take a walk with me
rising Thames and dappled shade
South Bank setting Sun
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CLP 21/05/2022
on the river
Tag Archives: London
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
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CLP 24/04/2022
on light
Waterloo sunset
bounces off bus sat on red
city plays the blues
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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
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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.
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CLP 04/03/2022
on light
night time but not dark
city subverts day's rhythym
body clocks changes
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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
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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
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n.b. 
Day 3 here is how the cards fell when I cut the deck: whet, game. (For TC).
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CLP 03/04/2021
Voyage des Mots 