They closed the corner store some time ago
the ciggies by the two we now forgo
our lucky bags now a recollection
as is browsing in the comic section.
Mechanics' Social Club no longer stands
their topless barmaids, striving local bands
and Sunday morns' all-comers talent show
both pubs have closed, there's nowhere left to go.
They closed the corner store some time ago
finally called the time and stopped the show
The cafe, bank the chemist shop, all gone
the street is quiet, not much going on.
We'll have a Tesco store sometime, they say
we know they're sure to place it far away
you'll need an Uber car, too far to walk
We'll miss the bench where you could stop and talk.
They closed the corner store some time ago
Nail salons and vape stores, now come and go
barbers, bookies empty charity shops
you see the homeless sleep, you see no cops
once walking up and down the street in pairs
graffiti daubs, the windows smashed, who cares?
An out-of-towner builds an HMO
inside the corner store we used to know.
Trabaho, kailangan ng lahat ng tao
Upang kumita ng pera na pambili
Ng mga pagkain at ng mga gamit
Dapat na ibigay ito sa lahat ng tao
Huwag ng maging sakim ang mga
nasa gobyerno at namumuhunan
Ibuhos ang kaban ng bayan para sa
lahat ng mga lugar at mamamayan
Maraming trabaho ang magagawa
Tagatimpla ng kape, tagapunas ng
sapatos o tagamasahe ng likod
Kumpara sa petiks at tsismisan lang
Kung lahat ng mga tao ay may pera
Lalakas ang lahat ng mga negosyo
Puno ang groceries, restaurants,
Coffee shops, malls, hotels, salons
Ibuhos ang pera sa kaban ng bayan
Paagusin tulad ng sa mga lawa na
umaagos sa mga ilog at mga talon
papuntang karagatan at kalangitan
Ibubuhos muli ng langit sa mundo
Upang umagos muli sa mga sapa,
paulit ulit na ganyan din dapat ang
Trabaho, na paulit ulit sa mga tao
Picked up Jane and we're walking to the balcony,
and shown where we'll be sitting as the crowds mose-in,
and there's some excitement 'neath the floor we had left,
sparked favored light applause from one estranged bereft,
we're bemused fetching about well anchored split views,
what fabled then hath waned onto a seasick cruise,
be no mistake of it with drinks, friends do what's best,
hotel days reminisce thanks to Clint' absent guest,
as they all three turned out as definite no show,
with the place still hoping Jane decided to go,
particularly since she got to go to work that night,
lead's A.M. show and luncheon, I'd sleep on-site.
Jane is a night auditor, a night accountant,
close a hotels daily in and out dependent.
Pebble Beach Lodge is a five-star golf course hotel,
be rooms, restaurants, banquets and bars, is the nutshell,
spas, saunas, massage, yoga, thereapeutic and
salons, horseback riding class, pool concession stand,
and yes, golfing lessons as par for the course, please,
they're not free as they're taught by legends--like their fees.
... home tomorrow ...
Is the weather calm and cool
When good friends remember,
About vinyl from the spool
Joys of Santas’s goodies
When we were small back then,
Mother and her cookies
Six men wiser than a pen.
No sweets sold in the market
Mother made them all,
Beating deadline target
Before the eve would fall.
Tailors were visited by many:
Crowds to get their wears,
There was mummy and granny
With children under their care.
There was a rush of decoration
That filled the streets with gay
Choirs practise their rendition
Before Christmas day.
Midnight saw costumes parade
With lace and trimmings rare,
Gentlemen suited and booted
Walking in style with their pair.
Salons too did brisk business
Ladies to look their best,
Not to show their riches
But for Christmas, to look the best.
Away in the Manger
A little child is laid;
With shepherds and three kings
Outside in a cold promenade.
You already saw them..
They call themselve leaders...
In this G... something,
Talking about a thing...
They call it :
Peace!
In their luxurious salons,
Behind them are... paintings,
Doves, flowers and olives leaves,
O! Dear!
Peace is a myth,
It only exists in their speeches,
How could it exist? in those hands...
Evil rise and spread,
O! Boy!
First!
They give guns and missiles...
Take shots to celebrate their gains,
Then: talk about peace,
O! Dear!
Where are we ¿ In such pain!
10-31-23
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Three Legged Table
Above the polished face of the petite gueridon
A crystal chandelier sparkles in dreamy hues
As one candlestick flickers in perfume,
One red rose dreams of minuets,
Upheld by gilded caryatides of innocence,
Draped maidens and daughters of Athens,
In salons where graceful reveries
Twirl in graceful circles
Around the teapoy’s edge.
Unmasked rhapsodies
Shimmer with the indelible mystery
Of one fleeting ambrosia midnight,
Glowing in an amber flush of reflection
With bittersweet rondos,
Immanent in lacy silhouettes
Of dulcet invitation,
To swell in crescendos of shadows,
Dancing butterflies mirrored in the table’s face.
Streets are long,
here where the town shifts into
linear ranks of commercial blocks
out-pacing the moving cars.
This is America most everywhere.
All that can be seen from a car screen
lays its naked desires out
in the pale meat of the indiscrete.
Strip Malls blot a Lego landscape,
corrosive ribbons stretching on
to a somewhere just the same.
Nail salons and 'gentleman's' clubs
signs of a bankrupted and built-in
redundancy.
An undertone of yellowing urinal reek.
This dream we made to be us,
always finding what we seek.
Puzzled eyes they keep feeding,
A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding
A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid
By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss
And now his jaw he has of them rid,
Punctually bestriding salons to never this miss@
Space-grabbing beards aren't a pleasure,
A vegetative chin, far from a treasure.
Man should 'farewell' bid to a losing practice
Like war wisely liquidated with Armistice.
A habitual afforestation of one's jaw
Is a transgression of some Uncomplaining Law
Poor us,
abandoned by life...
Poor you,
blunted by usury...
Poor us,
renegades to poverty,
poor you,
bored in the salons
of the nobility...
Poor us,
ignorant without culture,
poor you,
arrogant of sound reading...
Poor us,
conform to "unhappiness"
poor you,
disagree with "happiness"
Poor all us,
without deciphering the universe...
Poor all us,
spiritual outcasts...
poor us,
poor you,
poor now, poor
later... !
My fate to be a watcher…
“Regarder Les Autres”
and write from alleys dark but real,
salons for words ill-bred
(Le Grande Hotel Paris: May, 1978)
The cold of the winter
Duffel coats and bobble hats
Red, white and green
Christmas is nigh
The streets of London
Paved with precious grey
Up in a smoke
A concrete jungle of sorts
Robins, blackbirds and magpies
Green cosmopolitan valleys
Gardens of earth
Salons and appointments
Non locals come in
Traffic jams
Oil, mixed with water
Making wondrous rainbows
Global warming
We guess and wonder
When it will snow
Aiming for December
Then falling in March
The anthems of the city
Sound and complete
Even the sounds
Of thunder and sleet
The new theory of thundersnow
What do the planets think
Of our global terror?
More clothes on
More things gone to waste
Autumn gone but sticking together
A tradition of perfection
The birth of jesus
From the flower,
her fancy
clothing
that in all salons
enchants ...
From the flower,
her smooth smell
stunning that
animates vibrant souls ...
From the flower,
her pure honey
that delights ...
me,
her lover,
hummingbird a
dependent admirer...!
Like lightning, they closed churches.
Quick to reopen taverns and nail salons.
To keep us 90-proof pacified and coiffed.
There's a financial incentive to claim COVID as the cause of death.
Billions to be gleaned from the mirage of vaccines and testing kits.
Amidst the chaos, they're burning books and breaking glass.
Acting like the spawn of nazis from the recent past.
They are so eager to shut us down and keep us down.
They want to maximize and prolong discomfort.
Discomfort fans the flames of revolt.
Just another coup attempt.
If this flu coup doesn't work.
There's yet another brewing in the
shadows of the left wing.
In the bonfires of November
You can bet on it.
The Avenue
it is a delight to get up early, say, six o'clock
the day smells fresh and the Avenue so busy at day time
looks comely and the many commercial banks look coy
as do the hair salons, nail bars and the yoga club.
it is is a wealthy neighbourhood, my wife cuts my hair
and she goes to a modest hairdresser in a part of the town
more modest.
Why I can´t understand is why people sleep so late
get up at ten when the best part of the day is over, dormant
under skeptical duvet breathing in the stale air
of slumber that has lasted too long.
Coffee is right in the morning I get mine at the petrol station
I drink my coffee and talk to no one
and the dogs taking their owner for a stroll have stopped
barking at me wagging of tails instead.
The playground gates are open
And folks can eat outdoors
In restaurants and bars, as well as
Shop inside of stores.
Salons and barbershops will make
Appointments for their cuts
But masks must be in place, of course,
No ifs or ands or buts.
Though offices may now begin
To welcome back their staff,
The occupancy at one time
Cannot be more than half.
The city’s slowly crawling back,
Yet normal it is not.
I guess we should appreciate
The “normal” that we’ve got.
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