Flouting flaunting unguis art
So grand a hand design
A cutting edge of sharp intention
Ornamentally set in time
To look back on the finer things
A background illustrated
Refined displays adorning scenes
Summer days invigorated
Dressed to thrill a nuanced wave
On the avenue arcade
To compliment a classy place
By a Ritzy colonnade
Daily bread
to start your day
Enjoyed
by the discerning
Sweet or savoury
saturated
To attend
that breakfast yearning
Satisfaction
guaranteed
Ready-made
or made-to-measure
Lightly toasted
serve them hot
For your
butter-spreading pleasure
Peanut butter,
marmite,
honey, marmalade
or jam
A spreadable
most edible
Will pass a
rigorous taste exam
Let crumpets flick
your daytime switch
To illuminate
your day
Will synchronise
your body clocks
Send you chiming
on your way
Congratulations lovely ones
You are the ‘Eighteen’ queens
Out there in the open air
With all the lovely in-betweens
Embrace your independence
Be proud of who you are
Enjoying all your ‘must-do life’
In and out of near and far
Take a special pen with you
Write your milestones as you go
Be prepared to stand alone
Speak out with all you know
Never close your open minds
Listen carefully to your hearts
Enjoy the adult proving ground
Which is full of stops and starts
Look forward to the love you’ll share
Break the chains of discontent
Don’t look back on childish ways
It is your world to reinvent
Happy 18th Birthday
Jasmine and Ruby
The speed of silence isn’t known
One cannot see or feel its stride
Faster than the pace of swiftly
In private spaces when applied
A rolling ball of atmosphere
Instantaneous apprehending
A weightless form of heaviness
At a silent speed descending
Far too difficult to search for
It has no colour size or sheen
Faster than the speed of plight
Forever coming unforeseen
Early morning cup of tea
Drains away the night before
Bringing good sense to the senses
Let the teapot pour some more
Having left behind the bedclothes
Hobbled off toward the kettle
Warmed the teapot fervently
Then let the tea leaves settle
It is a golden breakfast-tasting
To regulate and irrigate
For surely nothing else will do
One should never underate
Peculiar, odd word I say
With its unexpected meaning
Strange to hear and weird to say
Filled with offbeat intervening
Imposing on imagination
Conjuring up uncanny
A dubious kind of difference
Hidden in a secret cranny
Mystifying unaccountable
Defines the furthermost bizarre
Bringing overloads to ponder
From Picasso to Renoir
What would we do without it
The very essence of our tales
Proclaiming the perplexing
Which most peculiar unveils
Playing marbles on the pavement
Five stones on the floor
Collecting cigarette cards
Hit stockinged balls against the door
Playing soccer with a tennis ball
Knock down Ginger on the run
Scrumping apples still to ripen
Runouts one by one
Mothers came out calling loud
For it was way too dark to see
Emerging from our bombed-out camps
That stank of damp and urchins’ pee
Looking back on where I started from
How long those days turned out to be
Full of dreams and wild imaginings
And the changing face of me
In the playground of my mindset
With my imaginary friends
Using lessons, writing made-up stuff
Where my reality extends
Too much to take for granted
Needing more than explanations
Seeking substance in machinery
As nothing more than imitations
Unlearning all that fearful stuff
Curbing free will during prayer
Trapped in childish superstitions
Where thought is all I had to share
Someone rang the Town Hall bell?
There’s something in the offing
People yearning pages turning
Some serious nervous coughing
Much muttering in mild surprise
About the shifting of the sand
Mind-altering the standpoints
Something inner takes command
The groundswell in the marketplace
Suggest a drenching inundation
As homeless spirits howl and bay
Through cracks in weak foundations
Nigel seeks a barrage
Of disaffected votes
A Right-Wing Numpty-Dumpty
Pedalling hate-filled quotes
In a nation filled with foreigners
Italian German French
Polish Greek and Russians
A three millennia deep entrench
A man with nothing new to say
A bigot on the edge
Supporting Humpty-Trumptyness
For a bucket full of wedge
A nowhere man of politics
A pinhead airing manky views
With banner screams of “Send them back”
This quisling clodpole we recuse
Timely advantageously
Beneficial to your leeway
A value to one’s interests
Skirting by the hard way
Grab a coffee in the waiting room
Take a seat and read the news
Letting timeliness reward you
And so prevent the travelling blues
But when you use up all your slack
If being there is prime
As long as you can make it just
By scraping in the nick of time
Strolling vacant passers-by
On a high street full of risk
Unseen yet not unseeable
Like trading places in a whisk
Baffled people can’t be arsed
When greeted with ‘hello’
Don’t do polite impulsive
From any anonymous fellow
So there we go we walk on by
In a street of silent folk
Civilities curbed and censored
Life it seems is not a joke
Out of sight as though concealed
In a coming-and-going flow
Unnoticed by the passers-by
Scrolling down a screenshot show
Reality quietly vanishing
Restrictions holding back the view
Confined in blocks and barricades
As more hopeful ways withdrew
That is the way of click addiction
Trapped in a scene of no escape
Killing off communication skills
Inside a life bent out of shape
Apparently rich British folk
Don’t get our home-grown vibe
Forgetting that this nation
Is a multicultural tribe
A nation multi-ethnic based
A culture melting pot
Where even British monarchy
Clearly is a foreign lot
Nigel is an effing hypocrite
Rishi economises truth
Neither valid for an honest vote
Both indecently uncouth
Such a shocking nincompoop
A fathead dolt atrocious
A muttonbonce unworthy
This jackass loon rambunctious
Barefaced-charlie dunderhead
Fallen twerp from greatest heights
Incapable of graciousness
Never known to be forthright
They gave this lamebrain power
And let a wazzock smash the chalice
Of all things in the China-shop
A crashing smashing clot of malice
Termed as honourable members
Rarely humble never shy
Waywardly misleading
Bending words to hide the lie
Uttering clear for all to hear
Well said to great effect
We look to them for accuracy
Not falsehoods left unchecked
Uniforms and old-school ties
Excessive covering façade
To cover up a hidden meaning
Which they bombard with disregard
Appealing to malevolence
Invective leading blazing lights
Trusting ardent partisans
Will forfeit hard-won Human Rights
I’m not a member of anything
Not in a loop or group
Ideology is bankrupt here
I’m not marching with the troop
Steering clear of mobs and chanting
Lacking heated points of view
I’ve never been one-sided
Like spouting politician’s spew
One man one vote not partisan
Where I am is where I stand
Deaf to sound-bite rhetoric
The sound of change unplanned
Running rings and dizzy things
Exchanging hats at will
Duplicitous representing
Letting swaps that won’t fulfil
Flipping double-sided coins
Calling heads ensures a win
Bear in mind how two minds can
Keep outcomes tight within
Exactitudes precisely put
Dead ringers can’t compete
For who will place a sure-fire bet
On both sides of the street
June the month dividing
In turbulence with passion
Atlantic crossing violence
In Armageddons fashion
Just as winter desecration
Sweeps the last of autumn leaves
Summer warriors come storming in
With meteor shower interweaves
Lighter mornings bring intensity
Sunny shines not far away
Suggesting time to go elsewhere
To a sunlit village stay
Birds will wake up early
Start-ups full of song
Whistles chirpy warbling
A variety sing-along
Cacophony in morning time
Spaces marked at best
A male voice choir attracting
Kindred spirits to the nest
Symphonies at springtide
Generations to confirm
Familial ties in pride of place
Then off to catch the worm
The early bird is love-inclined
Too soon for breakfast toil
The early bird won't get the worm
But squeaky wheels will get the oil
Those were the days
full of fun,
miniskirts
and showing your bum
4-inch heels
and make-up to scare
spending an hour
just doing your hair
listening to music
as loud as can be
getting home from work
rushing out after T
can't be late for the gig
Got to get to the front
drink plenty of cider
until I'd feel drunk
falling into the taxi
to make my way home
unaware of the noise
struggling at the front door
trying to make coffee
to sober me up
sick on the carpet
and falling over the pups
4:00 in the morning
and full of despair
having some trouble
to get up the stair
looking down at my watch
at its broken face
and here Mum yell
Sharon, You’re a disgrace
At 6:00 in the morning
and feeling rough
get ready for work
and rush for my bus
another day of being young
living to the full
and having fun
