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scrumpled up & stuffed
in the side left pocket
of your lucky tracky b’s
between odd socks
handkerchiefs, neck frills
perchance a tea towel
soon the cycle’s set
rescue before drowning
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Author: resarfpoetry
septemberal
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s emaphore & seraphin
then let’s begin
e ctoplasm
from the nostrils of your nose
p op tarts & pardons
welkins water gardens
t artan rugs, temporal
feeling quite septemberal
e gg timers tick
tocks getting quick
m altesers, mole hills
another beanstalk spills
b iplanes stutter
better run for cover
e arly trains, catch up
ketchup, the night bus
r ubber gloves, chickens
you & who the dickens
a xe handles jazz
i’m your magic spaz
l uggage on a trolley
best bring a brolly
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a poem on the compost
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somewhere there where
the orange peel ends up
& rests in pea pods
as parsnip tops rot on
at the bottom of the garden
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when couplets attack
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but if it fits – it must go in
& so the rhymers stroke a chin
the breezes blow in figure eights
the bubblegum sun masticates
the clouds aloud, a bursting sky
the rest is but a butterfly
a post-it-note, the shepherds blah
the leopards here not spotted far
upon another pigeon day
the poets float & scroat away
a sort of door, a flowing so
a cattle cat & mornings glow
a certain number’s syllables
the stresses dee in intervals
between the dums & on she plods
& then she ends, you lucky sods
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further & more
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beyond the swan
& in between
the closing sings
an opening
the seasons tease
the breezes crow
the flow is though
a river’s bend
a kingfisher
a fissure here
apocryphal
is possible
the near is far
a wooden spoon
a garden gate
& middle eight
a flighty sky
my feathered friend
the end is just
the cusp of soon
but when is then
& rubber gloves
or turtle doves
the morning squawks
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tea light diary
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catnip christening
whistle stopwatch
wave function onions
scatter graph paper
tea light diary
tie dye minister
gobshite obelisk
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relatively speaking
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i’m your long lost cousin’s
twice removed step-sister’s
godson’s uncle’s
mother in law’s lovechild’s
least favourite poet
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here’s what the morrow brought
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overcast but dry
grey like some wagtails
lukewarm coffee
in a green denby mug
two wood pigeons
on an overhead lamppost
aches in extremities
for walks to even out
a face in the clouds
of your former p.e teacher
his old crimewatch mugshot
maybe he’s on bail now?
yesterday’s t-shirt
& toenail clippings
& own brand custard creams
dunked like a witch
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our odd-bod god
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our odd-bod god
who art in anorak
halloween be thy easter
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( here’s what you could have won )
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a one pound poundland voucher
a pint of puddle water
a secondhand veruca sock
– left or right – you choose
& a poem on a post-it note
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resarf poetry 