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the lost art of where’s it gone ( ? ) ( a ? )
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the lost art of where's it gone ( ? ) is still missing aargh, hang on ...
Author: resarfpoetry
unmoored stuff
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unmoored stuff ( a p o e m y e t v a g u e l y w o r t h w h i l e )
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this ship is unmoored
no heather nor gorse
the captain's called chris
not cathy earnshaw
no bilberries grow
on deck or below
no thespy types speak
lines from othello
no night creature howls
terrify its bowels
no bodies are found
no murder so foul
no grouse leck lest nest
in thick thermal vests
this ship is adrift
exposed to the rest
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there’s a little yeti …
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there’s a little yeti … ( a p o e t r y )
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there's a little yeti there behind the settee in that cold spot where the sun's never shone trek there at your peril he's a little devil ( & ) there's a little nessy lurking in the garden pond ...
elbow wars
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elbow wars ( a ? )
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my elbow the right one it threatens to harm me i'll batter you senseless ( yeah, you & who's army? ) ...
comb your palms
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comb your palms ( a b a s t a r d p o e m t h i n g )
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comb your palms & style 'em smart dye your palms - light tones or dark feel it frizz-up in the wind wear rubber gloves when you swim plait your palms like girly bread or perhaps pigtails instead grow your palms coz summer's here ( trim your arse, nose, back & ears ) ...
sheep breed wallchart
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sheep breed wallchart ( a t r u e t a l e o f t r u e )
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sheep breed wallchart on the kitchen wall over time i've slowly learned 'em all sheep breed wallchart oh how do ewe do? rams, lambs, tegs - yes flockin' cool are you sheep chic top sheet nice one, that's my style sheep breeds of the ( quite ) great british isles sheep breed wallchart rockin' in me home my favourite's the derbyshire gritstone ...
your early work
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your early work ( a p o e m )
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oh once upon a once upon
before squirrels went grey
you scribbled like an imp possessed
& ripples became waves
some sorts adore your recent dross
its glib modernity
deft, delicate yet puzzling
but that shit's lost on me
yes i prefer your early work
from younger, former days
before you were a wrong'un tit
a tosser & a knave
before you turned to cardigans
& drank peppermint tea
when crayons scrawled on y'old cave walls
your finest
poetry
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the scum on the news
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the scum on the news ( a p o e m )
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i curse then worse the scum on the news why stop at tuts or pantomime boos ( ? ) all of the scum coz scum run the news they lie - 'tis true with their scummy spew it's scum o'clock so on goes the news piss politics & shat ballyhoo then terrorists scare children on cue the show goes on & now back to you ( x ) ...
mumbling stomachs
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mumbling stomachs ( a n o t h e r e f f o r t ( i s h ) )
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mumbling stomachs with blithering fingers erratic eyebrows here's one for the thinkers codes on those elbows - they're mish-mashed in tangles clues on yon kneecaps ( hopefully ) plus ankles adverbs in armpits are subtly stinking eyelashes curse all there's blinkin' 'n' blinkin' dictionaries can't scratch mere surface lest manage poetry clashes with this body language ...
on the detour to damascus
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on the detour to damascus ( a l i t t l e s t o r y )
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on the detour to damascus twelve miles or so from neath god came - hooray you changed your name from gavin to keith ( & then back to gavin ) ...
resarf poetry 