Don't need clues
Who lit the fuse
Of Soho's Blues
No old codgers
No bother bodgers
No dodgy lodgers
Just Oisin Rogers
And tax dodgers
Want it to be bland
Class not brass band
Just like the Strand
But any proper city
Needs a bit of shi*ty
Can't be too pretty
Needs a bit of gritty
So would be a pity
Don't throw in the towel
The midnight howl
Needs cheek by jowl
Seeds a bit of foul
Feeds owl on the prowl
So don't let it be panned
Our cult adult wonderland
That is the Soho brand
Miss Soho so
Not mellow
Was boho
Upstairs window
Pants yo-yo
Get lucky
The motto
Rants bellow
Gung ho
Plucky lotto
If in the know
Will bestow
Mucky grotto
For any fellow
Place to go
Get blotto
Neon glow
Carnal show
But do crow
Lost its mojo
Does blow
Miss Soho so
Water circulates somewhere in the US
Where rain isn't left to condense,
To well, like life leaves space for time.
I'm fanning my hands on a street in
London, Soho, where we never went
But an unplaceable conversation is in the tides of heat, one that spoke of Her.
I decided I needed something disposable -
A balloon-buoy swayed with an unease that carries -
Eyes that make mothers cross the road.
I bought one and he gave me two more, haggled, too hot to... fight. Paid, left with this in my hand.
On the bridge. Wish I had a weight.
It's a pain to hold but I don't want to watch my money sweep past Big Ben and the disgustingly scenic city scape.
Water circulates like these e-bikes.
Round the pre-plotted roads -
I think of the Romans, dead in the ground.
There's probably a few still in the Thames.
Death feels so historical.
We discovered clouds that hold rain forever.
I have everything in my pocket.
Within arms
Reach
In this dirty old city that never sleeps at all
West End walking looking 'round for thrills
West End talking meeting all the girls
lights come up as the sun sinks under
East End spending money comes and goes
East End bending breaking all the rules
bright lights blaze on the avenues
dark alley doings going on too
back streets side streets circus or square
striptease sordid Soho sleaze
trains in the underground resound in the air
don't get me wrong like the river life rolls on
opportunities are there ~ there for the taking
never mind another grey rainy day
possibilities are there ~ there for the making
you can't win unless you make your play
London town never lets me down
It was all about a grim,
Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night
In Hithergreen,
London’s belching south,
Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and
In the silence of grieving mornings . . .
Bulbous clouds bleeding with strained oomph
Would stir the ingravescence of patented ills.
The trains always come railing!
Railing loud and silly
Like heathen bandits with no shame.
But before such mornings,
A half-distilled liquored, low-brewed
Evening caused me tears
When I chopped onions.
A spruced up harlot was coming to dinner
By the way!
Oh, yes, from London’s bleached Soho,
Venue for awesome sex.
I may have forgotten to tell you, brother,
But through the insistence on cutting further deep,
There it stood!
Ilse Koch!
An old character!
She piled up arms against ashen flesh,
Fomenting tears to rain down on the faces of many.
And with each stare,
I asked for permission to be laconic
Just to preserve the dews
Of the heated stove near the chimney of an
Age-battered window of a grey, frazzled winter night.
London’s districts
Cricklewood, Greenford, and Edgware are nice districts of London; I lived there
Amazing moments, times, and emotions all of them. Wembley is my residence
Lovely nights, rainbow times, Wembley, and other districts gave me a great life
Lovely daily moods, amazing night desires, and colors, people, ladies, night lights
Oh, decadence! Why do you love me so much? How do I say thank you for my life?
Oh, decadence! Thank you for being my friend, and for all the unforgettable night moments
London’s districts, there are more magnetic places here, I love them. London’s dreams
London’s dream? No, it is a dream from London, ask for the photos, all are mine.
London, Central London, Westminster, Soho, Covent Garden, I love all of them.
Night
Life
London
I
Love
London
~ aka 'Better Duck' ~
‘Goose-a-Go-Go’ opened in Kokomo
Fans demanded it move to Chicago
A resounding success, luv
We expected no less of
A strip-teasing platypus from Soho
.
pissssssssst
kisssst
in the a.m.
on Noel St. Soho
lisssssst:
Traveler'z Checks
Brolly
(;}
The richness of life, its most intimate associations
are shared with a partner
as the smiles shine through and the laughter breaks out
yes, the Grand Canyon may be the perfect backdrop
but so may be a nifty dark little alley in the heart of Soho...
and when the tears well up in our eyes, it matters not
that Niagara Falls is in front of us, or whether we're on a park bench
somewhere
recalling loved ones who've stumbled and fallen prey to mortality
because the bond between us is unshakeable and without it
we can no longer imagine pressing on with this road trip we call Life
Nights infusion
bleary eyed rivals
in Soho tweed
Pharaohs joke was here
Denim clad oxymorons
with spotlight eyes
Archways lean close
as sticks befuddle
their spark of epiphany
A jewelled silence
captures the gangsters in silhouette
Freaks five a penny
prolapse the night
The unknown and the famous
the Entrepreneur.
The working class the homeless
the rich and the poor.
The weird the misfits
the wise and the fools.
All nations all genders
I've embraced one and all.
Every faith all religions
different cultures and beliefs.
Soho square in London
Is my haven of peace.
i saw you i saw you
shameless thieves ebony hoods
smirking in the night
June 1, 2020
1:15am PST
Poem#1,311
Poet's Notes : Soho is an exclusive shopping center in NYC
I kept telling my sister, please find a guitar-loving man if you can.
She thought it was hilarious, and was not a big fan.
She found a man in SoHo and fell madly in love.
Thought he had been put in her path by the good Lord above.
They dated for months before the rest of us met him.
Come on down to Florida, I said. Let’s see if he can swim.
My husband and I are sitting on the beach when they arrive.
On a scale of ten, this new guy had a nine when I watched him dive.
I knew almost the second they walked up the sandy wobbly path
That he was the one, for I adored how he made my sister laugh.
He opened up a bag, took out a ukulele, winked and began to sing.
No doubt now that heaven had made him my sister’s future king.
We had the best time on that Florida beach, entertaining each other.
Best of all, they are married now, and I get to call him brother.
Our youngest sister is the only one single woman in the family.
But we are in no hurry for her to marry for she is only twenty-three.
A girl in Soho named Millie
Was hanging around for Willy
John Dough came along
But something was wrong -
Trust Millie to Piccadilly!
Hey let´s form a band
You can be red Rodney
I´ll be elvin jones
Let´s meet in soho
Let´s go steal books
From foyles
Like in the old days
Let´s run until we can´t
& laugh until we faint
It´s all we have now
Punch a cop in the face
& offer him a handkerchief
As big as a field
A field with a bull
We can pat on the nose
I wish all picnics
Were a break on time
& the stars could tap
Our shoulders
In consolation
Ha!
Let´s perform a dance
A sad little dance
A possible & unfortunate
Dance
All we have now is what?
A remote control
To change the colour
Of the milky way?
Language?
Stones?
Dice?
The rutted tracks
Of roman chariots
So let´s form a band
& make sour music
Maybe not this week
But soon
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