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the wind in the willow warblers ( srelbraw wolliw eht ni dniw eht )
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blowing like the wind in the willow warblers singing with the crickets & the grasshopper warblers chatterings of chiffchaff as a blackcap pipes blowing like the wind in the willow warblers ...
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the hymn of inner-pickles ( selkcip-renni fo nmyh eht )
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hum the hymn of inner-pickles spin within the chitter chatters knell the bells of bats & babbles blither as the river ripples blither as the river ripples buzz the fuzz of fleas in bonnets poncing not of prose or sonnets warble as the walrus whistles warble as the walrus whistles in the ring of springing onions crow the ode of dung & dungeons scatter graphs & thistle bristles scatter graphs & thistle bristles badgers, beggars, snarks & marbles leper letters - piss the parcels organists with extra nipples organists with extra nipples songs upon the depths of ditches burble birds & twitching witches sneeze the breeze & cheese the riddles sneeze the breeze & cheese the riddles catching echoes in the meadows as above & so the bellows hum the hymn of inner-pickles .....
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august is calling ( gnillac si tsugua )
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august is calling maunders a morning sings with the kettle bristles the dawning whistles of thistles drizzle is pouring babbles the brambles taps on the awning gargles a garden rivers are roaring spins in the thicket nettles are sprawling mumbles of thunder buzzards are soaring adders & ladders staggers & stalling clouded & shrouded summer is crawling orchards are heaving carrion squalling back is the endish petals are falling green is the evening august is calling ...
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an assortment of bobs ( sbob fo tnemtrossa na )
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rubber ducks on duck ponds
quacking at the swans
apples in a pale
on a misted eve in autumn
driftwood on the ocean
seeking distant beaches
bodies by the towpath
corpses in canals
heads & necks in drum-spun
bits & beats of rhythm
sprites up in the night's bright
dodging satellites
flocks of nodding wagtails
prancing with the pigeons
& a loon beneath the moonbeams
- probably, your uncle
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ad-shat ( tahs-da )
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dear reader, just to let you know i had another book out last autumn & it's available on amazon & all that bollocks so if you want to read some odd shit silly lists & strange nature rhymes then why not it's got pictures & i can't be arsed to write another one for a while so there you go ( ? ) ...
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i’m the tortoise ( esiotrot eht m’i )
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i'm the tortoise, son of thunder
thane of merchants, trade & plunder
tablets green & votive candles
weasel schemes & flaps in sandals
shielding sheep & strumming lyres
king of swindles, gifting fires
khan of parcels, christmas sweaters
post-it notes & scribbled letters
sweating feathers of an evening
rising when the sun is beaming
in the twinkle's brightness winking
shite a flipping brick if sinking
shades of red & days of static
queues of putrid, stagnant traffic
i'm the tortoise, son of thunder
if inverted - buckle under
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weirdesque ( euqsedriew )
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a sort of dam - but water flows & salmon leap the speak of sleep a scatter's graph, the breeze of blows a whitsun eve on ganymede a michaelmas of mizzle toes the girth of grapes, the scourge of apes a cloak of oak, a rowan nose the lens of fog, a friend of frogs & barking snarks, a croak of crows a lentil in a pencil case a domicile of dominoes - those tigers of iapetus an embassy of embryos a cloud of thorns - & drown we glow a sort of dam but water flows ( ? ) ...
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underneath a blue duvet ( tevud eulb a htaenrednu )
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circle as a bird of prey sing the song of stagnant bogs sweating steps & up the brae panting ants & slobber dogs roving on this solar day in the nincompoops of noon bee the breeze & blow away mumbles of a bumbled loon warble of a waterway gleam the green - a wheaten sea til it's gold & welkins grey soldier on & swelter thee sleep is speak this matinee scrawling til the curtain squalls bramble jam & gamma rays wickets stick & all is balls piffle in this passageway puddles shrink & petals snow nettle sting as mantis pray thickets sing & roses glow underneath a blue duvet fingers slip, the river gleams seek the shade & sock the hay flop beneath the copse's beams ...
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the truth about spiders ( sredips tuoba hturt eht )
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spiders are an arachnid
like the scorpion
spiders crawl with eight legs
& six phantom limbs
spiders are silent
but speak all the tongues
spiders live on marzipan
pickled eggs & coleslaw
spiders sleep in garden sheds
or underneath your futon
spiders dance the cancan
& play the ukulele
spiders cry at christenings
but laugh at funerals - too
spiders write erotic haiku
on the backs of first class stamps
spiders run the b.b.c
the w.i & the caravan club
spiders rise in sunshine
but melt in the rain
spiders on the brain again
spiders, spiders, spiders
spiders, spiders, spiders
spiders
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resarf poetry 