Down Sidcup, they are planning mind games
without a safety net for me
We are hot desking
during  a railroad strike
and have a muddling southeastern rail service to boot!
We are going the long way to work
London Bridge is being redeveloped
The tension is brewing like a bout of cholera
We are being punished for events
outside our control.
Its the survival of the fittest
the most local win
But some of us are tadpoles
out of our depth

What kind words can we use?
Kindly years  Kindly Sir, Kindly dream?
Where there is no kindness
there is only referment

The ordinary never forgetting days
slips through my palms
like salted brine

After the rain
a pale anemone shies
over the convenient ashes of remorse
yet dreams are for losers
and waylaid journeymen

reeling ruffled
she puts her hands in her head
and recounts
the streets once offered fascination
but she prefers off road
the dark seclusion of the glades
has given her a new desire

She realises what the night is for
love has set the wheels of motion
the change perfectly formed
There was much ovation

The Prima donna was abrupt
she said she didn't want to be
part of any wherewithal
but needed a firm base on the dance floor
She's lost the noble art of conversation,
a glance in the armory of mercurialness

Restless in her heart of hearts
The streets are designed for a thrill
She needed a hero
strictly some kind of
game of chance
in a heartbeat

Shadows of Spring
Your silhouette plies with the coming morning
I'd like to sing from memory
Take it easy, watch how you go
Wake up to the sunny retinue
A few dewdrops in the rain
Turn and hit the Road, West
Come and sing songs with me
I like the illusion in your face

My E Bay purchase SL D303 sprang to life
( for a few joyous months)
Springs replaced once
and the second time, it died like a swan,
no spare parts!
Soon it burnt into the pocket
Suburban luggage of a layered kind
alongside my vinyl collection
cant always trust dependability

When she was rested
she said life doesn't have to be a tragedy
I can show you what the night is for
Love doesn't have to be a pony ride
Unwade yourself
surrender to the swim
Your God is when shadows are present
across the dancing floor
in a state of infatuation
I blissfully agreed

Sunday morning comes hoovering
Who needs their soul saved
Some would rather **** their socks
Father cried last night
Salt tears reeling from non redemption
Vicar was not too pleased
He still blessed his congregation

Sunday morning
What use are you
laying on your fat *****
whose flock needs repairing
Hard wired Conscience!

Down Sidcup they are planning mind games
without a safety net
We are hot desking
whilst under a railroad strike
We are going the long way to work
London Bridge is being redeveloped
The tension is brewing like a bout of typhoid
We are being punished for events
outside our control.
Its the survival of the fittest
the most local win
But some of us are tadpoles
out of our depth

October morning are you up to the task?
Who needs their trousers repaired?
Is the tailor up to  scratch?

Mothers and their daughters incessantly arguing
They've got lifelines on their aprons!
Old Man Lenin spoke of the epoch of change!
still, he blessed the rain.
Robin on the pitched fork
Rebekkah's still shimmering
Is the soil heating before the fall?
October Morning what use are you?
when you come so sheepishly

I want you to see the envy in my eyes
Let us go to the hotels of the night
Everything is a hidden rosette
Heaven is a paragraph
Take me to your leader
And then I will transcribe,
unraveling the hotel's lights

The  blueish pond recedes
in the dark shade of the trees
A swan lies dying
A solitary bird mourns alone

Dusky city lights
The homeless ply their cardboard
All is not firmament in this town
The shells of half erected buildings
Barricaded shop fronts
pending yesterday’s dreams
Take me from wild places
There is no hero to gaze at
The Magpies screech at the Robins eggs
and the town is Menacing again
lamenting the countenance

Matchless in Savannah
without an ignition spark
like a giant matzo ball impending your exit
I never quite liked the act
First, you like me
then on the first flimsy pretext
you upset yourself
me not reading in fiction or
believing in little angel helpers,
hardly aided moi chances
It is shrill in Outer space
The shrouds of tidings aren't very close

Never take the past for granted
Teletext scores at TV Rental Window shop
for Saturday 4.45 results
Queues as long as sentences
Then to a night showing at the Scala Cinema
With an impromptu black cat at your lap
and cans of Dutch lager
for false courage
Then a breeze trip to Bradford
inspired by the movie
Bob Sue and Rita too
Breakfast at Manningham Lane
and a Kylie Minogue cassette
at a musical market fair.

The boy has caught me early spring
by the fireside we sojourn
Ain't got no hired limousine
no imagination for the road
The boy caught me singing
harmoniously undercover
Handsome  brown eyes
will reappraise me yet
Like a fiery fire
I'm going down big easily.
Got love to share
and an abundance of hope
Come and see me
like a bird in my tree
at my place

Another Autumn reigns,
cold metal blue,
Evergreen Matador steps out again
looking for his Bravo Toro.
Stroppy Labrador,
surrounding you with love.
Spirits having flown,
with the Northern star.
Portly headmasters blunt with scorn.
Ravenous Ravens a plenty,
fill the void

Half of your toil
has been good to you
Asunder my blunders
What a scream
All the hues of grasses
entails with all this time
With your mystical polaroids
is it fun beneath the sky?
A kiss of fiery
a twilight of dreams
all my blunders

Caught in November
Troubadors sing their hearts out
Surround me evermore
Spirits caught in castle ruins
Frangipani wait to hark
Poppy dogs with sheepish eyes
lost in the dark
Happy as a jester in Lincolnshire fayres
Dragons Tooth flowering late
Ordinariness dressed in leitmotifs

What a friend we have in time
all the gifts to be foretold
I have seen the Northern star
from an alleyway
and chased the phrases lined from your lips
and ushered each syllable
We can make a reason for laughter
but if you go, alias
like a dried leaf
floating neigh  on the riverbed
I have only one wish
like a falling teardrop
to wake at nine
coffee in bed with you

They've taken away my mojo
Besmirched my living rhythm
The colors have run dry
one and one make three
Is there a catchment area?
Is there anybody to help me?

Autumn Days
stirring like moldy leaves
I have become a discounted man
Who will tend my overgrown garden?
I was brought to my knees
as I ran out of time
Why must everything fade away?

Nobody cares but me
Soaring on the air
were trees higher than the breeze
Did it spiral away?
Could you hear it?
Somewhere on the line
I lost all track of time!

You're all alone
childlike tendencies
You're at the bottom of the barrow
you need to help yourself
but if you can't take the gamble

Backbeat the weather is hot
Sometimes I feel like the desert
it's enough to drive you to the sand

Muntjac deer sipping from the river
wild marigolds shimmering in the early light,
cast off the debris and prestige your head!
Cajolement  is its own spectacle
as a trickle of light shines
The Darkness dances staccato in its own accord
Between the silence and dew  lingers truth

Suitcase with grief
Credible April rains
Spring so near
yet so far away.
With the greenfly and spider over my coat
Looking for lasting relations
Could have been a hero
But I've lost my place
Right or wrong.
If I had only known Elvis Presley

Come hither
Autumn folly
Lost foible sensations
Return my fate
as I once knew.
I can get no rest
Bring my life back to me!
cause I need a friend.

Dancing faces in a crowd
but it had to be you
cuddling the light from dark
affording serenity
(chase a star catch a cloud)
We are everything positive
because we are in the making
Fulham Queenie
cast your shawl
winning her bid
for a Croydonite
no more uncertainties

Franca  built her Fulham EMpire
selling her vintage clothes
This old poet is infatuated
with my very own Saint Assisi
Whilst chain smoking
she's
thinking about the goodness in others
Professing rarefied wisdom
She's a Scrumptious friend.
when  the internet
attends her company

The sublime was playing sax
as super creep waddled into town
with ill matching socks

The Fruiterers had overfed this
fine young man
into a well-figured gent

The Cigar dropped its ashes
forever figuratively,
pumping his diesel
for a Mercedes experience -
cruising on the top


The Summer Party
Why'd and what'd
they sought LIBERTY
their feet dancing
to the final whistle

Croydon
You ask me
how I should feel there are 14 vacant
closed shops in Croydon?.

A town that presides
over its last boom and bust
isn't worthy.
Still  The Councils "Brick by Brick"
the culprit
lays bankrupt
No management buyout yet!
as the rest of central Croydon
mushrooms not in office blocks,
but living quarters,
for the overpriced town center,
the middle class
who won't help footfall,
as they still buy online,
further depressing the same again
And the town is a big gush
with the wind and dust battering it.

Hayley the coach said it's alright being an introvert,
believe me, I'm one myself!
her smile was like warm confetti!
generally, you need a tab leader!
to draw them in
for your important first impression profile intro,
self-aggrandizement is the highest order!
"Fun-loving person seeks partner in crime"
although avoid cliches.
Instead of "I like walks",
"I love London Midnight ambles"
We've spent an eon down casting ourselves
but Hayley is spreading the new religion,
be an everyday legend.

You still need your head wrapped
around initial ill apt responses
HI Yi!
and how have you coped with COVID?
You need a rear guard retort to answer
Funster seeks a new vista!
offer her scrambled eggs!.

Never had a first date request!
much prefer the slower approach
66.5% surveyed no follow up required
Ask about social distancing
and if a first date hug is okay
were still in the 2020s
consent must be freely given
Love below the sky, still
safety sought.

Quebec  as plighted as a star
your unclaimed  luggage is nearby
in  nearly new corrugated  blocks,
brimming by the wayside.
Playing hide and seek
with stolen identity cards
making sure the hinterlands
wont find you

Amnesty  bellies up
as natural greed follows it course,
in semi darkness we stumble
remembering yesterdays seemed  gentler
Justice is reconstructed by keyboard warriors
Where is the balance of kindness
instead of your induced dystopia

Glimpses of oxeye daises,
crestfallen fawn limping,
milk shine on gorse,
bleaching sunlight
morning crucible patterns,
fields of spent acorns,
on sandy loam.

I  am mirth,merriment
you are the solemn sackcloth of
misery

They've wrecked the  illusion
that's towns are bastillions
made to last
instead they are monopoly money spinners
where building booms become bust
and rents dry up

They've wrangled the economy
now they go for the soul
Queens'  gardens future  design is allusive
as the scarlet pimpernel

I remember bee hives  next to the tax office
now its a busy builders yard
so  with investment goes ecological *******


The omens are ominous maybe the Tories can do better

These are the things I remember, well
The raising clouds over the smokey hill
into the Natal Moon
where the Boer sharp shooter
plies his  *** shot luck at us,
Rooi Necks  over the ridge
and we drink in mirth
surviving another capricious  Summer

you are the poet
the mirror to my soul
you're  like a beacon
that lights up my life
your words are a gift from Heaven

i am the proud pond
you are the ocean
our worlds cross a tortuous  route
I am the mottled web
you are the hinterland
mighty when expressed
through the seasons we endure

my wife tells me Lady Bird Johnson
was a woman of reknown
until she career blighted Catwoman meow!
She had a problem recognizing people had a difference of opinion into Nam
Eartha orders her own taxi
water under the bridge for Lady Bird

you are the poet
the mirror to my soul
you're  like a beacon
that lights up my direction
your words are a gift from Heaven

The midday dog schemes and dreams
meanwhile my neighbourhood is so dim
not a scivvy to wash a dish
or a calico cat to fufill a wish

the black widow schemes
Her bony finger outlives
the crest fallen soldiers

She comes in colours
blowing the wind for her cares
Everyday is the same
a reign without a brace
satin laces for her hero

judge not the winner
respect whomever advises you
find a salvo to overshot your neighbours Leylandii,
spill not an undeserved droplet of  blood.

i stand by the wind, stirring eddys
in the river
I proclaim I am unloved,
a penny not to rub together,
tomorrows my birthday
and all my Delphininuims have faded.

i am the whisperer
that travels around
Gadfly is what im accused of
like a bee
in your cochlea like sanctum
this is my swansong.

I talk to the trees
but the wind won't listen
I am the late man
without reason;
a rekindled spirit
with enough pride
to outlast your sufference.

a man cries 365 days a year
for want of his daily touch of peach
But im a prickerly pear
breed to be immune from male guilt
but if youre nice im soft inside

Lilly is different from other girls
her black cat
has something of the night
Lilly doesnt care about her figure
shes size 10 and knows no better
as for dates she rather eat one

The clown stares at me
his war paint is as Thursday as Tuesday
His tired eyeballs orbits through my head
although he is more content to hide into his shadows
afraid of what I may know.
Do people like him.