Best Poems Written by Old Timer Rhymer

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Monstrously Machievellian

Demonic pedagogic

Ominously Orwellian

Demagogic logic 

Fools’ Musk-ovite mules

Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist

Dickensian dystopia rules

Google last post bugle 

Fossil fuels myopia drools

Bellicose Bezos blows

Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey

Unions demonstrate

Amazon defenestrate 

Hades Gates hierarchy

In the dock

Murdoch foxy skulduggery

Poxy TikTok runs amok

Crass puns..shock thuggery

This lot don't give a jot
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Bitter sh**ter Twitter

Greedier needier seedier

The death of mass media

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When the Inspector calls

Aren't many or any finer than Dan me ol mucker & china who now looks out for nightmare cooks or crooks making money off the books with rare meat on dirty hooks in filthy nooks but don't care want to give him a shiner for saying don't be hasty or cheat prepare pukka tasty tucker & succour...safe fayre to eat for every diner...


Owners booming hysteria at inspector criteria 

Kitchens so unclean like a war scene in Liberia

Zooming in you find they're grooming Listeria

Rightly fuming that it is blooming like wisteria


Hardly stellar told fella to have old mortadella

Rank covered in dank mould stank in the cellar

Dan who's a fan of Paul Weller is a fortune teller

Scores on doors stop more spores of Salmonella


Suss some are no faff or fuss a them & us schism

Despairing whiners cuss not caring about criticism

Cleanliness next to Godliness just an anachronism

Foolish witticism as diners get ghoulish botulism


Out of date food they buy deny do things on the fly

Just comply no treason and here’s the reason why

If duff stuff you season on the sly to try and get by

The Council’s the fall guy as folks do die from Ecoli


Hunch lunch or brunch scare dodgy ware of tupper

Owners get shirty but it’s so dirty can’t serve supper

Ask my man Dan this is not a masterplan to scupper

A public sector inspector would rather have a cuppa




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Country Pubs

Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..

Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. 

Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled jar..

Perch...parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church..

Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled..

Smug treacle toned thatch rugs hugs sturdy slabs.. shrugs..

Tugs tussling tree torn trusses and trestles....

Trumpets tradition.. crisp crumpets in flames..sedition flickering..

Like sassy strumpets calling each other names…playfully bickering..

Remember the surreal cast….gayfully ethereal echoes..

Beacons blush in the embers of the past..

Classy pubs dripping with polished pewter.. parochial paraphernalia…ballsy brass...

Crepuscular charms.  splinters splicing smokey shadows..

Wafting whispers.. across tobacco tinted tainted times..

Whistles whetted..quaffing…quenching ...cavorting with crannies..

Carousing with nooks naked in timber flannelled panels..

Canoodling on fecund bulbous bales farm foraged.. freshly fashioned...

Flirtatious follicle flicks....gurgling guffaws, raffish rascals' whisky whimsy..
 
Courting curious covens..sporting prosecco cackle cacophonies.

As sons become dad..in turn perched with their lad..

Lady lawyer betwixt a pimpled tyro…local employer, bumpkin on the giro..
 
Museums of marvels.. hoodwink misplaced metaphors.. 

Laced with a house pour of moreish memories of before..

That without impunity the nub of a pub..

The bar.. a community hubbub hub..

Gracious Landladies…loquacious Landlords..

Sagacious stars...near and far..

We raise our jar.

For our home from home..

A public house..

Ta..




Copyright © Old Timer Rhymer | Year Posted 2025

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Blizzard Wizard

To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned..

That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingling..slivers of mulled wine mingling shivers..oh and..shed loads of snow..

You know it is nature's calling card...as the bleached flurries hurriedly dart. ...shards of frosty farts falling hard....

Slippery slurries beached...frippery start to beseeched.. billow wisps like waspish wafts of blossoming willow.. 

Chuffed to see a lush plush pillow..fluffed...puffed..buffed..kept aloft from mush.. with crystals soft..silky..stuffed

A natural ebb and flow gush...a smattering...then a rush...splattering to and fro.. 

Winter’s web.. gleaming coats of teeming white bright light beaming notes...

Dreams of fairies schemes….streams across mystic moats..dairy prairies floats...

Scoops of snowy soup spills..stoops and swoops…down the hills..droops off daffodil troops..

Everything swathed..bathed in wintry tiding...the sodden sky pours... hints of sly footprints trodden hiding…

Huddling crystal clusters grasping.. riding..gliding…deciding detours…

Blizzard wizard’s rasping rally…cuddling..clasping.. contours of the valley floor..

Last post gong of our winter host boast.. sounds like a love song..

In this Proustian getaway... adore the festooned foray..

Marooned yet cocooned…this wild hideaway soon shunning..

Being wreathed in bleakly stunning cunning.. 

Turns back to being shrouded..sheathed in meekly clouded mild...

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Rhyme but no Reason for Treason Silly Season

Damn it the planet’s on fire
Concerning..right down to the wire
Burning on its funeral pyre spire

I’m for turning.. where’s the messiah?
A heavenly choir…so we can aspire
That learning will finally inspire
An endless yearning desire
Of spurning this friendless quagmire

Discerning things are rather dire
Churning of the palaver and ire
Mother nature does surely tire
Should be the crier & trier
Of another returning frequent flyer
Corporate pariah..or so called high flier
 
Deranged global warming denier
You can tell its hotter...getting dryer
The climate’s changed.. you liar
Mining anything shining..find a buyer

All about earning..will just retire
With their bounty…a comfy county squire
Or dicey fiscal rascal friar
Got devious egregious previous & prior
Pampered dining on pricey lobster & samphire

Us out of luck..stuck in the muck & mire
Tampered temperatures soaring higher
But no ruck ..chuck the entire earth in the fryer
They’ve scampered…we’re hampered in the briar  
Does appall …no truck with their gall…yet remain a complier
Insane what they pluck.. yet we all still call them “Sire”

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Sprung is Springing

Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…

Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...

Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..

Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...

Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..

Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...

Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...

Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...


Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…

Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..


Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..

Middle class mowed manicured marvels..

Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....

Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs

Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..

The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...

A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..

An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..

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Damn it this is our planet!

Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe
(flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up)


"In this place we all call home
Monstrously Machiavellian
Doesn’t have to be 
Islands of strangers
Ominously Orwellian
Tribal totems & talismans tome
Demagogic
Or
Pedagogic logic
Instead could still see
Rangers free from dangers roam
Embraces spaces for all races & faces
Riffs not tiffs with what ifs
Fracking probe..ransacking the globe
Attacking our cerebral lobe
Saluting high falutin polluting.. evolution?
The earth burns as it turns..on its axis
Heed the greed creed..poleaxes 
Pay your taxes?
Plead to feed those in need 
One man struggles while another relaxes
The solution…revolution?
Oceans just toxic potions
Due to noxious notions
Wary of the lairy scary Dairy Fairy
Much as I try.. won’t lie
Can hear that guy..Jamiroquai cry
Emergency on planet earth!
Red herring or derring do or die
Demonstration or veneration of deforestation
Placards do the hard yards versus lanyards 
Deny or defy.. scorched turf?
What’s it worth?
Torched by the debauched
Wince..since birth a serf?
Log in to your singed noggin
They’ve binged..impinged
In the middle of a fiddle & diddle riddle
Damn it this is our planet
Taking the piddle
Avarice hubris bliss
In this place we all call home"

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Virat Kohli

Virat..never ersatz..fat cat with the bat

Look at record book stats in every format

Kerching bling King of tats

Vicious & pernicious in the ring

Kohli kidology methodology thing


Tit for tat..spit for spat

Bit of chit chat

Never ending..mind bending

No caveat..rat a tat tat

Doff your hat & all that

Could only be Virat


Parting platitude ”walking away with a heart full of gratitude”

Could fashion such passion..imbued and renewed..never did ration

Corking rude feud dude..talking..baulking

Stalking..attitude at any altitude or latitude


Memes about teams’ dreams out of kilter

Holy moly Kohli pout filter

Helter skelter belter..propensity for intensity & immensity

Willow Warlock at war

Shock & awe scores

Another blinding

Spellbinding run cascade

No dull lull draws

Just rapturous encores

Flayed and slayed by his masterly blade


Virat keeps composure despite heaps of exposure

Chiku knew he's in full view

Media..film crew queue

Leader but still one of the boys

Poise..no coy ploys.. despite the noise

Petulant up for the fight

Game reader..always right

Never reluctant to be truculent

Intransigent,belligerent yet diligent

Gifted superstar lifted the bar

No one else on a par


Move over for the incandescent

Luminescent…iridescent supernova

Going toe to toe with any foe

Standing proud…gung ho


Stealth in rude health..feathers ruffles

Scuffles and kerfuffles with the crowd

Even sometimes himself..out loud


Big hitter knew India had to get fitter

Their fanatical flair babysitter

Unique freak..demanding..technique and physique

The script..lets get ripped..or reprimanding

No more whim vim but vigour

Hustle..muscle & bustle in every tussle

The trigger...some gym rigour


Could not be clearer...end of magic era

Fans' Peter Pan Talisman of Elan

No-one would a tragic badger hold dearer


Kohli.. first one man band brand

Stopping Tests flopping..becoming bland.

Virat gave the oldest format a hand

Craved...saved and raved about his fave

Both mentor and depraved grand tormentor

As planned ...grandstand the Kohli brand


In the frame engraved as top

Hall of fame name

In the most beloved sort

Of this glorious sport


Have we seen…has there ever been

Fatter stat cat..old school yet new cool batter

Viral Virat spiral

Tribal bible revival & survival

Which no-one can rival 


The game's ultimate mad hatter  




  

Copyright © Old Timer Rhymer | Year Posted 2025

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Test cricket is the true start of the English summer

Has been a concern more than a bit of a bummer after months of the dumber & dumber IPL drummer couldn’t be glummer did discern my heart did desperately yearn for Test Cricket’s return and the true start of the English summer..


“Endless spell of hell fanned with pointless strand of “IPL” brand

Fascination with the same same machination.. don’t understand

Aversion to lame tame perversion of game they sell it’s so bland

Fell don’t feed gobby corporate lobby creed.. their greed banned

Stuck in a rut more windows shut tut tut but glut will still expand

Pray tell underhand coercion we plead indeed needs to be canned

Test veneration for deeds seeds sow grow in generation spanned

Still the longest format old hat damned like cricketing contraband

Hall of Fame heed lend a hand or best sort of our sport’s panned

Don't whine if for folklore you pine must draw a line in the sand

Not T20 farce but timeless class and your members pass scanned

No obituary atmosphere soaking and stroking my pituitary gland

Plenty more days of play encore holds sway.. bar dutifully manned

Raise a glass & use a comfy cushion for your ar*e.. getting tanned

Dad & his lad peruse grand views and hues from pews in the stand

No ruse planned muse evoking a beautifully green & pleasant land”  

  








Copyright © Old Timer Rhymer | Year Posted 2026

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How do we stop AI slop

Why is it such a big deal to be an avaricious & pernicious alligator and just steal from every creator use all our data and turn even the meek & mild into a wild hater...


"How do we stop the lavatorial plop plop of AI slop

Cull the new crop an arch oligarch march to the top

No behavioural fop to an algorithm making you strop


Don’t be a sop to a pack who hijack a stack on the hop

Pander to your dander by knowing how you do shop

When you gander…. propaganda & slander they drop


This laboratory of hateful oratory is what we all cop

Cohorts sport.. escorts all sorts.. come on chop chop 

All about the economy give woke folks a lobotomy op


Forgotten besotten rotten dot com bubble did pop  

Impropriety no jobs swap entirety of society will flop

Social media greedier needier seedier stronger gallop


So how do we stay dry of sh*t from on high this AI slop

To stop bottom feeder sly lie then no longer be the mop"

  
 



 





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