on the river

take a walk with me
rising Thames and dappled shade
South Bank setting Sun

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CLP 21/05/2022

London

you held my hand
in the crowd
I led you gently

we walked through Saturday
saw the city
opening like tulips

we shared our food
in Brick Lane
Brasserie

you slept
on the train
head on my shoulder

it felt like love
tasted like love
looked like love

~

CLP 24/04/2022

on light

Waterloo sunset
bounces off bus sat on red
city plays the blues

~

n.b. Something changed today. The truth is out; money might buy influence, or purchase trophies, but there is still right and wrong. Somebody finally turned the floodlights on Stamford Bridge.

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CLP 10/03/2022

on the canal

drawn into city
sugar and cloth spun to gold
slavery's profits

~

n.b. It is all beginning to add up, connect, make sense. A country that thrived on dirty money can’t kick the habit. Banking, insurance, property, stocks and shares, exploitation of the workers, whether slaves or those trapped on minimum wages.

The rich get richer, the divide widens; the values of the market predominate, the price of every penny, the value of nothing; it’s always been profits before people; hence the willingness to accept the dodgy money from Russia, China, Hong Kong, Thailand, Saudi Arabia and Abu Dhabi, to name a few places where Premier League football clubs have received financial backing – don’t even ask where estate agents, lawyers, and private schools get their cash.

~

CLP 04/03/2022

on light

night time but not dark
city subverts day's rhythym
body clocks changes

~

CLP 03/12/2021

on London

taxing the low paid
while laundering millions
tennis with BoJo

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n.b. It’s wrong. London’s financial machinery is central to money laundering crime world-wide. See the Pandora Papers for more.

CLP 05/10/2021

on Switzerland iv

meet ten people
two work anti-corruption
mountains of money

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n.b. Catherine Belton’s book “Putin’s People” mentions Switzerland (and London) frequently. She and the publishers are subject to a number of libel suits in London at present. We’ll see how that pans out.

CLP 27/09/2021

On Water xii

dirty old canal

lone Wellington boot floats

questions unanswered

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CLP 21/04/2021

At the platform there stood the London train

…the London train that was packed with people

people with different places to go

places thronged with colleagues and / or friends

friends some new, some known for years

years that have fallen like blossom

blossom scented with childhood memories

memories diffused by time and tide

tide that swept clear a foreign shore

a foreign shore where lovers swam

lovers who lost their faith in Love

Love that became too wild to tame

too wild that two hearts were rent

hearts that continued to beat like muffled drums

muffled drums we reading this will not hear

we who not know when our day will come

a day from which we cannot run

~

p.s. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty One prompt; repetitive set up.

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CLP 21/04/2020

Do Not Alight Here…

…the sign on the platform read

provoking that bloody-minded reaction

he saw as proof of living a life

still worth it, worth everything

worth going to bed

with a stranger once more

here might be the place

that could throw things up

burn the throat, whet the tongue

revive, refresh, rekindle

the screech of parakeets

colonising plane trees in the park

after-dark sounds on full reverb

in daylight on streets

of colour, black to white all blood

everyone from anywhere

who’ll do something, anything

no more bi this

no more buy that

stop and search me, why don’t you

I’m game as road-kill

as smart as street crime

as sharp as a wife

given half-a-clue to step out

and start out anew

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Button with white background Day 3 here is how the cards fell when I cut the deck: whet, game. (For TC).


NaPoWriMo

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CLP 03/04/2021