The Gonts

Gold cherry

By alphadog1

Tue, 01 Jul 2014
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The nudging of elbows  and light tutting in the narrow twittens

The gnashing of teeth over mounds of  sweet soft nosh

The mirthless cold cruel back stabbing titter

Of the alpha mums on their daily  social patrol.

They spy as they keep an eye to count cost

 And to keep the ideology of these  Gont’s  intact

As they push their way very much  in sight

Maintaining order with a powerful stare.

Before going boldly on the playground:

Where no man has gone before.

And all the while their dream persists:

The  soft jog about the streets in spandex

The -yah spoken into the latest  mobile

The –absolutely   over a heavy gin with a slender tonic

 The cup of  English tea in a crisp China cup

The scone with a long O with  the jam and the cream

 is not a Devon dream it belongs here! don't you know?

And as the pint of beer is drunk with cheer

There comes the dream of the village cricket green

That enfolds from the distant thwack and slap of balls

Of willow slowly striking onto leather.

This blends into flirty dirty hurty looks

And onto images of bowls full of car keys

That come with hooks that slowly slip the flipflap

That then discharges the spunky shouts so loud:

A break in the sheer boredom for them all. 

-But we must keep some self-perspective.

-To keep silent holds our rank status intact.

-We must assume control and dominate.

-and keep to our knowledge of the certain facts.

Oh  Christ the sickening hypocrisy!

The stain.

The shame.

The bitter disdain

That runs through my coarse veins like fibre on vinyl!

It is with this final wave goodbye

That I walk away with sheer disgust,

To then stare upon the ancient hillsides sacred raw divinity.

For I'd rather gaze upon nature’s sepulchre

 Than give another glance upon this swine who slowly dine

 Like filthy pigs snuffling with grunts: whose mouths

 Endlessly rummage in their near vacant dirty troughs. 

 © ADH2014

Certificate 15
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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I love this poem, but please tell me what a gont is - I have no idea and neither does google!

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on

According  to a very dear friend of mine who moved from  Steyning in West Sussex  to  mid west Wales; its a local  Welsh word term  that relates  to those who consider themselves superior to others. The term  is written as gont but sounds in the Welsh dialect as gunt  with weight emphasis  added to the "G" and the "T"  trying  to make the word sound  on type is hard  the best I can do is: GonT.   I am afraid I can't insert phonic symbols in this tread.  Sorry.  
I am glad you liked the poem.  Its  life began when I kept getting an invite  to recommend Steyning cricket club, a place I never visited and would have been thrown out of if I did. After my usual rant about bossy mums and bullying snobs, she mentioned the word "gont" and I thought its so fleshy that I could play with it.  The word play is the poem above.  
It is a sort of farewell to Steyning. Or all that I loathed about the place; which became increasingly painful in the last year.  We have  also moved to Exeter, and personally have found a lot more freedom here.  Steyning was beautiful, but in the end deeply suffocating. I couldn't write, I could barely read, let alone learn and think. I  fought back by writing viscous mocking insults of the Tory party on my  global facebook page, this led to a backlash: my stepson was being bullied by the sons of these very self same people. "The Gonts" is a final spit in their face.
 I loved the scenery of the town of Steyning. I immersed myself in the towns rich  and complex history, but I was repulsed by the sheer insults that many, both directly and indirectly, slapped us with.  In the end Steyning is a dying community.  The more it caters  for this  type of individual and keeps itself insular, the more it will tear itself to bits. 

 

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Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

A heartfelt, very biting poem. Alphadog, do you do Open Mic? I'm having a crack at Exeter Phoenix Take the Mic Wednesday 16th. This month's fully now booked so August or September? If you wish to read for up to five minutes you use their online contact address or you can go and listen to a session and then decide. Entry is free. Open mic is like karaoke but easier. Trust me I speak from experience!

  Elsie

BTW I needed to google 'twittens'. I thought these were the posh mums!

Submitted by alphadog1 on

Sorry,  could  you please explain?   We are new residents  in Exeter. I have no idea what your talkign about. Yes I would like  to do this. (gulp) I've never done open mike before. x 

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on

I would love to.  But I am sacred 

 

Submitted by scratch on

Absolutely f*<}|^g brilliant.

This is ace.

 

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on

Im amazed. :) my first gold Cherry :D  very touched x 

 

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on

im humbled Scratch. Thank you. im very busy 

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on

Sorry Scratch its been a busy day. I have a load to do including making a complaint about a flatpack bed that came with bits missing.  Its the one part we need.  That aside, I am so pleased that you like "THE GONTS"  which is really a first draft. Having moved from Sussex to Exeter in April has been a very  difficult transistion with lots of complex emotions. Not all of them negative; Also there has been little time to change  or update my page. let alone sort the kids out decorate finish the degree and look for a job... grrr no time for the wicked Which II sincerely hope you are  well?  if there is anything of yours you would like me to look at I will.  take care. BFN 
AD1 ps do you live in Exeter?  Does abc tales run anything here?  what is the pheonix about?  I checked it on line, its a theater. what do I do for an open mike session? So many questions, so little time.  gotta go otherwise the youngest will not have a bed to sleep in 
cheers again 

 

Submitted by Canonette on

This is great.  I can identify, as I live in Stepford Wives territory myself.  The word twitten drew me in; it's a word I've only come across in the past few years, as I live on the Kent/Sussex border.  Biting and heartfelt, well done.

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on

I came  across the word while living there; and like you, I only found out about it recently. Mainly because Steyning was riddled with twittens.