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Author: resarfpoetry
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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corduroy, monsieur
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un pantalon
velours côtelé
as they’re known in france
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february – so february
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february – then february
fifty p in change, please
late winter sunshine
a glimmer on your shoe
– a crocus or two
february – yes, february
four candles for candlemas
not fork ‘andles
that’s the two ronnies
xanadu ron-ron
february – oh, february
a valentines note
from the munter of my dreams
stroke terrible nightmares
but bugger all from you
february – so february
feathery yet woollen
sweaters sweat atop
of stringy thermal vests – yes
a heather hair shirt
february – cripes, february
a plump jenny wren
is pecking on my fat balls
– all the birds love ’em
( stop making up your own jokes )
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( random author notes )
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penned upon a wednesday
in your milkman’s mausoleum
written with squiddy ink
but no roadkill blood
possibly alt-clerihue
or confused haiku
garbled like a rewilded
gardener’s tongue
padded in places
mainly a-4 lined
nothing of note, nope
only notation
just the shapes of apes
yet may may contain
nuts & yet september
is the best month for it
before the hedgerows do
one like this poem
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dear fact checkers …
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elvis lives on the
moon with the loch ness monster
in a maisonette
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resarf poetry 