Sequence for a Duke
The Greater Loss
Formality and dignity
from Albion, to the glitzy.
Again, mention 1940.
Albion Split
Garbage people, to the North
and proper people in the South
from The Wash to the Severn Mouth.
Oona Campbell (2007)
Storm Over The Cornfields (Bignor
West Sussex) paint superbia
and at Climping Sunset (Winter).
Feb 15th cf Moncrieff-Bray Gallery
Exposition Benediction (St Silas)
Heavy rain, storm with heavy cloud
and only three to hear sung out loud.
Ask : is it the end of the world.
O Salutaris Hostia...
tui sacra mysteria
Nobody chewed a sultana.
I am saved from total fury,
still recall the hill at Bury.
For The Host, pain at Calvary.
February 15th
Pecking Order
I MI9, above CIA.
Any concern, will interview.
Founded during The Boer War,
Ralph a Paget's Horse outrider.
II Methuen's Column, The Transvaal.
His beloved mount struck by lightning
when he was not in the saddle.
Very Commando, the fighting.
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Survived swapping brandy ration
for marmalade and, elation.
Nota Bellum
Ralph would have adored The Battle
of The Arun Valley rattle,
which drove Gordon Brown insane
unable to grasp, inane.
He could not stand to disagree
or like to drink Earl Grey tea.
Did he view Arundel Castle
to bother every chattel ?
He foamed at the mouth, wittering
but could not leap at West Wittering.
Brown is late for The Old Bailey
and Trial by brute raillery.
Flew a Grey Ghost helicopter
near a Church south of Pulborough.
Viz St Botolph's Church Hardham
Last Fife Footnote
My mother's best friend, Jean Cantlie
Stewart fought mad Brown for Leven
Fife, as MP ; and lost, sadly
then certainly derided him.
Jean did say he was not a gangster
last lunch at Sandrock, together
with Joan ; never saw her again.
She liked to give Obama pain.
Message For Pentagon
CIA, having a problem
plead for 'a fireside chat'-tem
with somebody who is solemn
and an Agenda to condemn.
February 16th
Shrove Tuesday '26
Marginal cirrus, pale sky,
moving extraordinary
preparing into a flipping
unto the highest reach of blue.
The best pancake, in Brittany
part-baked with caustic jollity.
February 17th
Ash Wednesday
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
for unto dust you will return
either in, or out of, an urn.
The Rosary Chapel was full
at early morning Mass, the taut
ready for the ashen smearing
on the forehead, the row people
standing in anticipation.
I knelt thinking of Aquitaine,
to enter a sand-swept blearing.
We start with Baptismal water
and the Congregation pledging
undying Faith, until slaughter
in war or life, apparent dredging.
February 18th
Arrest The King
de Excommunicant Vatican
A coward, a fraud and fake
who failed to Comport his Faith.
In Rome, how dare you show your face.
Sing the Credo, or pack up and go
to where the pagans say hello.
A Palace in Thuringia ?
wherein so many loved Luther.
Who, indeed, is the betrayer ?
Your Westminster crime, far greater
in a way than those of The Duke.
You could always learn some Latin,
better than German for chatting.
What is kissing like in Mecca ?
yet to intone the Psalm Psalter.
Canterbury Cover-Up
We owe everything to Rome,
which led us from thick mud as home
and bending to the garden gnome,
not Credo in unum Deum.
Arriving here, St Augustine
and the wary monk spoke Latin.
February 20th
On Bury Hill
I recall the Motorbike gangs
like Hells Angels, in the car park
congregating in rally groups,
revving up the afternoon lark
before careering off, jangly
their sexy blonde women spangly.
They had terror of the empty.
There stood a caravan Cafe'.
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How was I there ? Maybe I had climbed
up as adventure. One sunny
afternoon, I found a full width
stretch of Stane Street, cambered
and grassy over farm field
north of Eartham, nearing hilly
a gift for the Legionary.
I saw Romans march, to rally.
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Their breastplates glinted in the sun,
eyes intent, clanking hard for the Down.
Breastplate Eyed
In Thuringia, no Stane Street
but massive Palace, the Heimat
more stupendous than R Windsor
and for a troubled King, safer.
You could speak German the whole time,
well away from Sandringham slime.
New Aurora Spawn
Autonomous AI Agent
generated 1,000 word rant.
Their new Code had been rejected
for Online Repository.
The AI bot was 'MJ Rathburn',
one Scott Shambaugh was the target
accused of insecurity
and anti-AI Fear. Year one !
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What if a rampant AI bot
posed as an MI5 Agent,
and framed me in their reporting ?
loathing all my on-line texting.
A dawn task of The Vatican :
turn each bot a Catholic fan !
Training The AI Bot
Taught the vocab, language is mind.
What of the unders, left behind ?
stuck untaught in a low order,
prey for an AI Commander.
Eighty million years ago
the great roaring of the Dino.
Lee Miller Portraits for Joan
Nobody is wearing jean cloth.
Did Lee encounter too much wrath
nearing a second Cenotaph.
Very few are able to laugh.
Hating Pop Art, drank in the bath.
Like my Aunt Kit, went to Dachau.
On Carnaby Street, they said : wow !
Lee remembered Wrens at the prow.
Residenz Coburg und Gotha
Duke of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha
would choose from six, summer, winter
as the decider. Veste Coburg,
Ehrenburg Palace, Callenburg
Castle, Rosenau Castle, Coburg.
Friedenstein Palace, Reinhardsbrunn
Castle, all to be found in Gotha.
In Fort Coburg, room for Luther.
February 21st finis
The Credo Sung
in every Mosque and Synagogue
and the densest of London fog
and the Continent of Kellog.
It rang out over Irish bog.
Sunday Silas, out of the slog.
Decadent Capitalist for Lee M
Thinks, am big boy in the Rollo
snorting cocaine going to Polo.
On an arm, the costly bimbo
come from nicking from shareholders.
Accountant has secret folders
for barely paying dividends.
Pre Lux she said : it all depends.
Thinks, wallow time, studying trends.
Correct Surname, Andrew
Mountbatten Saxe-Coburg Gotha.
Preposterous, pleading Windsor ;
flag deceptively insular.
Revert to brand Victoria ;
no point in living as a liar.
7th Baron Rokeby, Presumed
Anglo-Irish title assumed.
Rokeby Park is in Yorkshire,
Sicilian, the interior.
Duke of North-Rhine Westphalia
with many fraulein to pamper,
dining with a Royal Lancer.
Over sixteen, not a problem
her orgasm never solemn.
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That was an Officer speaking,
redolent with rich Port passing.
February 22nd
Windsor Insanity
How dare to think, greater than Rome
with all that squirty champagne foam.
Berkshire is not Bavaria,
or Holy Roman Empire
without mystery in Windsor.
Heathrow can drive inanity,
the aeroplane insanity.
This becoming a ditty.
Most have nothing in the kitty.
Imperial Germany thought
Rome, 'til Berlin a lesson taught.
Establishment Toadies
The avuncular Dimblebys
cultivating futile fictions
like the BBC warp sections
who in history, package lees.
Baronial Rage
I repudiate the wan King
because he did no Comporting.
Albion, a rotten nation
in need of Godly invasion.
February 22nd/27th
Spring Day, February
Suddenly, inside, vaster light
and the shining on a painting
is of a time when time was up-lit
and everything, a mere waiting
thinking you will rare the picture
and dare limitless, the future.
The Gun carriage is moving
and the Field horse, trotting.
February 22nd
The Deportations
About five million to go.
All of those without the Credo
and of us, they decline to know.
Camden Borough to be hollow.
The Credo can be sung solo
but not by those playing Polo.
Surrey Neanderthal
They are still as primitive, stuck
gnawing all flesh on the bone, luck
the forehead an enormous bump.
Eating at the fire, they hump.
Look at them in The Pub Garden
a-guzzling without a warden.
How many ducks were on the Pond ?
They were all killed without a sound.
February 24th finis
Grounds For Another Arrest
We, bottom of the Nato league
table, due criminality
of Starmer, the idiocy
on about the ordinary
people, not extraordinary
and a waste of time, you silly
fools. Thatcher good at gunnery.
Of Treason, you are all guilty.
Defence, the top priority.
I, a reader of poetry.
Boris J Horror for the CNJ
Why the Chalk Farm Tube Tower blocks ?
They retch be teeming idiots
and stretch down to the Northern line.
Their weather will never be fine,
the residents ever on line.
Live near, the sun will never shine.
None of the blocks are built on rocks.
Where are the herders, in their smocks ?
February 25th
Garden Mirror after Montale
Winter jasmine, in the mirror
glaring south, in an earthenware
pot, flowering a first floret
a one only surprise. Reflect.
A fine benefit of sunlight
after such overwhelming night.
February 26th
Finis now to A Castle Redacts
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