Category Archives: Poetry

Autobiography: Iberian Nights

Posted on 26 May 2022 by A Gentleman's Rapier

The nights I would sit on my windowsill after the bars had closed and I would put on Concierto de Aranjuez, repeating The Adagio, Smoking a freshly rolled Cuban cigar and sipping a whisky And I would look out, from … Continue reading →

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The Jewellery Box

Posted on 5 March 2021 by A Gentleman's Rapier

It was only a piece of cheap Chinese- made tat that she wanted for her birthday: A musical jewellery box about yea big that she saw on Amazon. It was one among many unicorn-themed gifts that she said she would … Continue reading →

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Great Books Part 1 – Ancient to 13th Century, Chronologically Arranged

Posted on 21 February 2021 by A Gentleman's Rapier

I’ve mentioned in previous entries that I wanted to engage in the Great Books firsthand, after getting a lot of it secondhand. The big question was, which Great Books list should I use? I found a few lists on various … Continue reading →

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Autobiography – A Dream

Posted on 14 November 2020 by A Gentleman's Rapier

A dream as fodder for midlife musings: What would the teen me say were he to see  me now? Writing reactionary, nay,  fascist, poetry and imbibing the  best poets of the last Century.                 … Continue reading →

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Yet, They Call Me Fragile

Posted on 15 August 2020 by A Gentleman's Rapier

Attached by voluntary (so they say) chains To the desk provided to me In this open plan office Compromised from birth Wage slave Unable to speak up For fear of master’s minions Taking the food out of my children’s mouths … Continue reading →

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Old Don Henley Tunes

Posted on 8 August 2020 by A Gentleman's Rapier

  It was the sort of day That would bring to mind The lyrics from an old Don Henley song   Wind blowing off the Channel Providing the only air conditioning we’ll feel all summer Sun going down, orange in … Continue reading →

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Pipers and Drummers

Posted on 7 August 2020 by A Gentleman's Rapier

Losing an hour or so Watching pipes and drums on YouTube A child of NeoLiberal Empire Disconnected from ‘home’ Those pipes go straight to your gut And tell you where you are ‘from’ The lump appears in your throat Thinking … Continue reading →

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There Are Worse Things to be Called

Posted on 4 July 2020 by A Gentleman's Rapier

There are worse things to be called than to be called a racist: Coward and Poltroon Degenerate, Deserter A follower…in a self-righteous cocoon   There are worse things to be called Than to be called a racist: One not knowing … Continue reading →

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Adventures in Diversity: Mugging No. 2

Posted on 28 June 2020 by A Gentleman's Rapier

(a poem what I wrote) I guess he needed my wallet more than I did As I walked away from the cashpoint  On Boulevard de Magenta Down the street from the fleabag joint We were staying in He came up … Continue reading →

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