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foiled again ( a p o e t r y )
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your town's gone brown your full has stopped your team's gone down your clogs have clogged your pop has burst your mud is caked your weasel's cursed your spud has baked your spoons have flown your end has mooned your wind has blown your doom has bloomed so wear that hat prance in the rain oh bastard drat all's foiled again ...
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oxeye daisies ( a p o e t r y )
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ankle bracelets, waves of gravy
clutch at possibles & maybes
absent scarecrows in the navy
uncles from the
sixteen eighties
labyrinthine shades amaze me
patterns forming - thoughts of paisley
bales of strawer, the great euphrates
standing so like
those nine ladies
i don't want to have your rabies
flee to narnia or hades
pull the udder one - you're crazy
god bless odd &
oxeye daisies
...
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list this ( 1 – 12 ) ( a p o e m )
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one you want to two you do three they're easy four that's true five oh, alright six let's list seven list what? eight blockage nine oh, dead cats ten oh, shit eleven help ( ! ) twelve ( end list ) ...
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oh sheet … ( a p o e t r y )
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although the ants made all that jam
one cannot weld lest abstract mime
though victory is also rans'
the parrots pah to pass their time
yet once upon a tartan fog
the plumber's daughter gruffly said -
i'm flinging figs in deep, dark bogs
then tingles burst forth
in this head
...
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beneath the dozy bough ( a p o e m )
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birds chirp through their repertoire & buzz-on cries the bee dandelions almost roar which almost unnerves me drystone walls & old hills sprawl beyond what eyes can see part-imagined orange orbs dart in the valley green jaundiced specks of buttercups are scattered fancy-free breezes whisper random words phalanx, flapjack, ngwee here beneath the dozy bough of this sweet chestnut tree a-pausing & absorbing nature's po - et - ry ...
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the twenty sixth ( a p o e t r y )
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derbyshire was balmier than istanbul upon this day in great, late may ( i bet them turks are gutted ) ...
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smashed ‘n’ scattered ( a p o e m )
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smashed 'n' scattered, hate 'n' go blame the news, the radio blame rudolph - that bloody nose blame the wind, the way it blows telly bollocks - all that shite snow is black now, night is bright right is wrong thus wrong is right smoke that gubbins in your pipe lies not lives so stick to script piffle, banks & sinking ships fascist rats - their politics agendas & sick bullshit pick at strings, those puppeteers family & friends held dear mean nothing - this much is clear ( let's bomb someplace far from here ) ...
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pickpockets pick pocket watches ( a p o e m )
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pickpockets pick pocket watches if distracted watch y' pockets beady sockets think - keep on it maybe your soul or y' wallet or that beehive in y' bonnet could go walkies swift pawed - dog it swiped in silence supersonic pickpockets pick pocket watches ...
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crinkles, creases ‘n’ cracks ( a p o e m )
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crinkled sheets that crease come dawn pavements on a crinkled morn cricketers in crinkled whites on the crease neath twinkled light gone for six - a cracking shot dimples furrow - man, that's hot ( ! ) quips not whips that's what we need crinkled crisps & chips for tea ...
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ten things to write about ( l i s t t h a t s h e e t )
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1 - neptune
2 - tenor horns
3 - greengages
4 - night sweats
5 - mirror worlds
6 - itchy bollocks
7 - curly leaf parsley
8 - antiques road trip
9 - burial mounds
or 10 - something else
( ? )
...
resarf poetry 