Author: rrishi99

Ole 2 Gramma (!#@?)

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Load the Sangeet
Dance with my feet
Stray sleepers on the street
That’s not where we meet.

Fanciful debonair desires
The heart is still on fire
For what the TV brought
When the ships returned nought.

How can I be rude for you
When you have the Moon to review
And your conspiracy crew
Is full of their own truth.

Jesus is for you
After you nailed him to the Cross
And told the story for us
Of your yesteryears and wankers’ Tax and Overdrafts.

Shares on the Shaadi
Come over with the Commons
Share the commotion with one of your Literary Reviews
Your just just not going to get the Kiplings cakes on, are you?

It’s always the same
With the Colonial strain
Something feminist and then some chilblains
If they don’t see it for themselves with Dwayne.

Hassle free Texts
Something frilly for your Ex
So I can be betwixt my vexation
Always late for your non invitation.

How?
Brogues.
The lounge.
Lozenges.

// Whatever could it have been
COVID and the streets of CCTV
When the waters were civilized
And more TV passed a Prince’s eyes:

  • For the child he just just could not see
  • When the Willow the Wisp was not I-SPN
  • Heroes see.

Mr 2 Write

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There are things you say I should not say
Like sorry to the hedges I cut on the way
When I sold my shares initially in sorrow
To buy my way out of footsie for tomorrow.

I’m the best, my nation said so
That’s the way that one’s got to go.
#AndWhenImDone there’s nothing left to do
Except folly and old fortune for the Armada Hampstead crew.

Battle me this and cohabitate me with the vacuum that:
Where is the honesty in the open handed approach to the road :-
The road east of Vancouver where the radio check is preapproved
Like a beer t-shirt ripped open for the cover of Summit recovered.

Too easy to shin and far over the older beard to shine
There is a head where the coupling will be diners.
It’s not all sandwiches at Waitrose when the beat is on the minute;
Leave me an iPod when you get the time to be on a zillion.

My Henry Kissinger and that’s the top hat blown
Like the Top Hotel we have not shown with all the shows on far from Noam.
Is there any cover left for the car he is bereft off having not shown foam
For the parties he carries a tune for. Mr Canary and the way back home.

From Siam I have flown and known the airport underneath my feet
Where the Jetstream is some cold cleaners and Mr Sheen for the Air Host’s feat
To jump so many moons to keep up with those Shrooms
And whatever did not Clear while Florida kept Ron Hubbard with Martin Clunes.

Underground with the dune buggies and up top where the hatch is blown
So much more the Saviour, so much more the way back home.
Something for me and something for you
A way to the routine in Jalandhar for the coded cabin crew.

Something for me and something for you
Take anything you like from the top shelf: I’m done with the quarterback Jew.

CV

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Work Experience

2026 to Present           Atos, Information Communications Technician

2015 to Present           Writer, Birmingham

Produced 30 literary works (poetry, novels, essays). Managed digital content, online platforms and social media promotion. Participated in community events, providing support, communication and teamwork.

2016                              British Heart Foundation, Birmingham – Volunteer

Assisted customers at tills, demonstrating strong interpersonal and customer service skills. Organised stock and worked cooperatively with team members.

2012-2013                     Be the Change Trust, Birmingham – Volunteer

Conducted research and assisted in organising workshops.

2010 to 2011                  EnlightenNext, London – Volunteer

Supported social media communication and digital outreach.

2010 to 2011                  Home of Mathematical Education, London – Private English Tutor

Delivering tailored lessons to students aged 8-18, demonstrating clear communication and patience.


2010 to 2011                  British Heart Foundation, London – Volunteer

Customer service duties including pricing and organising donations and assisting on the tills.

2003                              Jones Day Gouldens, London – Trainee Solicitor

Assisted with admin, documentation and office tasks, maintaining confidentiality and professionalism.

Education

2025 (12 Weeks)         Althaus Digital Cyber Bootcamp

                                      Online intensive training course. Key areas studied:

IT Support & Troubleshooting, Supporting Customers & Stakeholder Management Networking Models, Configuration & Troubleshooting, Operating Systems & Virtualisation, Cloud Computing, Cyber Threats, Malware & Social Engineering, Cryptography, DRP, BCP & Incident Response, Data Legislation & Ethics, Risk Assessment, Employability workshops, CV development and interview preparation

2014 to 2018                  Research Project

Self-study on comparative religion, critical thinking and textual analysis

2010                                Queen Mary University, London (Offer received, course never commenced)
                                        Masters in Postmodern English

2000 to 2002                 University of Law London

Postgraduate Diploma in Law

1996 to 2000                  Oxford University St Hughs College

B.A. Hons English 2:1

1989 to 1996                  King Edwards VI Five Ways

9 GCSE’s and 4 A Levels

Hobbies

I enjoy literature, both writing and reading. I also enjoy going to the gym, yoga and like to get out in the garden and enjoy cooking Indian food.

You’ve Been Close To Me

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Somehow you had taken over the wellness
And been aggressive about the illness
Because you didn’t want negativity
To sit within Thee on Thy holy throne
You had worked for against our will.

Still you seek first and second place
Having spoiled other’s lives all over the place.
Then you reason with the Book of Amen
Howl you across the table again!
No more staff speaking Zen! No more Zen!

It’s your acrostic time again – Mr Men
And you Roger Hargreaves timetable for me to amend
Intention and democratic invention
To imagine myself free from your face –
Tell it to the Angelic disgrace of Grecian places.

How you imagined yourself such a victor
When the game was not played from my side
Next to the lecturer and his asides when I was not competing
We’re you in the vicinity of others who were cheating
Holding on to your space likes dominion on time?

Is this what life is now – waiting for you to explode
And find your home overturned because of your modes
And admonishing nature for the trees of knowledge
And all your fans under the rooftops of the Colleges
Needing your name like we never had fake.

Fame has adored the ways you have sought
And I have shopped elsewhere to where I bought
Products so clear the expression of dejection
Where you sat beside me and measured your erection.
Those times are gone, such is the leader of life
While the throws of the world leave me searching for a wife.

You Have To Say It

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Do you know who’s watching that
You sent him in?!?!
Name that object.
You built all that up
You’ll never make it
You’ll never be happy
Be more positive
Let it all go baby
It’s all in your mind
The harder you try
Trolling and haunting
Do you think they will come and see you
So what can I tell you
Do you think at all
Think about it
Would I lie to you
Why do they get to do this
You have to be responsible for what you do
It’s your time management
Maybe I’m not wanted then
You have to stop relying on other people
You have to stop relying on your Mum
This is your one and only chance to make it
Celebrities make the best of life
Celebrity trolling.

Lyres in the Mourning

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The lies in the morning
Are nothing compared to the lies in the mourning
That I undergo when I see the wake
Of the aftermatch of what you would take:
Oh Cultured One!

O Scion of Bharata!
Championed you are of so many ages
Have you terrible times to take in my Paiges
#TheREASON I store the castles with plenty
#FORTheMoNeY you would educate me on
When your witches are stuffed with envy.

I have seen you all before
The shoes, the velvet linen and the open door:
The is nothing more than the ships at the front Port
Where the lady’s men come shopping in
And my Country is dissipated by the veritable Gin.

Ahoy! There – Condom’s Mates & a barrel of Laffs!
Shall I sell you the Churches when you call my Cross crap?
Or would you seldom be aware
Of the deer crossing the banter
To watch in silence
The Bambi being led to the slaughter?

Take time for the new
& sell up some land for a Studio affair.
Then get on with Social Media
& let me know about the men with all the long hair.

The skateboards, the washboards, the one’s I am bored of but still tolerate: –
Then in the evening we’ll advance to Hindustan
And your rich husbands can be banal and vain
Tell the Flying Yogi he is better of dead than in Levant.

Levitating man!
So hard to understand!!
Where is the Corporate Plan?
It’s in my other non writing hand…
So far to understand… …
#space
#bar
#freehouse
#drunk
I thunk I saw a Partition Twat!

These are the pages of the Starship Troopers
Their Missionary Statement is to:….
… Of fuck off!
Answers on a postcard
To the man called Chekov:
Who still listens still to the Parable affair
Of how he sees the Bhagavad Gita flying in the polluted air.

Low Life

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The cases wot
The course is hot
The searches are lots
The menace is still pot.
They pot a plant
They plant the pot
They pottery to plant on me
They plant pot in the pottery
But nobody told me!

Why didn’t you tell?
School Teacher, God & Father / Son…
#Complex
Consideration
Offer and Exchange the Aeons then
In a state of Zen
When the pen hits the floor
And the rhetoric is 24/7 on your daughter’s bedroom.
Rhyme for “HIM!!!”

Wyman
Jagger
Jaeger
Jagged Edge :
What is this music in the hedge?
#Withness
The Silent Witness of pages of E
Allah is zindabad
The sin is bad
When
Why What Wherefore
There is door and cupboard & he sort us out hard.

Stars do Unto when the money is for you
So the Holy can do what the Holy can do::
But || I want to be a Star ||
                                         She FELL some trees and they are far
    We have met again
                                       We have met again

Comment on the emanation
Seldom is there a worthy nation
The Bhutanese are not far from ease
When the Saturn turns past the first past the post.

There are those who need love the most
There are those who were loved the most
But those who have the most money
Should not find time so funny.

Laughter in Westminster about the East
Time to Feast
Time to Feast
Quoting a Critic and eating in the East.

What about Indonesia
Erdogan’s on his knees
They all wanted to do trade with China
But your dishes were shared with Shaava Shaava.

Back at class
Stuck on the word Ass
giving
Curriculum-ing

banking
It’s all Academic NOW!
{ We can’t even be here now
So how can we be there with a Wow
Nobody went past the same Celebrity twice
Aliens would spelled The X Files rather nice
For a Quarter past Tory }

Stores
The hoardes
Stories for the boards
Tread carefully on the dreams of the streams of the tears from the fears of the leering men who drink Beers..
.. sell me Beer Britain Army
… teach me some Whiskey for Grants
…. drive safely
….. think irresponsibly

But do not come home upset at RnB
That was for me
Then I had a scene
They were being mean
And we had a sheen
There was closet things
I had phones that rings
My friends weren’t into Bling
And the Nigger knew what he meant.Call me again : Alligator – When will you have a B

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Let Me Go

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If you set me free
From the shackles of your past
I will promise to be there for you
When you pass the buck again.

It was alright for you
Trojan warrior and horse play
Crew neck T-Shirts and jumpers
When you wanted the Blue Review.

It was behind you
And you had all the settling you wanted
From the beginning to the end
Now I have to make amends.

And you throw all of history
Away like a life lined with letters
And a member of the illiterate
With the Illuminati beside Thee.

Save some thoughts for me
Let me get back to you
And see if I can do good too.

This is for you
Mt poetry emission truth
And see if you climb down your Ego.

There, I said it.
And my O.S. is just fine
Thanks for asking
It’s all in the taking, you see.

Then we can journal and write whatever you see as right
Just let me know what light is left on with the West v East so uptight.

Hitch

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Hitch up your skirt and tap twice if you have seen it
The scene of the century and the wire tapping authority
To monitor a lizard as if the Kimono were a dragon’s lair
And like an Iguana for it’s chameleon changling spotting affair.

Some say that learning is here and learning is there
For you have to know what to know about when you read WiFi air
After 2012 and the Autobots leave the Psychologists some news
For their own demons to dance to and a lunch in the blue room for reviews.

There it is! The after show, the great escapologist we all knew once
Twenty minutes when his grandma died to leave his passport for a bonce
To measure the measure of Shakespeare typing his speeches for a clue
If his fan club come home winning like a dirty man’s magazine for a few.

What is this but a showman who speaks and does nothing to calm the crowds
Who gather in the parking lots to wake up Drs to go home black and proud
About their winnings at the slot machine when they do not play with whites
For the goal of having one king when The Economist said “Alright”,
… mate,
Let me have a go:
I’ve started COVID for your #RememberingVietnam ego
>… let it go
>>> Error Code: Get some Blow!

Jobs for me and not for them, Drs in love with racist membranes
Indian Rembrandts and Krishna Consciousness photos of men on thrones
For Rishi Poetry to shit out The Daily Show “too self conscious” Slam
From Andrew-The Spy Man-Cohen >>>::: Have you got a blog for me
– see it’s Satan and not Obama who’s going for World War Three.

                                                                                              SomebodY
                                                                       by Depeche Mode YnO.T. Ernie van Woerkhom said SWOT Drs What SWOT 11/04.2022

GueTonEd

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They told me I wanted to do one
So I lie and lean to the left
There is sorrow within me
Passion knows knowledge before it knows sleep
Poetry is a lesser pop song
Merit is demanding meaning in Islamic rhyme
And music in Bombay sounds fine,
Like finery in the old oil refineries of winers who dine
With elongated women who play with perchance
To off the rhythmical find
And punked up ink to the blinds
Rising like a Paki stack –
Up and always up: Never a fuck up!

Fuck up, mother fucker! And I will see you in the dump truck
Collecting rubbish like the good Fucked Up Dr says
Martin Luther King day!
It says your handy men are gay and you won’t play
On the streets and the sea shores
Where candy is crushed in the bottled mouths of mums
Mummying more than your Mata crew
Too rude to lie in lines with havoc on Drew
About his salary and fat carcass sitting lost
On the vultures’ solution to his camel feast
And how to translate his humour to an Arabic queen.

So I chose two and poetry wrote the internet
They let and the house was full of regret
Lonely furniture, hopeful bedside cabinet
A place to Kindle some bookish delight
A place to feel some horror book fright
A place for me and a place for you
A place away from the actor’s [so called] Acting Human Zoo.

Switch the Stanislavsky off
Let me hear your voice with hands around your balls : COUGH!
Cough like Roger Mc Gough and all those beaten poets
Who stood by Liverpool so that John Barnes would know it.
Left, right and then a goal –
Tell my soul that the Black Man is sold.

I am out for this shit on the web
Away from the Glen and all those Merry Arthurian Men.
Marionne, Marian and Atoinette – let me never regret
While my pen is still whet:
From one more fight between me and the Jews
For who never recommended O.T. tribalism between my brother, I and the (King and //…) you.