it’s not candlemas

~

it’s not candlemas  ( sameldnac ton s’ti )

 

i’ll wear no duffel coat

i shall not ruddy freeze

the air is hot as fook

& jam’s the clinging breeze

a sticky swollocks bitch

the willow wicket’s glued

it’s flippin’ cricket shit

a blizzard’s pissin’ screwed

the ninja frost is not

upon my twinkle toes

the sun’s a raisin bun

& runny honey flows

the flamin’ morning snores

a sleeping, snoozing cat

as it’s not candlemas

– coz it’s august, y’ twat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

picnicesque

~

picnicesque  (  euqsecincip  )

 

two lovebird brains

bathing under sun daze

in a month of buttercups

spin amongst the clover

as the crow fly tips

butterflies rising

sweet tea telegrams

lemonade lasers

plates spin paper planes

scotch egg hatchlings

hark, brass bandstand

green grass snakeskin

park bench precipice

parkin parallax

laughter after noonish

sinking sand-witches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the song beyond

the song beyond  (  dnoyeb gnos eht  )

 

the song beyond is calling me

the sun, a hum – a bumblebee

a creaking door, the siren air

the gift of mist & bright’s the hare

a lark, a hark & sound around

the squelching belch of sodden ground

a river roars a choral flow

a spinning hymn – the roses glow

a scattering – a burst of bird

it’s lyrical – but not a word

the pageantry – the pipes of pan

as weasels pop the shite of man

& badgers dance a reelsome eight

the otter opera’s oscillate

the wave’s refrain is gravy trains

& floating notes in hazy brains

a knelling bell, a singing swan

the end’s a bend & springing on’s

the out again – the never’s death

the pounding rain, a hatchling’s breath

this music in the mutant glue

a sort of shrew within y’ shoe

a rising sky, a falling tree

the song beyond is calling me

 

 

( author notes )

apologies if you’re reading this poem

& there’s an advert about 2/3 of the way down

like what when i read it & that

breaking up the flow

but that said …

i don’t have any say over the ads

& make eff-all money off this site

( bar the odd book purchase that might come from a reader on here )

so blame automattic

the parent company of wordpress, tumblr, gravatar

& some other sinister minions

that’s they’re doing, not mine

( peace )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

monday, then

~

monday, then  (  neth ,yadnom  )

 

no cappuccino – but hot vimto

branches on the path

& dead pheasant feathers

 

the daze was ablaze

in the kingdom of the beige

like a dart in the heart

of a chartered surveyor

 

the sky was alive

with the wings of an ant

but the ground was the sound

of a comatose crow

 

ten red robins, seven treecreepers

the telephone rang

& rang, & rang

 

monday hides beneath

~

monday hides beneath  (  htaeneb sedih yadnom  )

 

 

sea people sailing

great grey overcoat

 

gleam green in between

bean bag blather scrap

 

jackdaw underscore

so prose comatose

 

winged hymns withering

wind socks odder than

 

slaves in shopping masks

flimflamdemia

 

monday hides beneath

sunday’s scatter graph

 

blue screen maelstrom

spin cycle songbook

 

dogs in deep pockets

barking martian moons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cobnut cobblestones

~

cobnut cobblestones  (  senotselbboc tunboc  )

 

 

west wind wizardry

swingball balladeer

beeswax saddle soap

spud gun saxophones

 

earwig wriggle worm

cancan cantaloupes

blue door sesame

ten green telephones

 

sellsword semaphore

bright white binary

wetwipe library

black dog baritones

 

sod plod lozenges

sore eye spider scrawl

footpath parallax

corn doll cornerstones

 

so toads toblerone

blowfish fiddlesticks

cat moon afternoon

cobnut cobblestones

 

hedgehog happenstance

hatstand hovercraft

hopscotch thunder bones

hedgerow undertones

 

f.f.s poem

~

f.f.s poem  (  meop s.f.f  )

 

fir forests slurping

feral florists salivate

finches flapping south

flounder frisking salmon

feather footed songbook

friday fighting silence

freya faces saturn

fates farting snarks

flemish fiddlers string

flaubert’s flying sausage

fillipono frogmen splosh

farraday’s flaming skeleton

floating further so

frozen frostbite sunshine

fairer ferrets staring

farmers felching scarecrows

fayrie folk singers

farthings for sixpence

faster flutter spins

– fried fennel sandwiches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

something old, something new, something borrowed & something blue …

~

something old, something new, something borrowed & something blue …  (  … eulb gnihtemos & deworrob gnihtemos ,wen gnihtemos ,dlo gnihtemos  )

 

a cobweb from

the inner-abyss

of queen elizabeth’s minge

 

a hatchling from

a fresh scotch egg

– a hybrid chicken-pig

 

a bible from

a library

overdue last june

 

then the frozen corpse

of dead yves klein

smothered in blaeberry jam

 

– congratulations

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

deep green anorak

~

deep green anorak  (  karona neerg peed  )

 

see red robins bob

breadcrumbs, quills ‘n’ pills

beanbag in between

catnip cadillac

 

blue hue avenue

sod plod saucisson

seesaw sorcery

wake paved crackerjack

 

shop pop weasel breeze

shotgun balladeer

earwig wishing wells

grey plane paperback

 

up, down, roundabouts

black sky hierophant

hi-fi interlude

waylay data track

 

asphalt analogue

old gold finches flap

as cows brown the town

deep green anorak

 

on swans mumble me

yellow envelopes

echo underpants

claptrap cul-de-sac