Middle aged man in Docs,
vintage leather jacket and
grey haired pubes around his cock.
Ill fitting tour shirts rekindling a hazy past.
Barrowlands, The Bunnymen. Hammersmith Odeon,The Clash.
U2 at University pre Bono crawling up his own ****.
Danced and hugged on stage with Terry Hall,
arrested for d&d outside Bradfords Great Hall,
after watching John Cooper Clarke supporting The Fall.
Life reinvigorated by the post punk explosion,
no longer searching the NME gig guide,
but a Spotify recommendation.
or an even sadder email notification.
A pre gig meal opposed to a walk home pie in a barm.
Ear buds for the tinnitus and Bisoprolol to keep calm.
Heartbreak to watch the talent unrewarded,
by a government devoid of a cultural foresight.
Stifled opportunities
through Tory Brexit lies,
Allowing the corporations of Cowles and the EMI’s to
reap million upon million,
leaving the grassroots unnurtured, venues struggling to stay open.
Our greatest export,
an industry broken.
Remember Brexit and how it was the worst CRISIS to ever happen,
since then....
we've had a global pandemic, climate change
America replaced Trump with someone more deranged
it took 9 days for the Taliban to invade Afghanistan
the media kept saying CRISIS it appeared like Candyman
Remain said stay in Europe
vaccinating feeble
Brexit said we're walking
vaccinating people
Covid came to test
who handles matters best
the outcome would suggest
we've more because we're less
they have much more to offer
but Britain has more blossom
the EUnfilled potential
puts Brussels up our bottom
we got out just in time
with Covid they can't breathe
Britain let's combine
Leave, Unite, Believe
Oh How Then
The powers that be took us into this mess
And we as people decided to act
Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons
Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
You there over there yes you in Europe
With your plans and rules and laws and languages
We are English and do not want your rules
Or to be ruled by you from citadel Europe
What will we gain from this?
Having to use Metric instead of Imperial
Pity the market traders now in jail
For refusing to bow down to Metric
In a clink with druggies and gangsters and murderers
But the Euro MPs should be inside
For maiming our lives with their red tape
From fishing quotas to banana size
They say jump and we ask how high?
So we did jump and jumped out of Europe!
Some wanted to Remain but I voted Leave
Yet what a mess it created oh dear
May’s leadership is tatty just like her
And her job is hard even damned
But there is No Deal with the chaos it brings
Brings to us in England and you in Europe
What will it really bring?
A sense of leaving but then what?
Increased air fares, a need for Visas and new wars???
Time will tell...
Breeding and for that matter breathing has taken over the spluttering world
Retroviruses conduct symphonies for nostalgic post-apocalyptic mindfulness
Entropic madness gathers its pace as fast as loo roles escape from the shops
Xenophobia implicates the roots of all epic evil as derived from foreign strands
Itinerant chaos does not adhere to manmade boundaries as the clock runs down
To be fair though Julian Assange can surely be blamed as a harbinger of isolation
29th March 2020
As we Leave behind 27
We stand United free as 4
Our God in the Kingdom of Heaven
Show Remain how we Rule.
Amen.
continues ....
(for it 'twas by him that she was awoken).
'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear,
He said with a countenance kindly,
remember your Vedas and mantras,
Let your be life be lived for the many,
and not for the few,
don't be led into fascism blindly'!
With these wise, timely words in her ears she awoke,
And said by Krishna! I feel so much better,
I must give to the poor and buy the big issue
off that bloke,
the one that's got the red setter.
Now she's totally restored to full yogic health,
and she volunteers at the hospice on Sundays,
'Social welfare should be funded by taxes on wealth!'
She says now, and every Monday
Suzanne can be found (when no one's around)
doing good deeds,
for strangers,
by stealth.
Gone is the curse of the ware squirrel,
but, what of Cyril?
Surely, there must be some news?
The rumour is that he joined Conservative Home,
And now works for Boris in Tory HQ.
Brexit!
The dreaded word,
haunts us once again,
Oh!Visions of doom, burst and gloom!
lies and false promises spun in looms,
In Houses of Parliament rooms,
To craft election win,
And enforce,
Brexit!
A red- letter day Rictameter poetry Contest
Shall I compare thee unto a crate of beer,
or, if not that, then unto washing powder?
Today I shun all things that are austere;
soft tones must yield to songs that are far louder.
May's shandy was for working men too sweet.
Newcastle Brown for them is much more dandy.
Reese-Mogg appealed but to the high elite.
It's Boris now who's dealing out the candy.
His soap suds as detergents wash much whiter
and his packaging's so appealing to the eye.
My desire 's for something that's much brighter
than the dowdy hues of Mr. Corbyn's dye.
Boris we hail victor, for'tis he who's won the day.
To his product though a question. Who art thou anyway?
The UK seeks to leave the EU.
It's no longer enjoying the view
of its friends 'cross the water
'cause it thinks it's much hotter
than its neighbors. Alright then - adieu!
NB: According to Webster, the word "adieu" is pronounced in English like "ado".
In EU Scotland wants to remain.
It has nothing with Britain to gain.
It will lose Liz the Queen.
But the Queen it has seen
quite enough. Time to sever the chain.
The Bloody Brexit
It should have been so simple
There was a referendum
People voted leave
And Britain should have withdrawn
In an orderly fashion; but no.
The remainders wouldn’t here
Of it and the spectacle become undignified.
One would think the UK didn’t exist
Before the EU it did.
Boris Johnson is an opportunist he is
Not remotely interested either way
He wants power
And the American why of health service
The leavers should not entertain him
But continue their fight to let Britain
Go its own way.
Why do News Agencies Always Say Scandal?
Because they don’t even seem to have a handle
That some said no and are ready to go
And why the Remainers need to keep blowing their nose
As for me do I care.
Well yes as I was also there
And I still watch the news every night
Even and despite
The way though it may all end up
Is that nobody gives a ruddy duck
But why do news agencies always say scandal
When the news is so fragile
Just look and listen
To the people of this nation
And get yourselves a dictionary
So that all you journalists know what SCANDAL actually means!
DAMO
Oh How Then
The powers that be took us into this mess
And we as people decided to act
Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons
Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
You there over there yes you in Europe
With your plans and rules and laws and languages
We are English and do not want your rules
Or to be ruled by you from citadel Europe
What will we gain from this?
Having to use Metric instead of Imperial
Pity the market traders now in jail
For refusing to bow down to Metric
In a clink with druggies and gangsters and murderers
But the Euro MPs should be inside
For maiming our lives with their red tape
From fishing quotas to banana size
They say jump and we ask how high?
So we did jump and jumped out of Europe!
Some wanted to Remain but I voted Leave
Yet what a mess it created oh dear
May’s leadership is tatty just like her
And her job is hard even damned
But there is No Deal with the chaos it brings
Brings to us in England and you in Europe
What will it really bring?
A sense of leaving but then what?
Increased air fares, a need for Visas and new wars???
Time will tell...
from Jabo
Nick Armbrister
You have to admit now it is quite pathetic
Three years have gone by some still can’t accept it
They voted remain don’t want to see Brexit
They protest they moan their opinion projected
this miserable way seems to be septic
on and on spread their misery rejection
as though they have a bad loser infection
to a democratic vote and national selection
17 million with the same intentions
Two different Prime Ministers we haven’t elected
Talk of which deal to take given to the electorate
3 fold approval not really expected
disproval of no deal widely ejected
Boris says no to a general election
Economic aspects need protection
Mission impossible with complications
Still Brexit remains the destination,
Independence, the declaration.
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