~
seasonal greens ( sneerg lanosaes )
…
fields become marshes
martians harvest broccoli
a frog in the fog
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Author: resarfpoetry
a conker fell
~
a conker fell ( llef reknoc a )
…
a conker fell upon the path
a feather & a leaf
upon the soft & sodden ground
– the lightness of a thief
& ponder i upon a plod
is this a sort of nod?
a mirror land of sinking sand
a portent & a sod
a bugger of the rectal rim
a spanner up the arse
a bounder of a bouncing bean
until the green is sparse
the roundabouts of out again
with knickers in a spin
a vernal verse – but in reverse
the cousin of begin
& kiss the twists of sylphid mist
a wraith upon the vale
a leper of a letterbox
& brush the foxes’ tail
as breezes blow & weasels crow
& thickets disappear
a conker fell upon the path
& so the bend is here
( oh, bollocks )
…
yesterday is tomorrow’s today
~
yesterday is tomorrow’s today ( yadot s’worromot si yadretsey )
…
then fledgling phoenixes
stage left & right turn
them from the ashes
of another dry ice age
breathe like a bicycle
fly like a mole
bite the bullet’s hole
before the trigger is triggered
time is like octopuses
on a bouncy castle
dodge the phantom rain clouds
hiding in the sun’s shine
tudor computers
neolithic portals
yawns of a morning
sleeping ’til the evening
so, robotic romans
saturn spins both ways
spanners, anvils, calendars
circles, whirrs & banisters
hammers, hammocks, kippers red
hamsters haddock in the head
easter was a phantom land
& bring your own sandwiches
…
oh, cauliflowers
~
oh, cauliflowers ( srewolfiluac ,ho )
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when the dusted speckled hen
spots the rusted lion’s den
when the evening spiral’s fly
spiders weaving in y’ eye
when the tartan garden lark
snarks a bark – & harken – hark
then the piffle pigeons roar
– all the little piglets soar
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( author notes )
the picture is some runner beans
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september or bust
~
september or bust ( tsub ro rebmetpes )
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a hymn again beyond the fog
with pissing rain, the earth’s a bog
a gurgled splodge, a sodden trudge
of mother mud & chocolate fudge
the bouncing ground’s a trampoline
the browns & greens of in between
a trundle sees the orchards hang
a mutant hue, a boomerang
& england spins, the branches shake
as petals snow & phantoms wake
a feather falls upon the fro
the gardens lark as breezes crow
& all is balls, the squirrels scry
& blather nuts – the bend is nigh
the summery is crystal blear
the bumbles bee – ’til autumn’s here
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light be there let
~
light be there let ( tel ereht eb thgil )
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can the goblins see me?
but the wind is plasticine
she is not an octopus
then the seventh century
soaring with the goshawks
underneath the garden
are there swans in swansea?
on a magic carpet
born before the cod wars
february the fifty fifth
farmers farting parsnips
bees in aberdeen
sod a soggy michaelmas
yet the lemon cheesecake
sings another songbook
love me like a mayfly
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dim dawdles
~
dim dawdles ( seldwad mid )
…
sofa comatose
then a stumble rose
mumble in the clear
balladeer of bones
middle night is bright
bolting poltergeist
owl a sound & scape
squawk within a walk
play within a plot
crystal chrysalis
‘fore the yawns of dawn
silver trails of snails
scattering of ash
tattered scraps of maps
pissing in this mist
cabbage anorak
squirms within a book
rain upon the brain
sun is underneath
gleams until the eaves
scumbled umbra hue
leas in lieu of green
warble walrus roar
witch within a ditch
lark in gargled dark
marbled stars of sight
sprite the yellow moon
blooming over hills
purple purring breeze
shapes of phantom badgers
bend is swirling in
spin me back to sleep
…
( author notes )
the moon was yellow last night
& she looked lovely
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august a chorus
~
august a chorus ( surohc a tsugua )
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dust is a feather
flutters ‘n’ fleeting
rust is the tether
the deign of the done
laugh is a ladder
adders ‘n’ weeping
ink in the bladder
a snail on the run
salad’s a tosser
weasels ‘n’ weaving
cannons ‘n’ fodder
the kiss of a nun
pied is the piper
drummers ‘n’ beating
time is a tiger
the cream in y’ bun
scrawl is a trooper
easter is sleeping
shoot the computer
a laser, a gun
dawn is a walrus
even is creeping
august a chorus
& fade with the sun
…
4.44 a.m
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4.44 a.m ( m.a 44.4 )
…
as the turquoise cat
& the boy
from under the sofa
play a yellow cello
on the tip
of your left elbow
as the purple moon
in the corner
of the pantry
wails a tale of whales
in the kippers
of the morning
& the snoring shrew
in the shoe
beyond it all – or
clouds of thereabouts
over ghosts
of underneath
where the chorus crows
in the swirling
of a circle
as a mountain hare
pips the innards
of a pear
( so there )
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four voles
~
four voles ( selov ruof )
…
~
four voles ( selov rouf )
…
one swan sings a song
two shrews sniffing glue
three fleas leap a tree
four voles – on a stroll
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( author notes )
& apparently
according to
the stats
the most popular
name
for a hamster
last year
was barry
with 97.8 %
of all males
& 87.3 %
of all females
named barry
throughout the world
& on the moon
too
which must have been
a fantasy
back in the nineties
but we’re the modernest
( relatively speaking )
yet
so there
p.s
i made that
hamster fact up
but hopefully you
already knew that
& this is what passes
as a joke
’round my way
– cheers
…
