( as the crowbar flies )

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( as the crowbar flies ) ( a re-winging of an older post )



there are moors that sprawl

beyond dry-stone walls

where the heather tones

& the lonesome roam


there are fields that gleam

neath the sun's gold beams

where the ragwort hides

& the blank verse rhymes


there are treetops tall

where the woodlark calls

& the oak tree moans

as the old wind groans


there are streams that dream

as the weasels scheme

as the crowbar flies

far within my mind

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puddle on

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puddle on ( a poem for wednesday etc. )




on hilltops low as whispers blow

& blackened clouds burst into song

with tingled brains & prattled chains

we float our boats to bob along


on gleaming dew in pastures moo

as hay fields wait - the grass is long

a play is staged - we turn a page

the pylons sing of knights of yon


where woodland grows & cobwebs glow

& nettle stings seem extra-strong

on bumpy daze we jingle change

& scratch our thatch 'fore hats are donned


in valleys blue we chuckle shoes

passed riverbanks as ducks quack swans

as sunshine rains on cobbled lanes

we pause for clues

then puddle on

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ebb & flow

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ebb & flow ( some science & that )



a star is born - a song is sung

a ferret sighs - a bell end's rung

there's frequencies

for all t.vs

a milk pale turns - a guitar's strummed


a badger yawns - a gas lamp glows

the branches nod when mild winds blow

the rivers flee

towards the sea

then comes the rain or sleet or snow


a magpie yawns - fresh dung is flung

there's tingles on my throbbing tongue

there's shaky knees

that's guaranteed

& blossoming when spring has sprung


as fungi spore - it's ebb & flow

i close my eyes & twiddle toes

i feel the breeze

against my knees

then sneeze down wells where echoes go

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a surfeit of lampshades

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p o e t r y  ( 17 line read )



cheapskate poundland paper - bland & blank as snow

kisses shit & tight ink - black as murdered crows

elsewhere swans sing backwards - spits of feathered songs

as dream streams creep upstream - upwards then we row


time to meet thy maker - itch & twiddle toes

slice & dice an onion - briskly knead that dough

bang a foolish gold gong - prance & act that one

wake the ghosts for breakfast when those garden grow


bastard scraps & capers - scarpered as me flow

stick to myths & hearsay - not what folk may know

salmon leap for wisdom - avalon & on

quibbles pose as scribbles - squits of so & so


fruits of vaguely labour - flighty quill winds blow

barley mows & cobwebs - watch them as they glow

write some wrongs etc. where they should belong

as the rain pours buckets

fuck it, here we go

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