The nice Samaritan meant well
but tended to wait
to hesitate
just long enough
to be too late to make
a real difference
and instead stood
and watched struck dumb
as the world went to shit
in a handcart
There are different classes of Samaritan. Not all are good or timely.
The riled route master and the hacked off hackney carriage weren't bothered by the boris bike, they simply barreled along the bus lane oblivious to the wobble, blind to the blindsided and bent on beating the amber to red, til they were halted by the growth factor of a chelsea tractor straddling lanes and field testing the choice of right or left and failing the screen test set by the sat nav giving opportunity to the swarm of office staffers snatching their chance and chancing their luck, dancing past with their fat chance of swiping in before nine and avoiding the chagrin of the boss who's been the bane of their short sojourn through the city of lost dreams, chance encounters, thin fortune and rushed hours. This is London.
Route Master = a London bus
Hackney Carriage = a black cab
Boris Bike = rentabike
Chelsea tractor = an oversized suv preferred by families who can afford Kensington & Chelsea
Written by R Kelly
As sung by Bonnie Prince Billy

I am a mountain
I am a tall tree
I am a swift wind
Sweeping the country

I am a river
Down in the valley
I am a vision
And I can see clearly

If anyone asks you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look them in the face and say

I am a giant
I am an eagle
I am a lion
Down in the jungle

I am a marching band
I am a people
I am a helping hand
I am a hero

If anyone asks you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look them in the face and say

I'm that mountain peak up high
I'm that star up in the sky
Hey I made it
I'm the world's greatest

I'm that little bit of hope
with my back against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest

In the ring of life, I'll reign, love
And the world will notice a king
From tbe movie Lean on Pete.
Did you see a tarnished surface
That made you look again
Was it reflected in the lyrics
In the anthem of the Thames

Was the traffic still diverted
Had the knowledge lost good men
Were women dry from crying
At the anthem of the Thames

Did you see the children drowning
Was the tide too high from rain
Were the barges towed in silence
Past the anthem of the Thames

Were the songs drowned out by shouting
Did the words turn boys insane
Did the drum beats beat past midnight
To the anthem of the Thames

Was it echoed through the arches
Did the shadows hide the stains
Did the wounded walk til morning
Through the anthem of the Thames

Will you still be here at day break
Do you claim this grey domain
Will you pray for restoration
Of the anthem of the Thames
The rhythm and structure of this came from some music in a movie, searching for Sugar Man. Once I got to line 4 of the first stanza the rest flowed.  Pardon the pun.
BTW The 'knowledge is a term used to described the exam black cab drivers need to pass to qualify to drive the iconic cab.  Sat nav seems to have replaced that hard won badge.
Steve Page Oct 4
All he was was cold
And all he held was gone
Every flake fell flat
And every step dragged on

All he said stayed silent
And all he felt was numb
Every tear was frozen
And every seal undone

All he'd dreamed had faded
And all he'd saved was spent
Every hope stayed distant
On this his last descent
Built on a stolen first line from the radio.
Steve Page Oct 3
All he was was cold...
So here's a friendly challenge for by buddies out there.  I stole a line from the radio - a too good to miss line that's crying out for a stanza or 2.  I'll add my words when I get them.  For now, over to you.
Steve Page Oct 2
I grin my stupid grin, noting the green flecks and the hard to get at strands of meat, relishing the deep booth, the just loud enough too loud music, the familiar smile dishing out the platters, the laughter of being the first to the shake and squeeze of the red not quite ketchup between my hands, the almost fit of the dripping burger in my mouth, leaving a lick of a stain on my lower lip and a longer lasting comfort blanket layered in my stomach from that meal and a half, once in a while treat of my family, sandwiched together and perfectly reflected in the wall mirror.
Childhood South East London memories.  Who knows how accurate they are.
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