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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Surrey's poem for Wyatt ransacked

I am going to post these poems as I write them, because of the topicality of their subjects. I shall also only leave them up temporarily, during the composition process. I'm thinking of posting no more than 4 at any one time on the blog. And eventually they will all disappear. See here to check for poems from other days. Scroll back and find the other three... Also note the beginning of this sonnet exploration, Petrarch 3, is still for sale and is the featured post to the right of this column.




Praise the diversity of diversities Fox and Dox will fund
post-Brexit but don’t divulge their private incomes
blowing talk of generous public sector pay (and pensions)
across the lively head of a half pint of British mild

There are no students in this poem but three ‘breasts’
This has nurtured the hatred that forms a collective electorate
beyond the two ‘envies’ of petit bourgeois consumerism
This semantic field is over-manured with false tears

The ‘beautiful’ children with their student debt
launch the biggest bomb they can get by with
Leave my boy alone lkurking under his ambition
The vampires settled like leeches on his veiny arms

Either moderate like a diplomat with the blue plaque treatment
or kiss the ground like a drunk arriving at Lime Street

OR



Praise the diversity of diversities Fox and Dox will fund
(post-Brexit) but don’t divulge their private incomes
blow talk of generous public sector pay (and pensions)
across the lively head of a half pint of English mild

There are no students in this poem but three ‘breasts’
Debt has nurtured a collective electorate that forms
beyond the ‘envies’ of petit bourgeois consumerism
This semantic field is manured with usurers’ false tears

Leave his hero alone lurking beyond ambition
(though he dare not name him in this praise poem)
The vampires settled like leeches on his veiny arms
he was far ahead of his time because he was escaping the past

Either moderate like a diplomat the blue plaque treatment
or kiss the ground like a drunk arriving at Lime Street

OR



Praise the diversity of diversities Fox and Dox will fund
(post-Brexit) but don’t divulge their private incomes
blow talk of generous public sector pay (and pensions)
across the lively head of a half pint of English mild

There are no students in this poem but three ‘breasts’
Debt has nurtured a collective electorate that forms
beyond the ‘envies’ of petit bourgeois consumerism
This semantic field is manured with usurers’ false tears

Leave his hero alone (whom he dares not name) beyond ambition
(Click here for a clip on Sheppard’s ‘aesthetic justice’)
The vampires settled like leeches on his fiery arms
he was far ahead of his time because he was escaping the past

Either moderate like a diplomat the blue plaque treatment
or kiss the ground like a drunk arriving at Lime Street


In a decently completed state;



Direct Rule: What Virtues Rare

Praise the diversity of diversities Fox and Dox will fund
(post-Brexit) but don’t divulge their private incomes
Blow talk of generous public sector pay (and pensions)
across the lively head of a half pint of English mild

There are no students in this poem their standing debt
has nurtured a collective electorate that forms beyond
the ‘envies’ of petit bourgeois consumerism
This semantic field is manured with usurers’ tears

Leave his hero alone (whom he dares not name) beyond ambition
The vampires settled like leeches on his fiery arms
He was far ahead of his time because he was escaping the past
Click here for a clip on Sheppard’s ‘aesthetic justice’

Either moderate like a diplomat the blue plaque treatment
or kiss the ground a drunken student alighting at Lime Street


THAT END:



Either moderate like a diplomat the blue plaque treatment
or kiss the ground a drunken student alighting at Lime Street


or

Either moderate as a diplomat the blue plaque treatment
or kiss the ground like a drunk(en?) student alighting at Lime Street

How bothered am I that this one isn't funny like the others? I'm relieved it's not got dogging in it, but since these overdubs, poems under my direct rule, as my silly conceit has it, are completely at my mercy I can do what I like - or rather, the person in the poem can. He seems to think that I'm somebody else, hence his reference to the Bernstein  clip. The link in the poem above is real and live. Click it? (i took this line out and it entered the next poem!

RS: 11.25

No, it's Friday and some Brexiteer on the radio provided me with the missing line, along with a memory almost nobody will remember of Roy Harper's 'One of those days in England' from the 1970s.



Direct Rule: What Virtues Rare

Praise the diversity of diversities Fox and Dox will fund
(post-Brexit) but don’t divulge their private incomes
Blow talk of generous public sector pay (and pensions)
across the lively head of a half pint of English mild

There are no students in this poem their standing debt
has nurtured a collective electorate that forms beyond
the ‘envies’ of petit bourgeois consumerism
This semantic field is manured with usurers’ tears

Leave Surrey’s hero alone (whom he dares not name) beyond ambition
The vampires settled like leeches on his fiery arms
He was far ahead of his time because he was escaping the past
But now it’s one of those days in sovereign global Britain

Either moderate as a diplomat the blue plaque treatment
or kiss the ground like a drunken student alighting at Lime Street

19th July/21st July