Tilbury Fort
To glow-purify Albion
with Elizabethan splendour,
pre the doomy Jacobean
goldens the imagination
back to The Forest of Arden
and corn growing, in the garden.
The Spanish Armada broken,
the English Chanel kept open
Queen Elizabeth addressed her troops
like Athena, Britomartis
in August 1588,
each Crucifixion crumpet
drawn clear of a searing trumpet
beholden to Rome, by the Fort
though Elizabeth, fine at Latin
bled, for Mary in her coffin.
From Tilbury Fort, she rode stalwart ;
Mary lipped at execution.
In her reign, many a martyr
in agony at the fire
after dreading their capture.
February 1st/ 11th 2025 all
Holocaust Russian
Lenin drove le haute bourgeoisie
to death, killing the annuity,
starved shivering in a cupboard ;
gone, their ever-praised artefact
after he broke The Banking Pact
in a system, and put the urban
poor to suffering from famine,
there being no means of exchange
for the kulak, out on the range.
An estimate : sixty million
dead, from Russian Revolution
to strangled Europa,
from the tragedy of Yalta..
*
Leaving the whited Palatial
robbed of every valuable.
Every Marxist is a killer.
Did one thing lead to another ?
Communism, a kind of ether
with never a rasping breather.
Lenin and Hitler went screeching
to get the plebeian breaching.
Too many had to go beaching.
February 1st/11th
Tractor Lenin
Lenin needed all of the grain
railed as free, from lean Ukraine.
Except to say, hidden away
lay nothing in the loading bay
apart from a crumb, for a rat
and wherever a pigeon frat.
Albion Betrayal 2
The breaching of every border
creating civil disorder,
an entire Establishment
fingering : No, for Parliament.
Which was, to parley, to comment
with occasional behaviour
and not even misbehaviour,
with none acting as the saviour.
Who, on earth, can now save Barking ?
where, once, we could go mud-larking.
Arise, oh breezy Clacton Man !
Get ready to sound the klaxon.
The Droner wordplay
Michael Goldfarb : stooge of The Jew
with stolen gold, and the fable
keeping a truth off the table
and rarely singing in the Pew.
Melancholy American
here, sounding Liverpudlian.
Worse : Red, snivelling Eagleton,
slack-jawed, antediluvian.
Worse : Bradbury, avuncular
full of the poison from Labour.
No to silence, Primo Levi.
Ignoring the totality
of the plentiful horrific,
depriving them of dignity
whilst mournful soporific.
Not the only fatality.
No poetry after Auschwitz ?
In a way, a gift to The Blitz.
February 1st/5th/12th
Afterburner Thoughts
Do you argue the quality
of the terror, or the scale
of numbering in the horror ?
Oh, it was so European !
but, earlier : of Tsar Russian ?
Never fatigue, our compassion
comprehending, to no ending.
February 12th
Old Bailey Verdict
5 am dream vision
Met. Chief Hogan-Howe, who spaded
the Manse of a British Army
General, and in Hampshire,
and who conspired against C,
has now to share a prison cell
with Starmer, for entirely
failing to boom Defence spending
to the Washington, Trump level.
" Both men are guilty of treason,
were unable to reason.
Their sentence to be unending :
this country is worth defending.
Was Theresa May complicit
in a wrongful Police visit ? " Feb 4th
Thus the QC, stentorian.
" If you warrant an Appeal
you bow to The Privy Council.
You have read, it will be assumed
Seventh Baron Rokeby Presumed.
Right now, Guards, you must take them down."
Out on Salisbury Plain, town
temporary for a traitor,
The Tower being now too full.
At last, our people are hopeful
for the return of Albion. Feb 13th
Wednesday Sermon
A Gym-honed way to salvation :
through suffering, and discipline
even if on a trampoline.
Does The Debauched Party teach it ?
instead of the easy fixit
and paying a parking ticket,
the core of the dawning sermon
delivered in The Mass with clothes on.
( Streetpath, a Moslem trod yawning,
after rutting for more spawning ).
I must stop the endless doodle,
and think of buying a poodle.
Why, Lost The Pot Curry Noodle ?
endeavouring to punt the riddle.
I agon, for the sound of a fiddle.
Or pause on. Croissant, or wafer ?
one dawn quandary, Martina.
Feb 5th/ Feb 13th
German Authority
My father, a Commander
of the BAOR-HQ
Herford, North-Rhine Westphalia
in the year Western Germany
joined NATO : nineteen fifty-five ;
all to defend The British Zone
soon after the death of Stalin,
many happy to be alive.
Arms warehived by Montgomery
ex Wehrmacht, to the Bundeswehr.
( Who died in his own urine,
loathed greatly in Thuringia ? ).
The Blather Party
The promoting diversity
in each stone University
a promoting idiocy.
Better to teach them all English
to stop them sounding so foolish.
( Blather has a hollow centre
never having had a mentor ).
February 8th/14th
Complaint Herbertian
after George (1593-1633)
Who, linked, destroy my life daily ?
Beyond '29, The Lehman
bust of '08 duplicity.
The Federal mendacity ?
By Eton Villas, Eton Road
Synagogue at The Anglican
ragstone country Church on a hill,
overbearing, higher ; until.
The vast, domineering Rabbi
can only have himself to blame.
No green : they, not Albionistas
( with our Jerusalem vistas )
and, raw, agents provocateurs ?
You need garden, for piety :
they have no chipper secateurs.
I cannot end on an odd number.
( They destroyed Capitalism
with many a Goldman spasm ).
Feb 1st/11th/18th
British Brainwashing Corp.
covering up cozy, cozy
the criminal conspiracy.
Joan did so deride the pansy,
and a wastrel debauchery
or, should I use the word detest ?
I did not join The Cavalry
and become a Royal Lancer,
never attended a rally
or rebel, as a lean dancer
remaining out of favour
with a cuz complaint from Sarah.
Never got oh ! cozy, cozy
a word much garnered by Rita
fearful in Lithuania.
Beeb spoke, undoing our nation,
detesting anything rosy
in making everyone dozy,
never banding frustration.
( The future is blandly hazy
warped by the digital daisy ).
What can I write in line twenty ?
February 12th/18th
Platonic Jest
for Reform Farage
Logic answering le probleme :
either deport them, or kill them.
The Population explosion
found destroying green Albion
and causing our bankrupting
with many a sad removal,
fervent living too much trouble
even with bolder eventing.
Redacted : my line about breeding.
You said it. Their sterilizing ?
Sad : Albion ; the alien.
If you cannot beat them, jar them ?
Farage, bond research, the trendy
they rummage inflationary.
( Needed, a great deal of weeding
and an end to all breast-feeding. )
The Conundrum, Warsi
Population catastrophe
and with no more efficiency
and with an end to our liberty
and no jobs for the enemy.
Move on out, Baroness Warsi.
Albion : about The Holy,
and the vibrant, One Trinity
and green into infinity.
Not about superfluity,
nor consumer economy.
February 12th
On February 12th
True, all you have is a moment
and wanting to avoid torment.
Sadly, the road to Aquitaine
ran constrained by the Visa stain.
And what if I hit a Red Flag ?
to end in an arctic Gulag.
Leaving The Green
a Swiftian diatribe
No, to New Town idiocy
for a gibbering peasantry
long tired of The Papacy
and taught awful from infancy,
unaware of formality
in casual barbarity,
living for triviality
surviving by mendacity,
pretending they own a City
internet triviality
verging on bestiality
and over-familiarity,
gaming to brighten the silly.
Ghastly, the dodgy family
only eating by The Telly,
chewing in the bowling alley
every third girl a Jackie,
and I am not rhyming pantie.
Summa here, of grotesquerie
and some brain-dead digerati.
Untried, spirituality,
Italian sensuality.
Move on, to the maccaroni
and the choco baglioni !
I once loved a girl called Wendy.
What, now, is perfectly trendy ?
February 14th
Old Town for Patricia
We live wanting fewer people.
We need max better people,
favouring The Church steeple
rather than a lit pool table
craving a horse in the stable
that grew out of Roman marble,
loving a Biblical fable,
working harder to be able,
never tolerate a foible.
Orangeade is enjoyable
and our water music, Handel.
Our centrum is a village green,
a pure luminosity, seen
which we plaudit for the has-been.
We loathe a noisy machine.
Is our drama in-between ?
February 14th
Advice For PM after Ben Jonson
To retain your gravitas, grave
never bare the home, misbehave.
Better to have, than not to have.
Popularity, do not crave.
Advance with a Christian stave,
and punish the grovelling knave.
Is it Arsenal that you crave ?
Your ardour is to fund the brave.
Ed Miliband Zero a protest
You, on the list of arrested
for treason : Egdon must return.
( I bought for The Gainsborough Trench ;
am now sitting on a park bench ).
What might happen, on Tower Green ?
You stumble, to become unseen.
My life's work on Aim, taken, gone.
Many must be compensated,
they, living in a state of dread
and, poorer, as the living dead.
February 15th
Plaisir Plus Fort after Prevert
Un espresso double,
chez Lille International
changement la' pour le TGV
train pour Bordeaux.
Dans un minute : jolie !
Le douceur de la vie...
Fevrier le Quinze
Case For Demolition an impromptu
How many people, in Milton
Keynes, read Eliot once a month ?
and foray a Church, once a week.
One may say : George, or TSE.
Of course, none of them played football
but explored with silent footfall
or ever, drunk, fell off a stool.
No going shopping made them drool
then felt good at playing the fool.
No children bingeing hide-and-seek.
A Paradise Lost disaster,
the horror of E.M. Forster ;
for a sports-loving Minister,
sci-fi evolved and sinister.
The height of originality
lies in a meandering, uncouth.
Lost on many a roundabout
the soul nowhere, in transit
and starting to feel dizzy ;
survival, a staying busy.
In Milton Keynes, they love Stilton
or snort cocaine on a futon.
There is no carpet from Wilton
and time to put on a button.
*
An afternoon premonition
argument for demolition.
Is being Gothic rebellion ?
Do the grids leading to grid squares
proliferate major nightmares ?
and with no centre, tearful fears.
Multiplying, the rectangle
has many a Roman angle...
*
Will The Camden Goths run riot ?
Joke heard, from T.S. Eliot...
February 16th new so fresh edit
maybe
do i now open Sunak 3
|
