills No more piling the van high with cheap plonk, fags and Pils An end to free m

Cheesed Off Let's Brexit, Exit Let's leave please. Ah, but no more cheese From France or Greece. No more Brie or Gouda Gorgonzola or Feta Yet you think Life outside the EU Will be infintely better? (I don't even eat cheese) #Brexit #Britain #Europe #politics #socialcomment

Brexit Signposts Follow us We'll show you the way Follow us Just listen to what we say Follow us And believe all the news Follow us And don't challenge our views Follow us It'll be worth the lies, deceit and the cost Follow us But whichever way we Brexit, you'll end up lost _____________________________ Ever get the feeling whichever politician you follow, you will always end up lost? end up lost and confused by the directions they take? #brexit #politics #Brita

Brexit Britain Break Up (We're sorry Europe) We've got ourselves in a right old twist As we rage and rant and endlessly persist, That leave we must from our European ties. And therein they think the solution lies. To ditch the doubtful Germans, With their absolute wurst position And unravel the spaghetti mess of the Italian vision. To polish off the Polish and No longer appease the Dutch, Turn our backs on the Belgians, the Spanish, the Danes, the Greeks and the

How The Other Half Lives? I've never been to Capri, Monaco or St Moritz, For all I know they could just be the pits. Full of urchins and oiks and obnoxious little gits, Fuelled by Special Brew, sniffing glue and getting totally lit. Run down shanty towns full of filth and squalor, Nights in flea bitten hotels for less than 5 dollars. Tired, drab streets in grey painted colours, Populated by the odd, the strange and extremely peculiar. No I've never been to Gstaad,

Follow Me Like. Follow. Follow me. Follow follow. Followers new. For a second or two. A hollow support. Unfollowed. Withdrawn. Unliked. Next. _____________________________ What does it say about people who like a post and follow you ... often a few seconds after the post appears. A poem written and considered, not even read...but liked and it garners you a following. But it doesn't. My follower numbers have been stable around 225. Yet everyday I gain 8, 10,