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( going nuts ) ( some shit )
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almost is almost an almond ( but not yet ) ...
Author: resarfpoetry
vulnerable
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vulnerable ( 8 lines of something )
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if you yawn upon a morn
in that bit beyond the dawn
by a cool pool or pond or such
or a lake where insects swarm
careful with that morrowed yawn
you're exposed - insects get drawn
via your gob they'll hive your mind
they'll nest-infest
- you have been warned -
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( a piss of piece )
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( a piss of piece ) ( by some fuckin’ scroat for yous fuckin’ scroats )
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be that tiger effort freely squeezing lemons breaths of breezy on so-named street a,b, peasy beneath pie skies nice & easy ...
loveable rogues
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loveable rogues ( a common wish )
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what's not to love re
loveable rogues?
yes we'd all love to
be one of those
we'd bend the rules but
the system's bent ( ! )
we'd defy norms &
never relent
toughened since childhood
yet good within
beyond our shit quips
& cheeky grins
we'd badger on through
our highs & lows
what's not to love re
loveable rogues?
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( village spillage )
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( village spillage )
another vaguely poetical rant
inspired by another morning run-in with a true wrong’un
( i’ll spare you the details )
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busy bodies
gawpy sorts
gossip mongers
nonsense talk
flaps of piffle
squawks & squawks
they're watching all
like a hawk
with shite eyesight
blinkers on
squinting - blinking
reason's gone
bitter since y'old
days of yon
dream of upper
echelons
nosy bastards
wanky spies
fuelled by gubbins
porky pies
thorny thinking
spiky lies
plague pits piling
in their eyes
busy bodies
fantasies
story telling
fancy-free
curtain twitching
yous not me
mind your own shit
business
please
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where’s mozart?
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where’s mozart? ( a moderately contemporary word wank )
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mozart? don't know
sub concerto
conscious solo
twinkle
don't know
magpie smearing?
mathematics
twinkle hiding
try the
attic
what time's bedtime?
face in basin
death? he faked it
flute stuff
mason
know don't - hut-based
where art? twinkle
new stuff
pipelines
hope so
wishful
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none of these trees are trees
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none of these trees are trees
( a few lines based on a daft idea that’s probably real as well )
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all is not what it seems
none of these trees are trees
no, these trees are drama students
or were before the breeze
changed its course out the blue
as breezes often do
they're compelling yet quite wooden
let not these trees fool you
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thoughts from a field
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thoughts from a field ( some sheet )
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thoughts from a field but nothing much brief ponderings their ilk & such mini-moments thingamy-thinks the fleeting sort ( gone in a blink ) ...
lost in a forest with a florist
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lost in a forest with a florist ( a tale of true )
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have you ever been lost yes - lost in a forest lost in a forest with a florist called doris or portia or morris who promised you porridge then led you astray so you're lost in a forest ( ? ) ( me too ) ...
( don’t interrupt )
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( don’t interrupt ) ( some poetry shit )
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i don't talk to myself in fact i talk to them & they speak back these unseen friends this conversation never ends we cover loads of ground yet only i make sound that's audible to passers-by the nosy sorts & gawping types - ssshh - ...
resarf poetry 