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the word on the sheet ( s o m e s h e e t )
…
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 ( 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 ( 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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poem for trad-on ( a n o d e – i o u s v e r s e – t h i n g )
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my favourite poet's trad-anon out there somewhere as avalon we still receive their royalties all us wrote them in longs of yon those folk rhymes & them magic songs wise old sayings from no, it's gone with shades of between sleep & wake the greatest poet's trad-anon ...
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walking in the dusk trails ( a p o e t r y z )
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snails crunch beneath trod feet they don't watch where they're going blackbirds speak their last words wise owls emerge - all knowing night has almost woken streetlights resume their glowing walking in the dusk trails we're roaming in the gloaming ...
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other people’s odd socks ( a p o e m )
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other people's odd socks former pairs & lost twins turn up in me laundry appear in me washing there must be a portal a wormhole for odd socks don't knock it - it's free stock stock for me odd sock shop ( we're open ) ...
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the man with a mouthful of flan ( r o p y l i m e r i c k s r u s )
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oh the man with a mouthful of flan
yes his words are hard to understand
so he muffles his way
through his pastry-based days
conversate with this man - if you can
...
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mustard & gravity ( s o m e n o n s e n s e )
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keep it ropy sore eyed flaky soapy frog in throaty croaky whack that down roman nosy camels in the gobi humnpty dumpty floaty what then now? telephony obscured mascarpone lick me back - i'm toady owls 'n' vowels war aint rosy fire's poky yet cosy so time for a dozey ( dreams of thou ) ...
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the head of the hedge ( p i c i n s p i r e d p o e m z )
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dead ahead in the hedge on a hilltop mid fog is the head of the hedge in the realm of its hogs it's daft art most allege oft folk say - of some odd but with all bets hedged yes, this hedge is a god ( & my master ) ...
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that’s the badger ( s o m e v e r s e )
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as toads they crawl
as deer they stagger
& vipers stir
slithers the adder
as jacobs climb
up their stepladders
& crimz strut with
a certain swagger
as flies they hide
from the flycatcher
& fools blather
jibber then jabber
as raptors soar
& squirrels gather
i spot a brock
aye - that's the badger
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