Long Cockney Poems

I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell...

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It was a special day in Olympus, 
City of the gods, the lands of the chosen,
The clouds trembled as the mountain shook,
Darkness for a moment, even Zeus couldn't strike his bolts,
And behold light from nowhere.
@Jockwriter

For...

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It was a long time ago, 
ten thousand years or so, 
when magic and crows, 
held  premium pose 
and place among many untold. 
It mattered not if there was heat or cold, 
all the...

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Early Times

Panting through a few females.
Running on the spot mostly.

Go to Paris to find myself
find a locally made Gallic STD.
Have a Ringo mustache,
the prostitutes on the Montmartre
think I’m pretty cool for a kid.

Beach bum along...

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MAN   IN    A    SUITCASE

Used to joke  how Gregory Peck  was my father             ...

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Over a yellow River of {Drunken} Smiles,
 
A Dove, faded by erasures and weeks
 
suffocating Crashing rotten Joy--- orgasm Smell of Arrested Motion
 
Coming swift without Warranty or Return Policy
 
Almost invisible Dusty Distance
 
Crossed...

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The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to...

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The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to...

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She lowers her legs down -
the woman.
I try to recall a name, three come to mind, they don’t fit
with the blue flowers on her inked ankles,
Alpine Gentians I think,
they ring around slim ceramic hued bones.
I...

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"Steeped" in resentment at usurious taxes, a Revolution was "brewing!"
History records that the Boston Tea Party was to be the Brits undoing!
An anguished groan was heard as barrels of tea were hurled into the sea!
Their...

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Dear John,

A unique Epitaph you, yourself, penned so well

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water”

Though many have misunderstood your epitaph.
Which means “ Fame and indeed life is fleeting”
Surely your fame was fleeting during...

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Ahoy there matey a lager you have sought
Sail up the Severn river and dock beside the port
Stroll past the tall museum a dry dock and a barge  
A function of the sailing class the...

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NEVERTHELESS IT ALL ENDED IN 19 And 64
By Roy Merritt

(When reading it use a Cockney accent and the h is silent)

Oh alas poor Jimmy Bond 'e didn't go past sixty four
Cause you know 'is creator...

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When I worked, selling furniture, much expensive, as a Store Manager/Salesman-
(really, the "Manager" title was euphemistic)...
It was easy to get bored....
You can sit in the showroom
for some hours,
And see no one at all...
So when some...

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Please enter,
What is with your 'box of toys' (noise)?
Accusations and slander,
'Get on with it, lad.' In the streets of London,
Spreading your propaganda, 'Days a-dawning' (morning).
One's been saying one has nothing to offer,
'Dustbin lids,' 'early hours.'...

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A letter from Bristol arrived on my doorstep
I knew its contents would cause me such pain
An invitation for a routine mammogram – 
My Goodness …two years have flown past again

I arrived at the breast-screening center
And...

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Jellied eels and pie n mash.
East London Fair, and that’s a fact.
The Dockers hands, and the pearly kings.
Their romance gone, the truth it stings.
The Bow Bells ring, they sound out loud.
Cockney chests, they puff out...

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Vague words lead poets to heady heights far yonder
If we, like Wordsworth,   seek a path to’ wander.’
But words there are whose power is less prolific,
Dwindling  fast the more they are specific. 
Sententious...

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A  photo on a dating site
How gorgeous that girl looked
By text we flirted all that night
And I was truly hooked

She looked like a celebrity
Like Marilyn Monroe
With sexy eyes and pouting lips
And slim from head...

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excuse me
there is no
need to brush
the dust off of
that stone for it

will be among
other things
thrown in
the bin
since

they have been here
before and before
your and my
opinion as
to their

beginnings
but it's not
quite like
piecing
pieces

together whether
the weather per
mits and with
or against
me...

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I was haulin' a heavy load
Up the frog an' toad,
When down poured the pleasure an' pain
To my dismay.

Once home I received an' invitation
To a good ol' gay an' hearty!
I was promised plenty o' laughs,
Box o'...

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Sovrinty’s a grand ole gent,
But sovrinty don’t pay the rent.
I got six kids’ moufs to feed.
Sqeezin’ stones don’t make ‘em bleed.
Theresa gal sure went and blew it,
But oo blimmin’ else is there to ’ do...

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My recent encounter, an annual checkup
with blood tests and pressure, my height against weight
are all carried out to check my bits are working
and put back the time where I cross Heaven's gate.
I could tell porky...

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I am Irish,
I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic.
I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish,
chameleon tongued.

Something took me, shook me like a spade
until an un-rooted soil fell, a ground...

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Their faces are still there;
caricatures and cameos,
amigo mugs and jug ears.
Cheering, jeering chums
that would phone at four in the morning
to garble drunken thoughts,
make momentous plans,
or borrow ten quid.
The oddball humorist
and part-time suicide,
the drama queen
contesting her...

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