Sunday, 2 July 2023

cut to the cheese


 

money squawks

 

just titanic when

5 adventurers

grab the headlines from

5 refugees

 

quite ironic too

how the depth of high

life engulfs the rich

trumps to the poor

 

the iconic few

versus did I say

5 yes all aboard

kids going down

 

gin & tonics or

sips from plastic cups

famous lasts at least

crushing is quick

 

aye the tragic 5

beats another 5

hundred give or take

these are the breaks

 

 

goodbye Mr Chits

 

folks bewail it but democracy

soldiers on when unfit rulers die

Caesar by others’ hands Atatürk

drank himself dry

 

Hovis too has sacks of enemies

populism’s Comeback Kid they ain’t

yet but time is on their side they might

still become Saint

 

Gee a force for sumpin least the bad

hair brigade’ve scored a champion now

maybe cross the pond they’ll find a new

home for their show

 

they and Princess Whatstheirface the new

Stan & Oily garths or queens of dragged

through a privet backwards screaming blue

murder type lags

 

social democrats beware them white

minstrels got some clever tricks no black

balls can spoil their ballots bounders just

don’t give a frack

 

 

Hovis ain’t brown bread

 

bold Odysseus lost all those men

woe betide such fools as took his side

drowned or gobbled up by Cyclops trans

formed into swine

 

nothing’s down for them besides their parts

acted out in poësy portrayed

on mosaics or as extras paid

off by the day

 

never stick your hands up boys & girls

sleep with Ithaca’s elite in fields

not the palace Troy was sacked with more

mercy he yields

 

only when the gods have raised their brows

will Athena save you nay your match

staged for necrophiliacs who crunch

nuts as they watch

 

bold Odysseus to give the man

half his due the individual

has their place in this imperfect world

leave him a goal

 

 

how now POW wow

 

when their time had come

summonsed to enlist

wore the uniform

didn’t resist

 

never volunteered

shunned that kind of twist

drowned their qualms in beer

should they exist

 

taken prisoner

shackled hand o’er fist

shall we treat em fair

smiley or pissed

 

share like hearth & home

with the antichrist

Wagner’s on the phone

gonna insist

 

this Amerikar

bring on spouse & kids

Liberty like yah

free to the heist

 

 

Swindler’s Lift

 

It would be the heist of the twentieth century, a long game lasting twelve years before the perpetrators were hunted down, liquidated, ticked off or lost to the chaos of war. Pifflesquate remarked, in the crass squalor of their glee,

The opportunity to play this character’s too great to miss, a once in a lifetime opp. Where’s me cozzie?

 

 

hard act to follow

 

Hovis was a fibber Blair

too told blatant lies but kills

count for more so what’s the score

thousands to nil

 

getting Brexit done or half

baked more like when Covid struck

Pan’s pandemic came unstuck

hardly a laugh

 

thousands died but not because

Hovis caught a chill they sneezed

yes with others copped a dose

dropped to their knees

 

aye they partied folks would whine

shame on them the hypocrite

lost their job & paid a fine

easily but

 

Putin only has to quote

Tony on Saddam Husein

for the cheek to score the most

points on Ukraine

 

 

the intelligence of stones

 

time has passed the test it set itself

up as umpire once the human mind

let it loose across the universe

therefore a blind

algorithm cutting paths through space

bouncing like a 3D pinball up

down & round the hidden bends of black

holes to be cup

winner there’s the treble in the bag

only trouble left us far behind

fiddling with the mother ship’s controls

those & the wind

solar wind that is you get my drift

mastering the galaxy we tripped

half its fuses now to put things straight

all hands on deck

gotta shed some ballast throw them stones

overboard ignore their screams they feel

nothing just display the rules of rhyme

rhythm & doubt

 

 

ravin@68

 

toe the line of duty Babe

pay yourself a compliment

step aside & make believe

future’s for rent

 

all the rides you ever rode

put them out to grass you said

running races on the side

fever’s gone dead

 

cryogenically freeze

sickness till one break of day

presto hey the cure is here

time to awake

 

sell yourself a dozen years

more not less & this is how

pledge your house then take the plunge

mortgage the now

 

sign your name draw up some plans

think of all the friends you’ll make

plus the memories no fake

safe in our hands

 

 

sex on The City

 

more indecent gross

markets opened last

year than in the whole

decade before

 

paid illicit sex

crime experienced

soaring growth despite

falling returns

 

boys accepted less

men demanded more

this while kiddie porn

bucked its decline

 

now investors hope

females will reverse

years of negative

growth to relaunch

 

strictly pervert life

styles protection free

trading on police

silence no tax

and no smell


Thursday, 1 June 2023

the Tatlock manifesto


car boot find

 

genuine organic nonsense up for grabs

unintelligible art non fungible

tokenised & wrapped in promissories still

wet from the horse trough

 

just a sec Lord Whatsyerface me bunioned feet

scarcely brushed the ground you say this job lot’s worth

twice its weight in cosmic waste no shit it’s more

valuable unboxed

 

tip the lot across the yard we’ll get some mad

keen apprentices on sorting isotopes

from the spent Picassos Warhol prints & owl

Salvador Dalis

 

crypto clues aside how much d’you reckon John

give or take a half-life pack the grafting in

buy ourselves a floating home or camper van

move to the Far East

 

oi you’ve stabbed me right between the shoulder blades

what the Dickens for you dirty rat I’ll tell

Mother think you’re clever well I never dis-

honour among thieves

 

 

strip chess

 

red night

takes

white porn

 

rook pops

up

that’s check

 

your top

please

my turn

 

mate in

eight

moves what

 

no thong

sex

or quits

 

 

the Tatlock manifesto

 

tapioca pud

jam like Kelly’s Eye

not a hand grenade

dropped in yr gruel

 

bloody good you can’t

beat a bit of white

poison just desserts

pardon my frog

 

semolina you’re

waltzing up our street

coronation style

rhubarb & egg

 

custard talking stewed

prunes the stones foretold

who’d be rich from those

coveting loaves

 

beggars never said

they were professised

now I’ll fetch me owl

lollypop stick

 

 

keep this to yourself

 

there's no

telling you

can’t say

 

stick two

blighters down

one hole

 

ten days

pass the time

intact

 

oh folks

do exchange

stuff but

 

neither

pole would make

contact

 

 

husbandry for all

 

some Egyptians worshipped sacred bulls

mummified their cats had bird & dog

headed gods the thieving beetles what’s

that all about

ancient Greeks gave women snakes for hair

Disney raised a mouse to sorcerer’s

app & Goofy what became of him

janitor bore

houyhnhnms & yahoos I dig

held many a convo with my Ben

Jobs he ran away neglected no

not out of food

chickens are another matter love

counts for nowt without their daily grain

eggs will not emerge a fair exchange

always been veg

though I ate my share of Sunday lambs

as a child the gramps a slaughterman

what I’m tryna say is animals

ain’t got no beef

 

 

cheese island

 

cite specific laws

striking robot attitudes

ditch the dreamboat clause

every think is wrong

lyrics root replacement moods

do another song

fix that broken muse

switch to B sharp major chords

see what nothing proves

play the pink notes force

folks to listen there’s the gong

submarine’s on course

land crabs sing along

seascape paintings spot the nudes

losers don’t belong

 

 

skin on drums

 

poets in their sheds

two sheds down the banks

holidaying all

summer the swine

 

wallowing in pure

inspiration full

board & extras kit

washed for a song

 

time of reckoning

pays your money takes

what you fancy eh

grabbed by the tail

 

chances are you’d flog

Auntie Jean as white

traffic just the one

thing to get on

 

play the cherub you

smile & quote a line

Whitman wrote some time

during the war

 

 

sick note

 

caught me out

kafam gone

uptake slow

 

here’s a card

sent in by

God Themselves

 

says I’m owed

fifty leaves

man of means

 

see Me now

bring your watch

chain is all

 

signed in real

bloody ink

msg ends

 

 

Wagner on ice

 

do the Russians dunk

men in yolk before

they’re deployed

or preferring hard

boiled devour them like

salted nuts

downing vodka shots

either way what counts

not the rate

but the cost per day

bed & breakfast lunch

evening meal

ammo clothing boots

casket flag & ten

gun salute

 

 

Peer Gynt & I

 

Armageddon’s neither close at hand

nor afoot it’s as they say the game

never up until Brunhilda’s voice

shatters the ice

while the transit of the Valkeries

cross the Baltic zooming Hitler’s gang

down to the hall of the Mountain King

start of Act Three’s

nowhere near the ending anyroad

fantasies are just like proper life

persons who only exist in time

archetypes free

spirits live forever or at least

resurrection automatically

brings them back as soon as they have gone

off for a Burt

on the other hand who knows with death

fairly common best watch out be true

to oneself neglect heroic try

staying alive

 

 

Orpheus in Squidland

 

how can China change

sides like Eric Blair

claimed to use his real

moniker eh

 

or will Orwell do

trust an Eton man

walking holidays

dressed as a tramp

 

was Tiresias

half as mad to learn

how the others felt

but the Chinese

 

they’re inscrutable

Marco Polo came

home & flogged some tales

porcelain too

 

doesn’t mean a thing

Georgie boy was fly

hedged his bets no way

China is fey



wilderness song

 

given you my word

choice is take or leave it yours

silence the absurd

 

I’ll accept a sneeze

cough or whispers overheard

shooting like the breeze

 

but you have a spare

organ play a tune for me

flash your derrière

 

well the answer’s mean

come again there’s nothing there

calling that obscene

 

echoes cut the air

through the empty atmosphere

predators draw near

not seen on radio

Monday, 1 May 2023

long live The Dead

without prejudice

 


Coronation shot


wears the crown with safety pins

rules Britannia smiles & waves

guarded by a gang of skins

headbutts no slaves

 

gave the world a pair of sons

bosom friends get knighthoods lords

ship for loads of extra runs

cricket my words

 

left Diana took his mum’s

part she stooped to clearing mines

till she tripped on one then crumbs

scene of the crime’s

 

muddied called Inspector Morse

even he said stately homes

not my cup of char the curse

too many rooms

 

still the theme of palace wars

playing out on Amazon’s

rival bid to seize the throne’s

par for the cause

 

 

letters of mark

 

whaling ships tie caution to the mast

though their mariners be sick & wet

island hops cross deep-sea waters harm

no one except

submarines in fur or blubber coats

zooming sleepy seals & Moby Dicks

with the swell so high they think it safe

wait till your row

boats turn up & grizzly men harpoons

at the ready stick them while they snooze

then suspend & flense their bodies boil

off the rewards

says a lot about the human cause

burning nature’s finest midnight oil

bright enough to read & write or seal

skin watertight

blokes exploring distant shores before

steaming home to pen adventure books

damn the cheek of authors hang their pink

corpses on hooks

 

 

after the math

 

calling Diane Abbot one

piece of racist scum who’s left

Jesus Christ the Holy Ghost

God on their throne

 

as a priest with 3 i-ds

I’ve been gifted faulty sight

can’t tell grey from black & white

readheads or blondes

 

note my spelling too it’s old

nothing to investigate

there I’d suffer Marilyn’s

company’s all

 

now you know I’m positive

check me out or chuck the same

difference rules she don’t belong

neither do we

 

tryna get your head around

stop it’s only us against

kings & queens & all their gang

ten to the enth

 

 

city bumpkin talk

 

deadcat kills 7 pacifists Jeez the kinder folk you get round here Leonard Cohen cringed in effigy not exactly bunny rabbis but the odd dog collar looks hardly outta place drunken Catholics sober Hindus Lefty Voodooists Decommissioned Idol Worshipers Buddy Satnavs Iconoclasts incense burning sport socks sellers shifty Shiites Sunny Jims owl Proddy puffin-hats plus sundry Non-Denominal Demi-gogs your correspondent Zonk Pifflesquate has spoken off on this in his current affairs broadcasts or giveus News At Thirteen O’clock Mein Herr just some ideas slung together for sponsorship deals on Broadcast Lies notwithstanding identical twits positioned at opposing ends of the political perspective maybe your devil maybe your lord as many uptight dudes declare at 10 to 1 it’s odds-on you bet



dreaming of electric shambles


once upon a woodland dump

fallen robots lay

faulties propped against the stumps

whirring time away

write-offs piled in salvage clumps

blind to night & day

where the toads & crickets jumped

miracles did play

out their endgame beaten chumps

death could never slay

burnt out circuits rusted pumps

short on DNA

 

 

Tinnitus Androidicus

 

see it’s like the background noise

engines make at altitudes

jetting off for paradise

kettle of boils

 

can you hear me Mother no

well perhaps you’re going deaf

too a wound up body clock

wronging of bells

 

Irish over shaken rocks

ocean ripples underground

shoaling drones that duck & dive

thundering bulls

 

meat weighed out in decibels

ninety peaking ninety-five

muffs give no protection keep

taking the pills

 

eh you think it’s funny great

balls of ice vibrating all

day & night for pity’s sake

preying like bills

 

 

death cult quips

 

wasn't Elvis shot

why you’d think they had

just as much to pot

out of him dead

 

reading signs is all

whether Lennon got

karmic justice gets

stuck in me head

 

have a heart they sang

danced about & made

teenagers go wild

jealousy see

 

still the king lives on

Coronation Street

too the walls of tombs

musical nudes

 

what became of them

where they slaves or priests

stars on afterlives

harpies of hip

 

 

Hooey & the Carbon Newts

 

what’s a living force

other than the pulse

of the universe

 

inorganic hey

nothing wrong with Non

Plussed of Milky Way

 

never having loved

doesn’t mean they’re left

off the shelf of life

 

take a lump of rock

from another world

on the mantlepiece

 

tells no time but hell

neither does the clock

till ya winds it up

 

 

the insecticides

 

natural curiosity

was a disaster for the

ant community whose nest

kiddies had found

 

all the gang joined in before

long 11 hundred pins

scrambled up their kecks & screamed

leave us our home

 

still the den was soon exhumed

while its precious hoard of eggs

did as food for greedy hens

so much was learned

 

plus that ants don’t stand a chance

up against determined kids

long the Siege of Anthill reigned

over their games

 

till some Russian soldiers came

rooting through the gangster’s lives

might’ve called it Ants’ Revenge

had they survived


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