Author: resarfpoetry

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late july

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late july ( another fucking poem thing )

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it's pebble-dashed upon this day

it's this 'n' that beneath this grey

it's muddled socks so on i plod

as summer seeps & weeps away


it's fading clasps that clutch at straw

it's fledgling flaps - handbags at dawn

it's jumbled gist of in a bit

as ivy climbs & fungi spore


it's overcast & bales of hay

let's stick to facts as branches sway

& almost nod their sort of bobs

the crops concur as oxen neigh


it's mish 'n' mashed again once more

the river's smashed - last night it poured

when cellos pissed & now this mist

as swallows flee & autumn dawns

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whether report

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whether report ( some sheet )

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it might rain cats - perhaps by noon

throughout this isle where roses grow

or chimpanzees or kangaroos

beware that bounce - mind how you go


it could dogs before too soon

down on the streets, upon the roads

& wolves as well & foxes too

as winds join in & howl for show


it may rain frogs this afternoon

or snakes or newts or loads of toads

or cockatoos - the sky's a zoo

so be prepared - no 'expert' knows

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monday’s tongue

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monday’s tongue ( a quatro-nonrick for all seasons & cheeses )

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the car alarms as grey dawn slurps

on nettle tea as puddles chirp

an almost song

of dawdle on

as monday's tongue - it tastes the dirt


the cow remarks in terse excerpts

fluorescently as knee pads jerk

the blow blows free

as bus stops sneeze

& old goats float as leopards lurk


the sun is dark as acorns burp

incessantly & shepherds smirk

but still the swans

they slide along

with shiny ties & ironed shirts


the dog's all bark as curtains shirk

collectively yet blind perk

as bumble bees

they clutch at keys

so possibly - things just might work

( ? )

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patience patience patience patience

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patience patience patience patience ( some truth but 51% nonsense )

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oh i sat in the dry & the moon rubbed my thigh

with a tear in my throat & a frog in my eye

as the nightingale sighed

& the telephone toned

oh i sat in the dry & the moon rubbed my thigh


oh i sat in the wet & the sun licked my neck

with a crow up my nose & some dust in my spec

as the sparrow hawk cried

& the bumble bee droned

oh i sat in the wet & the sun licked my neck


oh i sat in the mist & the wind kissed my lips

as the breeze slapped my knees & i sneeze from the hips

as the flapping bats glide

& the mossy wall groaned

oh i sat in the mist & the wind kissed my lips


oh i sat in the clear & the fog kissed my ear

as the stars burned nicked cars so the partridges cheered

as the lions felt pride

& the statues were stoned

well i sat & i sat - oh but where were you dear?

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