I do subtractions additions and multiplications
every day
but it doesn't mean I remember all the Mathematics tutors
I'd ever had.
Go figure.........hahaha

Because
I'm worth it

it's a no-brainer
simples does as simples know

And I see the civilisation
and benign order
where millions of all hues
coexist humanely
without a gun in plain sight
yet instant help
if clouds ever gets hot and dark

And I see smiling people
a joke never far
and things and many places
exactly as stated
rolling roads with no cracks
pay your money
and get the service you seek

And I see eateries and cafes
clean airy and open
warm saloons round the corner
a choice of drinks await
and there's always a pal at the bar
a chin wag and a laugh
bon homie and we'll meet again mate

And I see orderly market places
and shops piled high
foods n wares from all over the globe
in morn noon or dusk
no bars or security grill a camera watches
a polite exchange and you go
live and lets live is our way of life

And I see parks and green fields
oaks willows cedars pines
carpets of shimmering greeneries
hedges and poppy fields
bluebells and daffodils rabbits n squirrels
horses in fields and cows grazing
idyllic countryside with cottages and barns

And I see I see this sceptered isle
and hear Jerusalem in hearty chorus
in prideful history
of the people by the people for the people
and I do not see a gun
I've never been near seen or held a real gun
because this is
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

insular
concept
birth in
limited
vista of
purported
influence
devoid of
objectivity
of wide
focus or
lived
experience
intellect or
understanding
from the all
cats are grey
kindergarten
where only
clouds and
ivories and
clowns in
colonial
pointy hats
knows best

The academic exercise feelings
rooted in they want to play lets see
when truths call in early doors
he saw the vanity of ignorance in bloom
not knowing me but knowing you
I could find no organic seeds
and painting roses by number bores me
if perchance an artisan calls
I have seen masterpieces and would know
copies in oil do not hang well
Mona Lisa invokes emotion anytime you look
that portrait did not live up
it pleases indifference on any given
time of day

and thou, in waning smiles
carries the leavened heart oozing
noiseless lamentations
like a fakir atoning for riches unknown
buried in desert storms
rampant and fifty moments from an oasis

for in the golden rays of brightness
sirocco gust untendered skins
smothering and smutting
in glades you beg to harvest true
yet in vivid echoes
kissing barren soils in puerile wilderness

the songs of yester sing for jesters
and the shuffle dance in legless amour
is less than a day's trade
which you sell to resell for profitless gain
as you flounder in waves
the talk of the talk of all and here and there
in mind knowing it could have been
the best of times
for it was for just a little while