Magnificat 2
We aim for the transcendental
in time, to rise above the horror
in the diurnal, the cantor
ascending in time, gradual
to a higher plane, and fervour.
There, we may enter the natal.
Dread Media interruption
is dead, a humiliation.
On Great Messiaen
Study of an infinity
in the abstract, to eternity.
Turangalila-Symphonie
written at St Marys Primrose Hill
on the Second Sunday of Advent
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Complaint Eliotic
Anglais poetry lost contact
with the fibre of the language,
effete, hesitant to engage.
Panned soar Gerard Manley Hopkins
but saw the rage in Tennyson
not having Maud in the garden.
Home Guard To New NL
With no social restructuring
Plan, for graded ethnic cleansing
you will be instant toast, then bust.
Camden, Birmingham must go white
for activity to flourish,
the Arts and welding to nourish.
You need to lose five million
invaders, clear homes for the young
who want to sing for Albion.
Deep State Terror Combine
Home Guard (1940) will send
in the SAS, to up-end
callow AI minds, fire-flash
each corridor to make them dash
into the aroma of gas
and amnesia to blown ash.
Cold waters of The Atlantic
roll for a rear-door, airborne trick.
When the weighted fall, what a splash
and then we will be on the mend.
Albion Detritus
A vibe of Prussia in the jaw
of Russia, killing the Junker
and stealing the major Estate
with formality out the gate.
In fact, the German Communist
poked worst, beggaring the Marxist.
The GDR kept industry
though, and nature festivity.
We have Thought Police, and a wall
for those refusing to play ball.
Blair, Le Probleme for J Orr
Albion polluted by trash
people, many needing to wash,
quite unable to speak English
and too few with a sense of dash.
You really must join The Home Guard
for a pint, and to hear The Bard.
The Birmingham stay-behinders
may get shot by our guerillas.
The brown deniers of The Lord
in the past, were put to the sword.
December 7th finito until midnight
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Jester Jesting Interview
Tony : name a Muslim Rock Band !
or Aria off a Grandstand
and a great painting made of sand.
What, in love, taken by the hand,
the fate of pregnancy unplanned ?
What transfigures the over-tanned ?
Tony, a joke : have you seen a
slim-lined Muslim ballerina ?
Extinction
The endlessly milling around
zombie partly pathogens mind
away at any purposeful
mid of decorum, or hopeful
ordering one once may have had
and worst more, they are never glad.
They freak their anti-world over
the under, wandering terror.
Parsing Paring MacNeice
Much work de facto reportage
but and lyric superbia
like June thunder deep in a page.
For the common reader, select,
as for my work, to gain respect.
December 8th the work above dated
1937; The Sunlight on the garden prior
The Expulsion
From Home Guard (1940)
to Camden Town Hall : you have been
saturating with invader
the Farm Borough pavement and green.
The black-robed are life denier
who repudiate our Amy
Winehouse, and no doubt Banksy
and the triumphant Church organ
fugue, out of place in Albion.
You are advised to leave Camden.
at 11 pm on December 8th preview
Ever Onwards !
Driven by those who died
for The Elysian sacred ;
their country now contort, poisoned,
evil ruling the BBC.
We will battle for purity
and the Hymnal sanctuary.
The Monster Boris
He, for building to destruction
with gay boy Old Etonian
Towers in the dystopian,
flowers rocked for the African
December 9th partly at St Jude's
Dead Wood Overboard
Seeing three bell-cheeked Negro
children, jokey, headscarf black, robed
strangely inert, dumb-founded
noisy opposite me Friday
late in The Crescent Library
and there wrongly, on Charity
of the State think : who is paying ?
How do we nurture competing ?
Should they be deterred from mating :
rambling on, their lingo no-go.
The Vast Tall Box
Camden Goods Yard : lit, a Kafka-
esque name, on flatlets for China
in piggy bank format, without
ending vast square lawn in the lost
Plan, for a former great car park,
the pre- and post-human kept dark.
There never will be activity
nor the Railway Exchange pony
at the bearing absurdity,
seen worst above St Saviour.
Clinical OBR
I await the next monthly debt,
the void Rachel did not expect
figure, for exposing in text.
(Such decadent Establishment !)
Clear the corpses from the houses,
the blotchy bodies and blouses.
Greeting Traherne
Malaya, Germany, Surrey
for Sussex, upper Wiltshire
with the Light of Eden rarely
but a calling in Normandy.
Early Camden, sanctuary
to Primrose Hill, Virgin Mary.
December 10th
Al Haboob
Not, indeed, for the perting tip
in black Saudi Arabia
for the besty thing outstanding
but the first Pro Camel Racing
team in the world, lit by Pogba
a World footballer-investor
Ambassador for The Camel.
Do they get the hump, in flannel ?
No doubt they have to start thirsty
with The Prize, time at a sprinkler.
After Traherne
Determined to staying alive
you enter the light to survive.
Viewing cloudy space in the cold,
you exercise to sortie bold.
If, finally, down underground
there will be no canticle sound.
You may be reaching for new light
with a spirit, somewhere airtight.
Your life as an apparition
could be prey to superstition.
December 11th
WKT Redev. Project
What will the people do all day ?
with little or nothing to say,
relying on Benefits pay
unaware of the time of day,
life perpetual holiday
with no Christian deity.
This vision from insanity
driven by a banality,
structured corruptly to reject
the rational who might object.
Site Visit
Garbled people eat up garbage
or, endlessly, have to forage.
Will anyone say : quelle domage !
Corruption Galore !
Trash-ification Albion
in need of strong medication,
with a traitor Oxford Union.
Artist Beleaguered
Life of continual fury
raging at the idiocy
non stop, the singularity.
Bond Busters
What do they cost in interest ?
the lazy failing every test
knowing The State will give the best.
Roar At Camden Council
How dare you let the anti-art
monsters deign in The Borough. Fat
they waddle, dull-eyed, never smart.
They never get down to The Gym
and never sing a Christian Hymn.
Do they believe in anything ?
Establishment Rotten
King not a King : comport failure ;
PM, an electoral fraudster
and they both kow-towed to Mecca.
Not worth a single Dambuster
let evil grow without order
did not fire at the border.
Camden Ruin Today
Multiple empty Tower blocks
the economy on the rocks
the Developers wearing socks
and why from China, for the locks.
Not a single building has clocks.
Gulls overhead circle in flocks.
The Degenerate
From the MI9 viewpoint
(and I, from birth, a tied Agent)
declare Camden, so decadent
to be, for NATO, dire threat
draining the BOE, not least.
We need only people that count.
The Muslim not reliable
(Foyle's War) here, unviable.
We, preparing for War, Camden
Town Hall, so cut down the lumen.
nb In Italy, in 1944, my 9th/12th RL
father was drawn into British Military
Intelligence. Post war became A.D.C
(BMI) for General Airey, in Duino
Castle Trieste. One aim: coral Tito...
December 12th
Cross-Country Running
The, intrinsically unfit
Muslim, needy of atonement.
There are those who, superior
attend to the inferior.
The ointment Equalities Act
Blair, is not a matter of fact.
Muslim women like to shower
when, they can all rub together.
Sill Tabla
Faint sunlight ending on roofline
at 2 pm, in December
I hear Kerry and Rosie bark
in the neighbouring outer yard,
still rejoice at my Studio
south-facing window, morning sun
caught reading of drones in Ukraine.
Never to heard from again.
Life is a leaf, dust on a sill
and a reality, fragile.
December 13th 3 pm
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