Do you see what I see?
Upon our local tides,
Like the odour of seaweed,
A flotilla of elites,
A horde of second home owners,
Bleach-blonde and windswept,
Boat shoes and red chinos,
Onboard their carbon fibre trophies,
Spinnakers like noble house crests,
Do you see what I see?
For the summer they buy the waves,
A fashion show on the blue,
A lavish display for the plebeians,
A laugh in the face of living costs,
And when they deign to make port,
To mix with the chattel,
They just look down their noses,
Whilst sipping their IPAs.
Posts Tagged ‘United Kingdom’
Yachting
Posted: May 28, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, maritime, poem, Poems, poetry, Political, United Kingdom, WorldofHarley, Writing
Coronation
Posted: May 6, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, history, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, royalty, United Kingdom, WorldofHarley, Writing
So today is the day,
The occasion we have all been awaiting,
Oh yes we have,
All of us little people,
In line for the foodbanks,
The coronation of the next figurehead,
A party for the elite,
Lo they deign to include the serfs,
To witness his golden carriage,
To shower him with tribute,
I think we’re all just the new court jesters,
Dancing gaily with our bunting,
As he takes his throne,
Wearing his golden dunce cap,
Worth more than our lives.
Venue
Posted: Aug 29, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: alcohol, Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, Music, poem, Poems, poetry, United Kingdom, WorldofHarley, Writing
An empty field,
Browned in the sun,
Ignored by the majority,
Until that weekend,
That jubilee of melodies and decibels,
Brought to life anew,
Once that stage is built,
The speakers began their rhythmic rants,
And the music flows through the soil,
Like water after a drought,
This patchwork of grass and tents,
It’s no longer a vacant space,
But a venue,
A place of memories and revelry,
Not to mention the firewater.
Whereabouts
Posted: Apr 19, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, summer, tourism, United Kingdom, WorldofHarley, Writing
On a happy day like this,
One must go on travails,
It’s expected of me,
A day like this must be favoured,
Must be taken in,
This spit of land,
We take what we can from it,
Traipsing along these island veins,
Running my fingers along white cliffs,
And across fields of green,
Enjoying it is a razor,
The sweet touch of a land adored,
The candy edge of an island of summer,
You’ll find me supping at the sight,
Clawing at the sun and licking in the swelter.
Boys Club
Posted: Mar 11, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, Politics, Satire, United Kingdom, WorldofHarley, Writing
Within those halls of Oxford,
You’ll find the boys club,
No girls or plebs permitted,
A bit of an Eton mess,
A dessert reserved for the select few,
Wealth always finding a seat at the table,
Like feudalism never died,
They toast and have their cake,
And wear their pretentious bibs,
Taught all the tricks of the gentry,
Feasting as the yobs chew dust,
As the elderly expire in the cold,
These lads are bound for greatness,
Not by virtue of competence,
But by being allowed a slice of that pudding,
Like something out of a pantomime,
It’s enough to make the common man sigh,
A reason to think lowly of the highly.
Gammon
Posted: Jan 25, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, Political, Politics, Satire, United Kingdom, WorldofHarley, Writing
I’m an ordinary British bloke,
Just trying to scrape by in my four-bed,
Back in my day,
I bought a hovel at eighteen,
Suffered little debt for my degree,
Why should the young have an easier time?
They clearly don’t work hard enough,
We never used to have mental illness,
Why not just cheer up?
Go and get some fresh air,
We’re being invaded by the displaced,
I see them on their dinghy warships,
They’re coming for the jobs we’ve retired from,
It’s true because the rag says so,
They said it on the front page,
It’s my opinion,
You can’t criticise me,
That would make you a leftie,
Full of woke,
Hating our country.