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another garbled essay on
the nature of the essayist
a list of all the dreamer’s lists
or how your marbles vanished
a song about the songs we sang
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Author: resarfpoetry
historical blame racket
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margeret of anjou never
rummaged through your wheelie bins
no visigoth ever
misgendered your labradoodle
my great, great, great, great grandfather
did not jump the queue
in the bakers yesterday
or ghost you on tiktok
as the past is ossified
not the cobwebs of tomorrow
but the bones of groan elsewhere
( the future’s yet unwoven )
so clive of india
did not fuse your brand new toaster
& no ancient phonecian
ever pissed on your dog roses
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citric bemusement
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no, washing up liquid
or floor cleaner
nor a certain meringue pie
is not the yellow reason why
this kitchen smells of lemons
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trickster variations
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he’s banana skins
on footpaths on the sly
& the itching powder
in our restless underpants
he’s that jester’s hat
upon your eggy head
one side is green
& the other is red
he is the laughter
in the dogwood wood
knock, knock, knock
but no one is there – yeah
he is a puzzlesome
whiff in the air
the traffic light sprite
captain spanners
a sputtering machine
& the gum on your flip flops
the answers, my deer
are antlers on a postcard
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shameless promo …
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buymeacoffee.com/resarf poetry
i know it’s a bit cheeky
but everyone else is on it already
or buy one of my books on amazon
i have my own page under the name duncan f-m
( thank you )
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a couplet or two
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gasping again
rain upon your roses
the morning is just
the afternoon but sooner
than those midday lows
when the buzzards gather
heads or tailspins?
hoping for a prequel
pacing the pages
rearranging strange
a couplet or two
ducks on a puddle
up before the war
the needlework & play
piper in the lost light
gone but not the otherling
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these little digs
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then let’s begin
she can snap like
a terrapin
a donkey’s tail
the shirt i wore
is hairy now
a trowel – perhaps
your mouth & me
these little digs
a nettle here
a thistle there
– who’s weeding who?
it’s red ahead
with green unseen
the blue buffoon
is bellend i
both up & down
so winding then
he later wrote
a post-it note
explaining none
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snapping time
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the light inside
beyond stained glass
windows glows &
winter’s wind blows
her bright teeth bite
the seventh was
a pair, those two
so number five
& man alive
it can be this
don’t focus on
the moon within
or come what make
straw manifest
your own nowhere
so don’t go there
o’clock
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( yet more spring then )
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underlings in sunshine
golden like saturn’s age
a sheen on your bonnet
a bumblebee awakes within
stirred anticlockwise
by an easterly breeze
a deep green in between
so the crocuses croak
the daffodils wander on
the aquilegias soar
where the air’s a mad hare
beyond midwinter’s witterings
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unawarding
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gossamer gobshite
by mike ognition lost the
haiku of the year
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resarf poetry 