Author: resarfpoetry

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as elsewhere

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as elsewhere (  a  p o e m  )

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as elsewhere

a swift swoops

ivy climbs

a rose droops

a lamb springs

a pea shoots

a poet

an owl hoots

a thought forms

a train toots

a yo-yo

loops the loop

an ear hears

a nose snoops

a mouse roars

then makes soup



a man's wronged

the press smear

a storm brews

a head clears

a faun falls

oh dear deer

a hard bard

they shake spears

a star's born

an end nears

a bat shats

a wheel steers

a shallot

it sheds tears

all elsewhere

but not here


sorry

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fair weather fucker fare

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fair weather fucker fare (  t o d a y ‘ s  s h i t  i n  s h i t  p o e m – f o r m )

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where do these people come from

to walk here in this sun?

come warmish spring - they're everywhere

back in winter - there's none


i care not for part-timers

as nature never sleeps

i flee to fields to hear my thoughts

as mobs plod down the streets


in the village of strangers

it's very strange today

not strange like loads of raining toads

no, sadly not that way


'stead pavements crammed with randoms

the gawpy sort that stare

whilst clutching at their shit straws - yeah

fair weather fucker fare

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beneath them pines

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beneath them pines (  s o m e  v e r s e )

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beneath them pines

those pinely trees

i pause to feel

a timely breeze

then sense the scents

which remind me

of toilets clean

thrones for queens


beneath them pines

there evergreen

thoughts of first cars

fresh as taxis

disinfectant

my mind is free

to dream of these

beneath pine trees

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the word on the sheet

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the word on the sheet (  s o m e  s h e e t  )

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wishin' bits of which not

pissin' ink in piss pots

lob it to them cobbles then

scramble games of hopscotch


jungles in the tundra

mumbles versus wonder

turnip wars the musical

hark - a thud of thunder


grapples in a vortex

apples in a cortex

pincer this - a nifty swish

swiss army knife forceps


straw bales in a stable

english fuckin' able

blame the breeze that blew mid-noon

& those many fables


wankers

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brew fancier

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brew fancier (  a  v e r s e  )

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late a.m

hot beverage

that's better - now slurp


then sit &

read book-backs

yes drift through their blurb


oh think not

of inkblots

or tossers lest twerps


ten spoonfuls

it's friday

outside the birds chirp

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thoughts of my true love

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thoughts of my true love (  a  p o e m  )

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in the afternoon's lull

well i ( sigh ) thought of thee

when a wasp stung me arse

beside a hawthorn tree


next a pigeon shat on

on me sitting duck head

but i cursed not said bird

dreams of you dear instead


then the cockroaches came

nasty ones - called me names

oh but that's why they're cocks

so i played not their game


as a big bastard rat

scurried in its rat hole

oh my true love you work

you work in pest control

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