This might have been an astounding scene, once.
Though, cracks and crevices, these days, it confronts
The hedge plants, like uncut hairs, have grown wild.
Waste-hills are higgledy-piggledy piled.
Manholes and potholes are littered around.
One who falls in could easily get drowned.
Flags, once painted on the walls, look faded.
With red-spit splashes, dustbins are shaded.
Here's one; there's one; you'd find in each corner
An artist exhibiting his honor
Are these singers part of an orchestra?
Is earning fast pennies their formula?
Hungry beggars terrorize one and all.
Scaring cat-dog-fowl-swine-cattle groups brawl
Beggars share their alms-bread-chunks with stray dogs.
Everyone sleeps together like dried logs.
Amidst sellers' and buyers' hard bargain
One could hear sounds of much party jargon.
Cutting across them rush the pickpockets.
Thieves hide behind municipal crochets.
Floods of populace flow gushing wildly.
Though vexed within, they seem to smile mildly.
Each one rushes as though under a curse
Indian pavement is a universe.
How is this free verse poem.
Perfumef handkerchifs
Hiding thete smells
SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
Urchins and vagabonds
Scavaging for food
SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
The starving scrambling
Food from the bins
SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
Pickpockets stealing
Stealing my bread
SEND THEM TO THE GALLOWS THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
Christmas is coming
Give them some gruel
THE WORKHOUSE IS WAITING THE GALLOWS CAN WAIT
The sweep boy is crying
The chimney neefs sweeping
WHIP HIM AND BEAT HIM THE CHIMNEY NEEDS SWEEPING
Chestnuts roasting
Carol singers caroling
MERRY CHRISTMAS URCHINS AND ALL
Vendor of Ice cream calling clients;
gangs slapped her and took her objects.
She screamed on the road,
her voice was not heard.
She thought that they were pickpockets.
Decaphobia – fear of number 10, perhaps because the Roman numeral X is 10
Xinoaxphobia – fear of the letter X not to be confused with xenophobia
Xenophobia - fear of strangers or foreigners often confounded with
Xenonosocomiophobia – fear of foreign pickpockets sometimes correlated with
Xanthophobia – fear of yellow, word or colour, but distinct from word phobias
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - the fear of long words especially
Gerascophobia - the fear of getting old often associated with
Athazagoraphobia – a fear of something or other, I’ve forgotten what leading to
Pantophobia - which is basically a widespread fear of everything, but remember
Apocalypse anxiety is a real thing, but it’s not the end of the world.
Well, there is no free seat;
Fields run in the infinite green;
Yellow waves cannot win heat;
Such eyes, belong to a queen...
He saw the other short menace:
Pay attention to pickpockets !
In the crowded train to Venice:
No room for other prophets...
Dreaming all love's loving parts.
However, there is no warning:
Beware of the thief of hearts.
Will I meet you again, morning?
runaway orphan
gang of lowlife pickpockets
Charles Dickens classic
MUSIC
walking one night
i heard the same dirty sax
i hated
when she walked out on me
at club sleezy
fiddling unafraid
on fifth avenue for experience
the whores pickpockets walking by
taking a bite
of the big apple
sam
at the steinway grand
cocktail music
for love or misery
or both
one hundred
on stage at the philharmonic
the audience
rich and poor alike
fused as one by ravel
Dave Austin
Rocketing prices height,
Markets not set right,
Baskets carrying light,
All over pickpockets wait!
Their illuminations make the roads and streets to glitter,
Spreading like a beam passing through a gauze filter,
These stretching hands overwhelm and capture the night,
Night colored with fluorescent lights that shine so bright.
Robbers and pickpockets become exposed and jumpy,
While party goers and sex hawkers are happy
to perpetuate their trades and explore the day,
Lovers are able to stroll on side walk without delay.
Reflections and heat give gentle touch on the skin,
Which are so bright that can locate a missing pin,
Combine effects chase away the shadows and darkness,
Evil thoughts disappear, which brightens goodness.
SCRABBLE LETTERS:TARNDAI
OLUSEGUN AROWOLO DATE:10-3-2014
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Welcome to the Hogs head
The local ye olde pub
The ale tastes like urine
And there's maggots
In the grub.
There's straw on the floor
A pee bucket by the door
And rats scurry in groups of ten or more.
The busty wenches serve the ale
And over the centuries
There's been spoken
Many a tale
Gossip soon gets far
Tankards flow with ale.
There by the fireside
Is a secret door where
Dick Turpin often hides.
Over by the bar is Robin Hood
And his merry men
Their very merry
And drunk again.
The place is a den of iniquity
Pickpockets and theif's
You can always get a
Stolen purse
or sheep real cheap before you leave.
The regular drinkers often burst into song
In a drunken stuper their often out of tune
And the words come out wrong.
The place is really smelly
And you have to watch your step you do
Just in case you step on and get pig poo on your shoe.
The place never closes
And all the posh folk
Turn up their noses
at such a hovel.
But your always welcome
Why not come on down
And give it a go
Or you'll never know.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.June.
Watch for Pickpockets
By Elton Camp
The prospect of a trip to the Big Easy
Made me more than a little queasy
I’d had visited in New Orleans before
And now the danger was even more
It was because of the unease that I felt
I put wallet away & used a money belt
It was into a crowded café I did slip
While waiting I felt a hand on my hip
Because I am quite old, fat and bald
I didn’t think it meant a gay did call
My empty pocket took him by surprise
As I could tell by the look in his eyes
Through the crowd he made a mad dash
I decided I wouldn’t do anything rash
Since any of my money he failed to get
I decided why should I now have a fit
But if New Orleans doesn’t control crime
To draw tourists they’ll have a hard time
But how much judgment can there be
In a city built below the level of the sea
Roma lassies dance
charming the robust to feast~
pickpockets count gold
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