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( april is … ) ( the total sum of poemz minus most poem )
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april springs up
its own rules
april is too
fool for school
april is a
playful ape
april rains so
wear cagoules
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Author: resarfpoetry
last whitsun eve
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last whitsun eve ( a story poetry )
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i wish that i could travel back back to last whitsun eve then you'd still have your orchard now i'd change what fates they weave i'd do you 'stead this bird inside no arson luring me oh darling sweet we flourished once until last whitsun eve ...
terry’s eulogy
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terry’s eulogy ( are men ? )
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terry was very merry on ferries friends - he had many terry drank sherry partial to berries especially cherries death came too soon - how unnecessary ...
crossroads & crossovers
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crossroads & crossovers ( a poetry of poem )
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sandwiches & mugs o' tea chocolate, whisky & scrumpy partial to these things i be but dark death is not for me but some folk with sayings though say that they could murder those avoid them like killer-crows as one day they might y'know ? ...
bloody intros …
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bloody intros … ( another stab at the shit but not a shit-stab )
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once upon a whirlpool with a flemish welder accordion legend & privy the elder lift that curlew curfew shout it down the cloisters where dusty nuns shuffle & them wrong'uns loiter everything's a jigsaw ballet, bats & ballads watch those statues blink as cannibals eat salads elsewhere pastry's flaking slowly stirs yon field mouse judge's wigs fool no one welcome to my tree house ...
lines on the composing of verse
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( lines on the composition of verse ) ( some truth )
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usually it's gubbins
yep
but somehow some's
alright
yet ninety nine
point nine
percent
of it's shite
so write
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a pair o’ bears
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a pair o’ bears ( some verse )
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so bear in mind what sort of bear? how long have you had a bear there? beneath your skull a cosy fit there must be woods so it can shit so bear with me but where's the bear? invisible you'll stare then stare it's close - you'll seek you'll never find as i too have the mental kind ...
don’t let the nasty bastards win
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( poem a )
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quite often i am lost
here within my home village
which i've lived in on & off
yes - for most of my days
the street names don't change but
my mind it has been pillaged
plus the gossips & new builds
only add to this maze
yet well i know the fields
fit for grazing or tillage
old woodland, well-trod footpaths
aye - the lay of this land
so i climb up them hills
that rise above said village
it's puzzles & bullshit
which i'll never understand
( thank fuck )
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like a fish out of water
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like a fish out of water ( some ? )
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like a fish out of water when all's said & spoken i'll walk up that hill so ( my bicycle's broken ) ...
the golden age
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the golden age ( tale a true )
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when all was gold in the golden age
existence gleamed through its golden stage
all life it shined, all earth did the same
from pots & hearts
to plates worth their weight
in everything - standards disappeared
too soon back in those bland former-years
our wax was gold - the wax in our ears
our shit was gold
we wept golden tears
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