London
City. Metropol. A world. History. Power. Capital
I live here. Gave me a lot. Life. New. A londoner
Thank you. Live it. London. All the. Life. Old gone
Nice area. Thank you. Top. Home. Mind. Diamond
Good to live here. Hyde Park. Wembley. All London
Hyde Park. Wembley. Also. In my mind. Loved parks
Fryent Country Park. And. Eye of London. Welsh Harp
And everything. Work. Foods. Drinks. The Hospitality.
Thank You
Dear
London
Heart
London
It went wrong,
two days to visit my former life
as a Londoner.
Old men in East End pubs
knew my past
but the tour bus
did not pass that way.
Trips around Buckingham Palace,
the Tower of London,
no time to visit the grey hovels
of a hobbled childhood.
London forgot to be me.
My childhood buried too deep
to find word of itself.
After the sight-seeing
we drove to the high moors
and green hills,
places where my footprints
could still be traced on local maps.
Anxious Kate
could never be late
Up at 3:30
she began to worry
Got to work two hours early
sat around growing surly
Kate's morning dragged on
with many a yawn
By lunch break
her hands would shake
Her afternoon seemed long
she'd do everything wrong
The last hour Kate skipped
and she got pink-slipped
Plunged into depression deep
Poor Kate couldn't sleep
She couldn't get up early
which really had her worried
She became intent on taking her life
but couldn't find a suitable knife
So, she wended her way to Canterbury, dressed as a pilgrim
where she met a dashing Londoner by the name of William...
Here's hoping this tale has filled your void
next installment you'll find in any tabloid
Found my way round London like a boss
Know the best way to Piccadilly and Kings Cross
For I'm a Londoner now
Seen the sights Big Ben and the like
Taken a cycle journey on a Boris bike
For I'm a Londoner now
I've been on the tubes and on a red bus
Got into Harrods without any fuss
For I'm a Londoner now
Seen the Arsenal play and the Spurs too
Chelsea and Fulham I still must do
For I'm a Londoner now
I have ate jellied eels in the East end
Learnt the lingo my mucker is a friend
For I'm a Londoner now
I had a good time seeing a West end show
London dear reader is the city to go
For I'm a Londoner now
I look at this wonder,
This art,
The landscape behind her blushes,
Lone Londoner,
She defeats my love,
Trumps my harmony,
Warms my blood,
She beats my heart,
Passion in her eyes,
Collapse my brain,
Love is devotion,
Dedicated to her will,
To cry,
To sob at happiness,
I really can not explain,
I love.
By Fatmir Terziu
What could I tell a Londoner about the Fatherland? The adverts
Are copies of the unscrupulous inscriptions in tombstones,
Just as we are copies of the bestial goods,
Of our egoistic laughable thoughts,
Like fortune-telling using broken coffee-cups
which contain pieces of the phantasmagoric fates of our fear,
The yellow pages of history.
What could I draw to the attention of a Londoner,
The early flight of the sleeping thoughts,
I pity the forgotten contemplation,
I fear the future views,
The never-formed ideas stir my soul,
Six hundred years have I been drinking from the sea of thought.
I shrink in spirit, shy away from walking the streets,
Hide amongst the whispers,
The adverts of the land, adverts for the Father-land,
Advice about unbrushed teeth,
Instructions about uncut nails,
Adverts for baby nappies, adverts for Mercedes,
Adverts for slimming pills, packets for slimming belts,
What could I say about the Fatherland to a Londoner...
I live
I survived
No-one can track this beat
You losers
I win
I destroyed those who were racial
Those who lighted up their fates
I live again
Through the power of the sword
My soul lives
Londoner living in Peterborough
For happy times
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