Monday 24 September 2018

No. 24

Picture by: Mariana Elves @unsplash.com

If in London looking at the sights
Where to start a simple tour
Of places worth a second glance
Simply take the ‘Twenty-Four’
London’s Oldest unchanged bus route
A quiet history all its own
Film locations machinations
Will take you by much more well known
Along the Thames the Power of Battersea
From Pimlico to Hampstead Heath
Pomp displayed Horseguards Parade
Parliament Square Big Ben’s relief
Nelson’s perch Trafalgar Square
Hectic Tottenham Court Road
Take refreshment break at Camden
Where much of everything has flowed
Then nip along to Mornington
A major pleasant crescent
At Chalk Farm chase the Holy Grail
To Hampstead Heath’s fame iridescent

That was a challenge but got there in the end. A good route to start for those wishing to delve the obvious along with the not so obvious sights to see. 

Wikipedia Links below




Sunday 23 September 2018

The Fourth Season


The peak of summer
The autumn low
Winter stops 
and starts the show
Each year passes
Each farewell sigh
how many years
before our last goodbye

In loving memory of Chas Hodges

X Marks the Spot


They are nothing in particular
Never standout in a crowd
Never seen in focus at the scene
Gently there and not too loud

How they got here how they left
inconspicuous without vying
Turning up to swell the mass
Being there but hardly trying

All about in every state of play
Without them is no famous game
Yet they set the atmosphere alight
And make a difference all the same

Wednesday 19 September 2018

I Have Seen The Light

This is not a scene in a good light


If a light invades vicinity 
Penetrating peaceful grace
Drilling shards through quietude
Glaring fiercely into space
There always is another way
To rearrange the local view
Not streaming beams on sleeping dreams
Using angle bias skew
It's not a complicated task
When light-display is raining hard
Reflecting on what others see
Prevents invasion of their yard
Necessity may be a driving force
Illuminating one's surround
Consider others being blinded by
The light not shining on your ground



Think of others, have a light heart.💛
Picture by Lighting London Design Consultants 




Monday 17 September 2018

I’m With You and Them













Once upon a European time
The people voted stay or leave
A test of how opinion thought
Not how a nation did believe
It was not electing government
Nor a statute bill or act
It was a wishful list for hopeful things
None of which were based on fact
At best a crystal ball event
A Doctor Feelgood flimflam fraud
To be first place in a one-horse race
A self-presented sham award
Ask yourself why you would choose
Eventual maybe’s steeped in doubt
Against security enjoyed so far
All for one not one without
Green grass growing in the other field
Seems much greener from afar
In truth we need much more than grass
Let’s keep our marbles in the jar

Succour Time



Making lunchtime sandwiches
Foiling hunger down the way
Needing fillings to be filling
Keeping hunger pangs at bay
Travelling wrap companions
Allow me choice of diner stop
Secluded wayside interlude 
Backpack corner personal shop
Sunshine seat or shelter shield
Partake in peckish intermission
My personalised ingredients
Remove my wanting disposition

Sunday 16 September 2018

Caught by a Thought


They arrive 
like gusts of wind
Startling sudden 
power force
This moment now
Your decision or not
To move aside 
or change a course
Inborn questions 
quietly posed
Do not ignore 
this pearl they ask
We are your new faces
Ready to unmask
Fleeting in a new light
shadows in a queue
Like a train departing
To who knows where
Leaving you standing
slightly puzzled
Pulling invisible curtains
On fading light
you cannot share

Wednesday 12 September 2018

Gawping



In the early afternoon
With nothing curious in mind
Staring blankly at the open air
I let my friction springs unwind
Flashes fleeting on my palette 
Above a canvas full of deep
Waiting patiently for aspects
That I discovered during sleep
Tugging on my memory loops
Where a new idea implied
Reminding me to be amazed
At all the simple things I spied 

Tuesday 11 September 2018

Ginsin


Spirits in ascendancy
Have got the measure on relief
Permeating favourite places
Where light hearts need no brief
Natural fruits and flower pods
Tasteful talks around the table
Hailing piquancy with frequency
Each ritual raising will enable
When daylight dreams have scattered
Casting put-on smiles behind
The empty face seeks out a busy place
Where moonshine parlour smiles remind 
A small concession to transgression 
One little pick-me-up’s no sin
Among a range of all-around agreed
Not too much tonic with that gin

Sunday 9 September 2018

Music Man




There’s a fingerpicking troubadour
Singing heartfelt city bound
From a songbook full of more than words
To spin the world’s sweet simple sound
A guy you passed and maybe dropped a dime
Touching chords the way he can
He’s a pleading to bring children dreams
He is the gentle Music Man
Why not stop a while and hear a tune
There’s much more pitch in that refrain
You’re not giving to a begging bowl
But to a Music Man that’s plain.


Notta Lotta People Know That


He didn't get the conversation
It didn't make much sense 
It wasn't then or yesterday
And lacked the present tense
They spoke of much variety
Keeping distance from dissent
Acknowledging discrepancies
Good-naturedly well-meant
He had a liking for the last word
When with his dying breath
Quietly he closed his eyes
And said "I've talked myself to death"

Tuesday 4 September 2018

Sugar Stealer

 
Call me Sweet-Feet Tootsy
Tiptoe-Fairy  Touch and Roll
Your gliding dancing wishing belle
Stealing by the sugar bowl
Taking pains to lift the crystal grains
Then slink away the sugar gift
No footsteps left to give away
My fleeting wing-swept coasting lift
I will return at eventide
To trespass on your sweetest dreams
Play the silver spoons in candy light 
The sugar gem that sweetly gleams

Written after speaking with Sam at Screwfix-Hull
The Dandelion airborne seeds are prolific and carried on the wind. in what are termed "wind dispersal" Wikipedia Link To the imaginative eye they may resemble a fairy-like creature and give the lie to the myth of sugar stealer that may randomly land on a bowl of sugar (or not). Personally, I have never heard of this myth but the idea is a great idea for an equally fanciful rhyme.

Monday 3 September 2018

I Solemnly Promise



Potentially the promise is
Assumed to be the utmost rite
Though all too often delicate
Reduced to merely might
Much confusion on-condition-of
When a promise made to pander
Ignores the legal ultimate
In breach of 'pacta sunt servanda'
Binding in good faith and truth
Where solemn promise rarely fails
Unless the trickster using confidence
Can pledge a string of Fairy Tales
A promise is an honest guarantee
Based on confidence and trust
Where the civilised are honour bound 
To meet the outcome as discussed

Sunday 2 September 2018

Wish Me Luck as I Wave You Goodbye



Democracy, democracy 
they voted leave tis true
A referendum of opinion
Not quite the same 
tween me and you
Blaming Jonny foreigner
We gain a lesser share
Spending pennies
On few services
Spending much more on our fayre
Democracy, democracy
Means we cannot
Change our mind
Even though
A lame duck government
Should a while back have resigned
Autocracy, autocracy
There’s been a coup d'état
No second chance
No second thought
No time for dallying let’s dance
Time to traipse and go without
Hardship drives
The blinded fold
All or nothing leaves them nothing left
The winning few grabs all the gold
Aristocracy, aristocracy
Bow lowly
Doff your cap
Sing out Rule Britannia
receding waves re-drew your map

Saturday 1 September 2018

Brave New World for Little Britain

Like the best of Nonsense stories
Where the turns are convoluted
And the twisted spins bewildering
Leaves the Common-Sense polluted
Power games are played in secret
In pudding lanes, they slice up cakes
Stocking up in piles of just-in-case
Too many sinkholes steal the breaks
Super spaces on the market shelf
A sudden blush of one last chance
Cap in hand to beg for any deals
And while we’re at it have a dance
Britain desperate for olden days
The empire state when life was great
When all abroad was full of foreigners
Those lovely wars that sealed our fate
For we are us and have no other needs
We bar our independent gate
All the world will look admiringly
To be best pals with Super-Mate
We’ll dump the club that dug us out
Discarding once best friends as dross
Irrespective of our lack of cash
We’ll show the other lot who’s boss