Covent Garden

Take a Tube to Leicester Square
Long Acre left at Monmouth
Meet us there at Neal's 'off Shorts'
Pick up the Cambridge drop cloth

We'll carry on to Mercer Street
Consign the load, take tea with Giles
Then a Marquis pint at Earlham's end
As we depart the Seven Dials

Leg it swiftly down to Aldwych
Cross the bridge to Waterloo
in the 'Windmill' Lambeth High Street
write a 'Ropey Rhyme' or two

THREE WISE MEN of CHISWICK

Picture borrowed from flickrhivemind.net

Real ale not just a drinkers drink

to be guzzled and get drunk

it’s a taste bud food experience

Gourmet quality 'Slam Dunk'

Discovery's where it's happening

London Pride is no back burner

be it Honey Dew or ESB

Simply Fuller Smith and Turner

If Elvis Needs A Song

The night drew slowly to goodbye

As we sang the final song

We held each other close together

Unaware we'd both be moving on

Your smile a spell to me enchanting

You filled my heart I almost froze

I couldn't see beyond my feelings

You took me where nobody knows

They sent a limousine took you away

I was lost nowhere to go

As you faded into silver moonlight

I knew how much I loved you so

Your smile a spell to me enchanting

You filled my heart I almost froze

I couldn't see beyond my feelings

You took me where nobody knows

And if we one day meet again

Will you remember our sad goodbye

On that night of burning embers

No time to watch each other cry

Your smile a spell to me enchanting

You filled my heart I almost froze

I couldn't see beyond my feelings

You took me where nobody knows

A Method in His Reverence

He makes a golden bob or two

Crunching numbers in the city

Designer clothes and fast red cars

adoring lovelies very pretty

A hedonistic celebrant
buying drinks and slapping backs

keeping tally's on expenses

paying very little tax

For him success is party time
in the scene of lavish preen

Freeloading on the game of life

A boundless libertine

Giving sermons to the credulous
flaying wide the moral knife

enjoying company with substances

from the wilder side of life

Commit to Quit

The puffing pencils on my lips
Disenchantment cloudy grey
Screw loose satisfaction
any time of any day

Lighting up and taking in
sucking air of absent flavour
transfixed by minor moments
each split-second-fix to savour

I can kick the habit anytime
there's no chance I’m‘butt obsessed’
those silly pictures on the packages
leave me somewhat unimpressed

They say it dries your membranes
gives your breathe a whiffy taint
may cause oral ulceration
But what the hell I’m not a saint

This is Hull * * You are Here * *

Picture by kind permission of Steve Clarkson Anlaby Common Hull

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The culture curve is easterly
everything is ready
Weather looking promising
Nerve control is steady

We'll tack at Humber Estuary
Catch the wave and turning tide
we’ll be abreast and take the lead
Keep the hauling wind on side

Harden up at home port view
in the lee side of a squall
Cock-a-hoop we sound the horn
Hull speed 'let go and haul'

Along Those Lines



 

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Reverend this and Holy that
Sniffing high-flown pompously
In charge of moral guidance
Mendacious kind of piety

Once again the banking system
Shines a sun stroke basking light
such a bastion of confidence
bestowing flower power might

So much pressure to cooperate
Safe guarding future out of sight
calling shots on lesser pots
like it's a modern trusty plight

Off ones head or off ones face
a crystal candle heavens breath
our vicar swings ecstatically
On Ket, Cocaine and Meth



Raiders of the Lost Nark

The early morning foray
sadly not a quiet affair
Blatantly outnumbered
clearly lacking savoir faire

Entering in single file
No room for two together

carelessly not wiping feet

sodden trails of dirty weather 

Frantic panic screaming out
"what on earth is going on?"

icy calls demanded 'freeze'

common decency foregone

Just then a naked lady hurled

a porcelain commode

With a scream of acid overtones

"You have no right in my abode"

"Now just hold on there Misses"

Said the officer in charge

"Our 'intelligence' is to apprehend

Wicked criminals at large"

"Intelligence? I have my doubts

There's not a soul in here but me

Racketeers of fame are known

To live at number Thirty three"

"Blindly rambling roughshod
Is to me beyond abhorrent

Reduced my door to smithereens

Led up my garden by your warrant?"

The Sergeant glanced the paperwork

Seeing clearly 'Thirty Three'

This door confusion worried him

As he scuttled on his knee

There among the broken planks
He looked with horror on the floor

No matter how he angled it

A number mumbled 'Forty Four'

Salty droplets from his hard hat
Stung his eyes and made him blink

At 'Thirty Three' they'd gone to ground
Now to face sad music and the stink

MIGHTY MORNINGS

Early morning mumbling

At preserves in jars and pots

Thinking Marmite bread and butter

Before my eyes I'm seeing spots

Having overstayed so lazily

Too long in blanket bay

I need a zap to put me right

Velvet gently on my way

Slurped my iced tomato juice

Set the toaster 'medium brown'

To kick my taste buds back in use

Hot strong tea to ease my frown

Peering through my curtained view

My dawning light withholding bright

Keep early morning after thoughts

As faded memories of the night

Spreading shapes of no intention

Expectations out of sight

As I repair internal organs

With level lashings of 'Marmite'

PAVLENSKY A ‘BALLS OUT’ HERO

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Police in Russia celebrate
its law and order day
polishing their truncheons
they help us on our way

So many smiles on happy faces
Clear streets no protest scene
with vodka smiles the law beguiles
where’re you going, where've you been

Keep the peace and toe the line
On Lenin Square you know what's best
planting nuts on cobblestones
is not so nice the Police protest

Sing out freedom for the artist
Passive 'Pussy Riot' jailed
when politics is plainly bollocks
Pavlensky has them nailed

Roll Em!

A gambler sidled up to me
laying cards upon my table
Eyes alert and burning hot
"Spare a moment if you're able"

"I need to share my story
If you have a listening ear"
warily I weighed the odds
Gave a nod and sipped my beer

"I have a sure fire certainty
a flawless plan to win the house
with serendipity such simplicity
Using cocktail sticks I dowse"

How kind it is you share with me
your supernatural absolute
but I have found a better way
to take advantage of my loot

There's nothing to it really
it's the odds that rule my day
Punters have their woeful hopes
with my winning ways I say

I have no need of loaded dice
nor wooden wands that dowse
for the palace just across the road
Is my twenty seventh lucky house

Way back in the 1960's I recall a Bob Dylan song 'Frankie Lee and Judas Priest'. I found it to be a somewhat sinister yet startlingly evocative story and I still recall these lyrics more than most other songs I've ever heard.
This particular post 'Roll Em!' Is a rhyme which seemed to write itself though on  reflection I feel it was inspired by that very song. I recommend listening to the original version of 'Frankie Lee and Judas Priest' as found on the John Wesley Harding LP. If you are smart enough to have acquired a copy of  this great Bob Dylan masterpiece I raise my hat to you.

The Day of the GOCE (GOchay)

10th/11th November 2013 GOCE Satelite returns to earth.

Be aware the gravity 

A situation most appalling 
On Sunday raining satellites'
In many parts a heavy falling

Propellant fuel, a vacant tank

Speedy satnav journey home
No way recalculating
Or to avoid the wayward roam 

As for me I'll keep my eye out

For any cataclysmic lumps
I'll hang around my local hospital
Should I need treatment for my bumps