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Letters.

Posted on July 4, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Letters.

A Book

Letters

In a Book

A. B. O. O. and K.

The Librarian said,

‘Ook!’

I C individual letters,

but only when read from the page;

when read aloud,

they mingle – do U C?

U do?

Gr8!

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Letters #8

Posted on June 10, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Letters #8

What can you make out of letters?

Words?

Words of complaint,

bold enough to make you feint

this way and that;

thrust, parry, Jerusalem Larry;

creative types straight from the font,

you make them do what you want

and curse them when they won’t –

because often they don’t;

you can’t alter their wont,

they’re not yours alone,

and though you try to atone,

I’d give it up for Lent,

if you know what is meant

by a life more or less well spent.

Words don’t come easy

peasy, lemon drizzle cake.

Out of letters come my words,

please make of them what you will

make.

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In the Squad Car

Posted on May 3, 2019 by | Leave a comment

In the squad car

Juliet (into walkie-talkie): Oscar Biscuit Tango! Oscar Biscuit Tango!

Oscar: Shouldn’t that be Oscar Bravo Tango?

Juliet: It should, but; as you are named Oscar Biscuit, I thought that I would update our phonetic alphabet a little.

Oscar: I should remind you, Juliet, that your name is Juliet and we can always make strange new phonetic letters to go with that.

Juliet: Such as?

Oscar: Well, um, okay, how about Juliet Zipadeedoodah Fandango?

Juliet: I like it, lots. And I’m going to change my name by deed poll to ‘Juliet Zipadeedoodah Fandango!’

Oscar: you can’t change the Juliet part – you are already Juliet.

Juliet: No, not really; the lads at my first station just called me that because of my being a woman.

Oscar: Oh. What is your real name?

Juliet: It’s a bit embarrassing?

Oscar: You can tell me – I’m Oscar Biscuit, so let’s just be open with our names.

Juliet: Okay. My name is… Charli (with an I and no e) Sue-Lou Foxcroft.

Oscar: And a lovely name it is, too.

Radio Voice: Oscar Biscuit Tango! Oscar Biscuit Tango! It’s Golf Hotel Weekend here – are you receiving me?

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Letters #5

Posted on March 12, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Letters #5

(I was supposed to write a poem about ‘Letters’.)

Green, salad-looking, fresh;

with leaves crisp and crunchy;

good friend to the tomato;

yearning for a dollop of Mayo

or Salad Cream,

maybe some light vinaigrette.

When your life’s course has run,

do you say,

Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien.

a la Edith Piaf?

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#Letters 4

Posted on February 22, 2019 by | Leave a comment

#Letters 4

I don’t have letters after my name,

nor bailiffs after my goods and chattels;

I am solely to blame

for any skirmishes and battles

that I have entered into

with the dubious intention

of staking my claim

to the wealth of a nation;

and I have ‘never’ liaised with the Devil;

though, to give him his due,

he has ‘never’ ‘ever’ asked me to.

I don’t receive many letters

with my name emblazoned

upon the envelope;

I live in hope,

not literally, but laterally,

and how long is a piece of rope?

What is there left when all soap is gone?

Why do rhetorical questions matter so little to me;

the former? The latter?

the letter of the law is unsure upon this point,

and, so, I anoint myself with the moisture of sweat,

or, better yet,

a lack of physical and mental debt.

We are ‘all’ living in a material world,

and I am a material;

well, maybe knot.

My D.I.G.N.I.T.Y.

becomes less ev’ry day.

PS Good Luck with the above.

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#Letters – Deconstructing a Poem

Posted on February 13, 2019 by | Leave a comment

#Letters – Deconstructing a Poem

If you take every individual letter

from this poem

and put them in order of amount of use

it doesn’t make the poem better,

to be terse –

it makes it worse!

–:/–

And here are the component parts:

Iiiiiiiii

ffff

yy

ooooooooooo

uuuuu

tttttttttttttttt

aaaaaa

kkk

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

vv

rrrrrrrr

nnnnn

ddddd

ll

mmmmmmm

hhh

ssssss

ppp

‘

bb

,

–

w

!

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Letters.

Posted on February 12, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Letters.

Letters

make the words

that make the sentences

that make the words go round

the world.

And I bet,

that an alphabet

is better at aiding that

than a black cravat.

Which is kinda weird;

but, as I’ve said before,

it’s what I do.

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