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Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Once, the summer sun will rise in London
Like the half of the Ge meets the other half.
Like a magic by the Lamp of Aladdin
The love flame hidden in the chest lits out!

Like a blooming rose in a glowing beam of light,
Like a smiling face speaks a gentle word,
Like a beautiful sunrise colour in the first light!

The summer in London will pop and sizzle
We will see a threshold in our land.
The rose for a while is tucked away
Off the winter and is given to the sun
Winter is not forever spring is on the corner
Come back in the sun with the early bird
Before Cinderella takes on the primrose path.

Keeping an eye on a thriller is in the winter’s field
Oozy ozone misty land gets a gingerly seasoning
What on earth will it strike, will it dish out?
Ah, the sun will pop out like a river breeze.

Like a southern song singing on a dream scene.
a smooth fairy dance facing the Moon
a thrill of exposing Stonehenge once and for all
a melodious raindrop in the serene pond
a butterfly dance on the rose
a turned on tall tale of the blue peacock
Like a pure belief in heaven without a pinch of salt!
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
Steve Page Oct 2018
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 Borough lost good men
Were mothers 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
This is my lament for London and its lives lost.
Big Virge Aug 2014
(Pt. III)

After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
  
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)  

Well …… They've made ....
A ... " REALLY " ... Good Start … !!!!!
  
They've Shot ... A Brazilian ... ?!?
  
Straight through ... His Heart ... !!!
  
Of course ….  " Those Words " ...
are ... NOT ... Quite Right … !!! ? !!!
  
He was ... SHOT ...
... FIVE TIMES ….. !!?!!
At ... Point Blank Range … !!!!!
  
They got ... " REAL CLOSE " … !!!
Putting ... Guns in his face … !!!!!!
  
They CLAIMED ...
  
"He had a bomb !" …
  
But Alas ...
  
They got it ... WRONG ... !?!
  
They made a ... " Slight Mistake " … !!!
  
Well ... " Apologies " ...
Won't ... Mean a lot ...
when friends are at ...
  
….. HIS WAKE ..... !!!!! …..
  
There is a ...
  
" PROBLEM " ... here ... !!!
  
They've given the ... ALL CLEAR ...
For Policemen ... to ...
  
... “SHOOT TO ****” … !?!
  
SO ….
" Who now  " … Has To Fear ... !?!
  
Is it ... " WHITES " ... ???
  
It would seem ... NOT ... ?!?

“It’s Muslims and,
The other lot !”
  
The ... " OTHER LOT " ... !?!
means ... those Like ... " Me " ...
  
Young Black Men ...
on ... London Streets ...
  
So much for us ...
Being ... FREE ... ?!!!?
  
" Freedom " ... NOW ...
is .... " Obsolete " ....
  
Those with ... " Colour " ...
WILL ... Now See ...
  
Much more of ......
Those ... " NICE POLICE " ... !!!!!
  
Those who work ...
for these ... MP's
  
Who ......
Claim to ... " REGRET " ...
Such ... " TRAGEDIES " ...
  
But still ..." WON’T CHANGE " …
Their ... " Policies " ... ?!!!? ...
  
This is now ...
A ... " Horrid Time " ... !!!!!
cos' ... words like ... " These " ...
May be ... " Defined " ... ??? …
As ….. ” INCITEMENT ” …..
When it's just ... " Rhyme " ...
  
This ... " it seems " ...
is ... " Their Design " ...
  
Pay ... " CLOSE ATTENTION " …
to the ... " Following Lines " ...

“We wil imprison, or, deport !
Anyone attacking, the values of The West !"
  
That's … " Lord Falconer " ...
Our … Lord Chancellor ... …
  
He'll bring ... DISTRESS … !!!
to me .... " I guess " .... ?
  
for things ... I say ...
Against ... " THE WEST " …
  
Like ... " Freedom of Speech " ...
will soon be .... " DEAD " .....
  
Now ... I Don't own ...
A ... " Bullet-Proof Vest " ... !!!
  
But ...
Who needs one ... !?!
when they're ...
Aiming at ... HEADS ... !!?!!
  
Instead of ... " Arms " ...
or ... BETTER STILL ... " Legs " ... !!!
  
These people are ...
Humanitys' ... “ DREGS ” … !!!!!
  
Their ... " TERROR LAWS " …..
are like ... ” FISHNETS ” .… !?!
with .....  " NO FISH " ..… !!!!?!!!!
  
But ….. ” HUMAN DEAD ” ….. !!!
  
What they say ...
Makes me … UPSET … !!!
  
” Muslim ” … THIS … !!!
and  … ” Muslim ” … THAT … !!!
  
I’m ... NO MUSLIM ... !!!
That's a ... FACT ... !!!
  
Of course it's ... WRONG ... !!!
to ... " Suicide Bomb " .... !!! …
  
But ... " Two Wrongs " ...
Don't make things ... Right ... !!!
  
We're in ... DARK TIMES …
Without ... " Much Light " … !!!
  
When ... ALL WE DO ...
is ... " Incite Fights " ... ?!?
  
Just because of .....
  
” STEREOTYPES ” … !?!
  
This is why ....
Innocents ... will die ...
  
Tears will ... " Flow " ...
while many ... CRY … !!!
  
Tears of ..... " SADNESS " …..
from this ... " MADNESS " ....
  
MADNESS ... On ...
Your TV Screens ...
  
MADNESS ... On ...
Our City Streets ...
  
Madness ... that ...
Will slowly ... " Creep " ...
  
YES …..
Close to ... You ... !!!
  
And ...
Close to .... Me .... !!!!
  
Don't ... DISMISS ...
cos' you've been ... " Missed " ...
  
At ... ANY TIME ...
You ... Could get ... HIT … !
  
by a ... Policeman ...
who holds a ... GUN ... !!!
and has the ... " OK " ...
to ... Make You ... RUN ... !!!!!
  
Just like ... “ REDNECKS ” ...
Run from ..... “ SUN ” ….. !!!!!
  
Or ... I Do ... from ...
  
..... ” RACISM ” ..... !!!!!!
  
That's something .....
I’ve Always ... ” SHUNNED ” … !!!!!
  
because I like ...
This Word ... HUMAN ... !!!!!
  
If you ... Shoot Me ...
with a .... " Gun " ....
  
When I Bleed ....
It's ... BLOOD ... that runs ... !!!
  
KILLING …… is ……
  
NO ……. SOLUTION …….. !!!!!!
  
They've just ... KILLED ...
Somebody's ... SON ... !!!!!
  
That's what comes from ...
Using .... GUNS .... !!!!!
  
NEEDLESS DEATHS …..
  
Rise like ... " The Sun " ...
While Peace Now ... " Sinks " ....
  
Into ... " OCEANS " ...
  
This ain't making ....
Life ... " Much Fun " ...
  
Actually .....
I'm getting .... ” VEX ” ..... !!!
  
cos' ... I’m thinking ...
  
Maaaaannnnnnnnnnn ……..
  
WHO’S NEXT ….. ? !!!!!!!!!! ?
People, as much as it seems,
disconnected from, the 7/7 attacks.
One should recognise,
  
The ****** of Jean Charles De Menezes ...
  
Yeah ... Remember Him !!!
  
R.I.P.
  
It's CLEAR.
  
whether you believe, 7/7 was a Muslim,
Islamist attack, or not ?
  
What  has transpired since,
has shown that Terrorist actions,
are not something that, Muslims
have total ownership of ...............
  
Hate, leads to terror, and
******, is an act of ... TERRORISM.
Peter B Nov 2015
Those poppy fields were lifeless,
but now they shine with light.
The war has made them bleeding,
the Peace has made them smile.

Each flower is a soldier,
who sacrificed his life,
who gave up his own future
to make our future count.

Each flower tells a story
of man and woman's fight,
you hear them in the glory
of petals shining bright.

Shhh, quiet, can you hear this?
The flowers -  making sound.

The unsung heroes singing
the song of joy - and life.
mabel remington Oct 2016
leaves roll in my parents’ yard
another day watching your
photos from london develop
red leaves and plain drawings
litter your apartment floor

a repeated phrase
pitiful and rich
broken glass
casting rainbows on the porch
a cigarette burn
on the left hand from the right

your love sits uncomfortably in my gut
fucj u writers block ffff
Look at all these wannabe gangsters
Terrorising our streets
That one's wearing camouflage trousers
Just wait till you hear him speak
'Dems bear skills mate'
'Can you lend me fifty bar?'
He sounds like he's from Los Angeles
Doing time in the yard
But he's not
He still lives at home with his mum
And his pregnant girlfriend
And he's under the thumb
You see them outside Tesco
But they're not shopping for pesto
Let's go
They've seen the old bill
He's known around this town
For selling dodgy pills
Guns, knives and slang
That's what you need
If you wanna be in their gang
No education
Just a stolen Playstation
And don't forget the ****
Even on a school night
They're out doing speed
You'll see 'em in the park
With a bottle of cider
Then they'll start
On a poor old-timer
Tracky bottoms
And a Burberry hat
Chav fashion
Cause they think they're all that
But the funny thing is
They don't have a clue
They don't think like
Me or you
They think that they're rap stars
Dreaming of fast cars
But they're just wankers
More like 'wannabe gangsters'
july hearne Jun 2017
west london fire stories
burning up the day,
london fires burning down and out
before they burn away

daily all day robes
and a story i can't finish
i won't make it out, there's too much
i don't want to say

so late in the day
wasting life away
unheard singing
should probably count for something
maybe today, maybe today, maybe today
so late in the day

instant coffee,
INFP, unfinished story
cheap chinese burning debris
blazing away on the bbc
so late in the day, so late in the day, so late in the day
& the day becomes another day

must be so nice to be you
always voting for justin trudeau
all your better things to do,
all the better looking women you were born to pursue

london fires burn down and out
before they burn away
& the day becomes another day
maybe today, maybe today, maybe today
the cheap chinese cladding was rain proof,
even as it fell from as far up as the 24th floor

If only the cladding hadn’t been so flammable
or if the alarms would have worked
or if they hadn’t been told to stay put and die

then some other people donated their old clothes
that they didn’t want anymore
a lot of old used clothes that people had been meaning to get rid of
were donated

i read somewhere that it was supposedly environmentally friendly
eco-friendly, but toxic and flammable

but the fire was renewable energy
or unrenewable energy
depending on how you look at it

either way, the eco-friendly plastic cladding was rainproof.














& all the reasons i hate you
are sadly the reasons i still think thoughts of you
now these thoughts have turned into
thoughts of you
still too cool for Sixto Rodriguez
still editing "The Elements of Style"
still thinking thoughts of me
so past my prime
so past the time
of our short while
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Not at all terror has no religion
today like yesterday London is ON!
For good for the good reason!!
Like in the West, in the East
It’s the same for all the people.

Send to the prison
the terrorist has no religion.
There are terrorists
on the front and more
so behind the scene
forget not both
are equally terrorists!
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
At last the sun is out and about
indulge in your piece of summer.

Today London in bloom
white clouds, white swans
roam out to the sky.
Welcoming the punters
the sun is rolling down.

Come never wonder,
for once, what they're worth.
Hop on, pop in, drop by
bask in London summer!
Johnnie Rae Nov 2015
You were my first, and last love.
I took you for granted
forgot that building blocks only last
as long as their makers do
and we were doomed.
Fragile enough to shatter
under the weight of a single atom,
foolish of me to think you wouldn't
be crushed under the sheer mass
of impending forevers.

Sometimes, we just aren't happy
with what we've got.
Now as I burn,
so do our bridges,
and what we are left with,
merely ashes.
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2018
October is ending soon
London is still in bloom!
Already in the winter hall
numerating in blue!
bythesea Nov 2017
the last time i felt you
snow covered the mountains
and i was lost somewhere between
home and a river.

i almost ran from you.
across the sea and to a dreary
london.
i found the sunlight there.
even mid-december would have felt more
like home than there with you.
the day i felt you leave me,
you let me.
four years ago


no river of yours can take me home.
you will never carve your path in mine
i am stronger than your ocean

you're made of mist and you don't know it
Dominique Apr 28
Atoms are mostly hollow
But not on buses on golden afternoons
With people on my shoulder and a cold drink
Rolling around on the floor-
No, not with my coat on my knees
And a joke on my lips
Never with sunlight on my hair in London
Not on a bus in mid may.
bus journeys with people I love in summer are the only times I really feel my life is going anywhere positive.
JP Mantler Aug 2017
My eyes burning, sweet tears of relief
My lungs filled with, hot humid watery vapor
My sweat they splash, fiercely onto the hot scolding stones
The rainfall, I am cool and clean

But there's something inside, that disagrees
Resents the humidity, with serendipity
He smiles at me in the sauna mirror,
We got a bomb strapped, we got the trigger
At the London Sauna

I stare at the shower stall bandaid
Clinging at the edge of the dark drain
I **** on it,
It falls down into the sewer's abyss
My body loose and free
I am drained and depleted
(D.E.B.)
Dominique Apr 19
Flesh hooked on lampposts (ribbon-like)
Railings, bus stops, fences too
Unlooping miles and miles of eager skin
Colouring the pavement with vivid

Bone strung like windchimes (hoisted high)
In all the brightest places
Mainly on rooftops, we have an affinity
The sun splatters them pastel each day

Muscle- candyfloss on benches
Warm, thick (seeps into their mouths)
Chunks of wriggling bliss in the tighest corners
Embossed with sweet disaster sprinkles

Me me me; the essence of Me
My pulse spread out across the city
My veins in the underground
My heart cut up onto various plates
The pieces will take years to be found
And they're not all mine anymore.

But under the ivory moon
When I'm sighing, "I'm lost" to each night
My city rocks me straight to sleep
And walks me through the dying light
So while I'm here, my soul's all right.
free verse literally gives me anxiety ****
Northern Poet Feb 14
Up north there's this thing called queuing
Down south it looks more like ******* looting
I can see the trouble brewing
Squeezing on the tube – can't even get my ******* shoe in
Some of these miserable ******* look like they need shooting
Stuck on the northern line back to Tooting
CK Baker Oct 2017
they’re pouring out of the
woodwork
those pretentious machiavellians
in ailing albino frames
eccentric masked figures
milling about the glow light
like night moths
in a cold london fog

lunatic gazers
with seeping moles
pinned by frogmen and twine
spider climbers
in hell fire
splitting seams
on the fading
and hideous ink

guards of the perch
stand on hades hand
while monsters and demons
with severed limbs
taunt the condemned
and wanting
souls of the ******

cauldron fire
in blood red sky
silent screams
hack and wheeze
gas lines broken
words unspoken
teetering backwards
in the dark shadows
of the phantom abyss
Peter B Jul 21
They say change is gonna come,
so I'm waiting,
watching people squeezed on the train,
beggars begging,
youngsters stabbing and shooting,
mothers crying,
and politicians - sitting and debating.
Qweyku Aug 31
An ancient river
an old London chapel
&our last summer rays
of such an august Sun
      
The promise of niceties...
laughter, drinks, ice cream
& perhaps a softly stolen kiss

Fill my hand with yours.

If you please;
a pleasant walk with you
up on Tower Hill

© Qwey.ku
Who knows?
nja Jan 8
Filing errands makes you drowsy and nautious.
The tube dampens your senses.
The highrises make you feel down.
Your values are re-prioritised.
You become the binmen’s *****,
but all is not charred.
You have the chance to remember before,
and you grasp redemption as sand now sifts through your fingertips.
The stars awaken the you beneath the superficial.
The water nourishes your ignored thirstiness for passion.
Written while spending time in Mexico. I had just finished my first term of university and despite all the fun I had had, I was depressed. Away from evweything, Mexico gave me the chance to work on myself and recover.
London Eye
                you spin
                     you twirl

all circular motion
                    so high
                       above a city

Big Ben though silent
                you still keep time
                               so fast
            
slipping through the gaps
                    my hand
                          sifting sand

the guard
       changing

life
    flowing

the Thames
         steady moving
              crossing bridges

London
              when we come

Whit Howland © 2019
More Abstract Word Art with word play. Imagistic stream of consciousness.
Chris Saitta Jul 9
Death has pluck, you know, the like to sever love,
Then to show unannounced after the ruckus,
Even after so many no-shows at the theatre or club.
Death, indeed, is a tough sport, I am told,
Who plays cricket or some the sort,
Though no one really knows or asks,
“Wicket” does seem a word of choice.
But, for certain, a devil’s ouija hand
Of bridge whist, as sure as lives off
Pall Mall or Regent, as pipes a walk
In the London fog, here and there.
Yes, indeed, I would call him a chum
If he wasn’t such a cad.
For slide video:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BzwQo2zlqNz/?igshid=1vt7piqu9lefb
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