For Defra 2 for Norfolk
Repudiators of country
deserve to be hung from gantry
en masse.
You favour the social
decanting of pointless people,
banal in the extreme, no point
ever to anything they lament
or attempt to say. Discipline
is taboo to them, their cretin.
Conversation to have structure
or be, pace Pinter, languor.
What Is
the point of the pointless people
who only want to sniff weevil
or, admire Simon Cowell
grinning that he has won it all
like an ape, in The Hunger Game
boasting that he lay in the frame
for those leaning back, the cat tame
and their waffle always the same.
The Day of Judgement, they will text
Simon to find out who is next.
Rhodesia for Molly (Grandmother)
I remember the Point-to-Point
at Parham, Cowdray, the Polo
and the be-jeaned jeunesse doree
torn blue faded, the girls' white
cotton chemise and the champagne
drunk picnic off each Estate car,
the tail gate up ; on aerial
after aerial, a pennant
supporting UDI. In fact,
Zim became a catastrophe
for Africa, the bread-basket
of millions. Unfortunately,
Blair failed to send in Hereford
to recoup. Trump, do intervene.
February 3rd Molly born Salisbury.
UDI lasted Nov 11th 1965 to 1979.
Ian Smith fought off Harold Wilson
Colour In February
First sunlight, on a party wall
with summer set beyond recall
and young women wearing a shawl.
Spiky green, the winter jasmine
and you want tea from Darjeeling
for restoration of feeling..
You can think your time is over
for an hour, gone the clover
but pure time can suit the rover
through entering infinity,
by a sunning divinity
reborn, young in The Trinity.
Tom wrote of an untimed moment
sunlit, with nothing to lament.
February 4th with my Penates pent
Never Forget
I am MI9 and a son
The British Army of The Rhine,
father a Commandant therein.
( Military Intelligence ).
Home populating pollution
one day, may merit invasion.
For too long sitting on the fence :
we, tired of the inhuman.
For Blair On Gaza
The Philistine is not human,
did deserve trim liquidation.
To defer more, teach them Latin
for etiquette, deportment wan
and acute English, to read Milton
and savour wine not as a sin.
Ralph On Rhodesia
A man of terrible poison
Harold Wilson should have been shot.
I remember hearing with terror
of meetings on a Destroyer
as child, with impending ruin.
I lived with such unending pain.
Ralph wrote me that Independence
came one hundred years too early
in respect of The Crown Colony.
All needed our Jurisprudence :
best freeing date was 2060.
It a model democracy.
For those of the 1940
war generation, votes only.
Ralph Prognosis
Boxgrove Man, as of now, needed
a hundred more years to re-tread
as fully human, and evolve
like an Italian, to solve.
Our Sub-Saharan Africa
grew, part of Roman Empire.
The great composer was Elgar,
troubled by a First World War.
February 5th
Explorer Sonnet
The light brazen, on a Monday
studying a map with nowhere
to go, and everything raw
a pencil in the bottom draw
you guilt over the crowded
scare train, for those nothing to say
but do recall the erotic
golden moment, her in a flash
and in her room never to pick
a further move, cutting a dash
unable to return. You burn
at her choosing to strip ; turn.
The commuters have their cauldron,
by law never to be wanton.
February 6th last of 16 texts for A C
Car Crash 1 (May 1978)
I, returning from a meeting
at vast BPC, in Watford
run by Maxwell, known linking
with the KGB, since Seventy
One, my red Sports car not a Ford.
Was I thought ex Rhine Army.
The other driver was a Jew
against my car door, red of hue.
To recap, the crash nearly fatal,
thereafter I was nearly natal.
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As for recent 'event framing'
Probation was near to Printing :
St. John Street did infer Kremlin.
In London, many a Russian.
February 7th saw Chief Buyer BPC
The Evil Trinity
Human trash is over-breeding.
We cannot afford their feeding.
Blair, Brown, Mandie, Starmer scheming
made up total evil beaming.
Do we need Gas Ovens at Barking,
Albion needs reforming.
We need Citizenship testing
before ruling AI storming,
the soul in Latin exulting.
Revelation Sonnet
I said, at five in the morning
Deo Gratias regarding
my cemented Studio wall
and was glad to be there at all.
Later, fresh, out on Primrose Hill
bronzed beau women, striding jogging.
I was free of the Muslem pall ;
every one deserves a flogging.
Could not believe Ash Wednesday
little more than a week away.
Eliot went to Confession,
finding self eaten to the bone.
Into St Silas the Martyr,
saw a Lady Virgin like her.
Warning Camden Town Hall
MI9 expects The Borough
to be clear of Muslem sorrow,
a year or two after tomorrow
then engage with the rainbow,
the Virgin Mary, her halo ;
and exercise to be thorough.
In the Gym, you must sing a Hymn.
Mandelson To Epstein (2010)
Gordon Brown 'needs to be confined
asap to a sana-
torium' and 'he needs five
years of therapy'. (Post Valley).
Brown had been running on anger,
his head screeching in Arun sand.
cf my 'High Summer' (2009)
Acute Monet
Painted Terrace at Sainte-Adresse
('67) view luxuriant
seaside garden, father and Aunt
where they had a house, finest.
Three years on The Beach at Trouville.
To travel there, am not able.
Pour moi, beaucoup de tristesse !
LBC Core Roman
The London Borough of Camden
peak view, High Church Anglican
and of the Catholick Roman.
The insulting Muslem, to ban
in totality. Speak Latin.
Starmer, to go, Arch criminal :
no idea of the liminal.
My fury : that of le volcan.
They must be converted, by plan.
February 8th texts finalement finis
The Lunatics
Fiddling whilst Rome burns, the debt
piling up to unfundable
in a land ungovernable,
in which nobody has respect
or a patrician demeanour,
the mad driving the mad madder.
There was an illusion of wealth,
destroyed by a grabbing by stealth
to give the useless, the useful
and to make the cup half full, full.
The sound of squabble dominant,
few dare risk being prominent
for fear of assassination
in the disorder, by a gun.
Evolution Tray
How long was it before Boxgrove
Man was able to play Scrabble ?
Half a million years from the trove
of animal bones, the dabble.
What if the Now Revolution
is a cringing to regression,
returning to the pre-verbal
and regime of the panhandle.
Quattrocento
From cave, to a large emptiness
looking into a room, ghostly
studying art of Italy,
ceiling in Rome and Firenze
in Church and Villa, you confess
the vast grandeur of Creation
continue deliberation
as a form of meditation.
I once met Sir Harold Acton
Villa La Pietra, tea, scone.
February 9th finito finito finito
space taken up suggests A Castle 3
with some searing personal work
starting at St Jude-on-the Hill...
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