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NOT A PATCH ON US

Lest – lest, pay heed lest

we for-get we are the best;

lose sight of Old England’s story

one of endless power and glory

blood-and-gutsy, primal, gory;

triumph in each foreign land.

 

Might - might, ours by right

just remember might is right!

None surpass the English Army

foes like Hitler – all are barmy

same for Mullah, same for Swami;

Christ is E...

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remembrance

JOURNEY'S END

Chilcot - a cold wind wraps Great Britain’s heart

Her archetypal refuge - cold as death.

He broke the last taboo for ego’s gain

In self-aggrandisement stole other’s breath.

 

And such is our disgrace, none barred his way

Save one whose easy Honour was upheld.

The rest in ignominy bowed his will

Outside: a million, impotent, repelled.

 

No darker hour this...

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TAKING A FLYER

 

 

(The ‘Liar flyer’ is now accepted in politics.)

 

The concept of integrity hangs slack

now Westminster’s dishonour is complete;

our politicians creed: “I’m alright Jack”

as in that feudal Chamber they compete.

Election time comes round - the party-mind

hones strategies to make a devil blush

with weasel-worded messages designed

to give that extra s...

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JOBSA GOOD'N

JOBSA GOOD’N

 

The preacher on the Radio

Says he’s changed his mind about Dave and Joe

But that chap who’s running the B&B

Still won’t let a room to a him and a he.

While the Archbishop ponders his riven flock

And says we all get a much whiter smock

When we come to the end of this earthly race

Whether or not we are arse about face.

But the question is: Wh...

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BAD BRIEF ENCOUNTER

 

Gillian – no relation –

The nation was Browned off

Until homely-you homed in.

You sent him reeling -

Now we know the real Gordon.

His line was unacceptable.

The Gaffer seems accident prone,

Flat on his face again,

Eating grumble pie

And media source.

Though momentarily thrown,

He still aspires to one. 

C.A.D. 

 

Notes:  This purporte...

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SCOTCH

 

The prussic laurel well adorns that brow,

That poisonous-poetic, promulgates.

A hedgerow evergreen, all overglossed

That glosses over inner, darker states.

Like too, her underneath – a tangled mass

Intense, en-tented, cloaked in odd address

Our sometime-poet chews uncareful words

That dead-lily her weirdness-milk express.

Long might she reign; quaint, queer...

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TIME PORTAL

I stood upon the good, wood deck

Aways off the Azores

On high, high-seas with a saucy breeze

And the lubbers on all fours.

When St Elmo flared and ‘gulfed the poop

And me head was fit to burst

And I found meself way underground

With me protons all reversed.

They stared at me in unbelief

As their shiny kit pulsated

And backed away in some affray

Like m...

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GRAND MAL

    

And so to school.

A step inexorable

Where softest cerebrum

Yields - bluntly malleable.

 

Where Education’s mallet

Striking bold

Transform base mettle

Into beaten Gold.

 

Where Mammon reigns malicious

In the Son

And in the Daughter too;

His will be done.

 

Till all align, malign

And cancerous

To multiply - excel

Or ...

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TIED HOUSE

How many die from Alcohol?

Many a score and then -

Can I get high another way?

High and back again!

 

I heard on weed that some go mad.

They do indeed – it’s true!

But many more died of alcohol

While I told that to you!

 

Can man escape addiction’s lure?

Not once it’s kissed his lip!

We’re all asleep in the ‘Culture Arms’;

A state-sponsored, l...

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DYING TO BE A HERO

 

 

Not Lions led by Donkeys

But ‘Ferals’, Feudal-led;

Civility we champion – through War.

Our mercenary dead

Politicians' ‘Donkey-Bread’

A feast of Heroism they devour.

 

Meanwhile we Monkey-chaff

Some jingo – some appalled

Take sides, and battle over what it’s for.

But the only certainty

Stands for all eternity:

While Weasel Words enslav...

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LOVE CONQUERS ALL

 

 

The love of war shines from the young man's eyes.

(What young girls shine with - quite beyond surmise.)

As Britain's vaunted army strides those lands

And trigger-fingers shake - bewildered hands.

 

What British madness guards the burglar's crown

From fearful force – unmeasured – I rain down,

Yet sends our warriors out against the foe,

To 'come in peac...

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BRAIN SPLEEN

They hoot that horn: “Hello!” “Goodbye”

No matter I am strolling by

And show the world the pig they are

While firing my amygdala.

 

My ancient ape gets in a bate

My hemispheres know mutual hate

And primal homicide thoughts blossom

Abetted by Corpus Callosum. 

 

They having passed, I then walk on

My endocrine excess - not gone.

I’m left to impotent...

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DISTANCE

 

 

And did my Daddy call for war

And was it truly just?

For better or for worse, my dear,

In Daddy we must trust.

 

But mummy where does Evil live

That we know where to fight?

The dark of foreign lands, my pet

Far from this blessed light.

 

So do they hate us in those lands;

Will they cut off my head?

There’s Evil in the world my love

...

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HIDE'N TO NOTHING?

 

I got a coaxing email

It said “I am a female”

The web is full of spiders

I won’t play ‘seek’ – but ‘hiders’.

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CHRISTMAS JEER

 

 

Mary was a little cow 

The lad was minding sheep.

He had her up against the wall

While Joseph was asleep.

 

She fixed her eye on one bright star

And dreamed he was a god

Henceforth: “The Virgin with a tum”;

Not: “duffed, by a randy sod“.

 

She told the family such a tale

Of impregnating wind

And wide-eyed, in her innocence,

Declared she had not sinned!

 

(It was no secret Jo...

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