Streetscape Britain - 2019
Plain wrapped sex shops,
Vinegar soaked chippies.
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,
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
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
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,
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,
Except consultants and
Ads peddling shite.
Sod us all,
Cos they'll be alright.
No more money
For teachers or nurses.
Just a government
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.
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 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.
Is gonna walk with their heads held down
Staring at a screen, just above the ground.
Is gonna lose the power of speech
As they emoji, tap and text gazing at their feet.
Is just going to see the Earth
Through Instagram and Google photos, for what that's worth.
Is not going to know where they are
Unless they're told by Alexa or Siri or a SatNav in a car.
Brexit Fools Day
(2nd April 2019)
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, 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
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
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
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
(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
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
We'll show you the way
Just listen to what we say
And believe all the news
And don't challenge our views
It'll be worth the lies, deceit and the cost
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,
For a second or two.
A hollow support.
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,