Poetry Blog by kJ Walker

Silvie (a re-post)

 

 

Sylvie

 

Sylvie was a comely wench. Fifty, if a day

Oh yes, her charms were obvious, and always on display

Dressed to kill, in leather and lace

A shapely body, bonny face

Her hunting ground The Royal Oak

She’d always find a younger bloke

A teacher with a lack of scruples

Never short of willing pupils

Life was good, the sex was hot

She was happy with her ...

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The Old Rugged Cross (A sequel to Flo's Domain)

The Old Rugged Cross

 

The heart of the Aviation bar was its jukebox

A Rock-Ola

Brand new when it was first installed

In 1953

 

It dominated the tiny grotty little bar

With its great flashing neons

 

Over the years it had had two updates

The first in 1968

A conversion

So it could play the new-fangled 7inch discs

All a bit modern for Flo

But she got used...

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Flo's Domain

Flo’s Domain

 

The Aviation Bar

A shithole

Unloved by the management

The dirty secret

Of a plush hotel complex

On the outskirts of town

Stuck in the nineteen forties

Leather barstools and oak panels

Cream quarry tiles adorned the floor

How much ale had they seen

Spilt and mopped up over the decades

This was Flo’s domain

 

Flo was well into her eighties

...

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A Game Of Pool (part 4)

A Game Of Pool (part 4)

 

Anyone else would have taken it as a compliment

When Fat-boy said

“Signs of a misspent youth”

But my dad didn’t see it as such

 

CRACK

He brought the cue down on Fat-boy’s head

Smashing the cue in half

And splitting Fat-boy’s head clean open

 

His reaction shocked everyone in the room

Even me

And I was used to his violent mood swi...

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A Game Of Pool (part 3)

A Game Of Pool (part 3)

 

My dad rearranged the balls in the triangle

After Fat-boy had just plonked ‘em in any-old-how

They didn’t toss to see who’d won the break

That honour was conceded to my dad

 

He chalked his cue up

Smearing blue chalk all over his forefingers and thumb

Then he scratched his nose

Accidently-on-purpose getting chalk all over his nose

Why he a...

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A Game Of Pool (part 2)

A Game Of Pool (part 2)

 

Whatever game it was, that the yokels were playing

It wasn’t a conventional game of pool

The black ball had long since gone down

And they just seemed to be smacking the balls around the table

Any old how

 

When a ball went down

Be it a spot or a stripe

They gave out a large cheer

When one missed

Or they ballsed up the shot

It was acc...

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A Game Of Pool (part 1)

A Game Of Pool (part 1)

 

“Two pints of Double Diamond and an orangeade for the lad”

It was an exciting time for a ten year old lad

The first time my dad had actually taken me into a pub

Usually I was left outside, sat on a beer crate

 

“Who’s the other pint for?” asked the barman

“It’s not for the young-un, is it?”

“No” said my dad, as he picked up the first pint

In ...

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