| 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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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