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this poetry is mind control ( some much needed truth )
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this poetry is mind control this distraction's your ball & chain with words designed to steal your soul re-program & re-wire your brain yet make you think you're more aware deceptive as all metaphors true evil runs the world out there beyond these words rage many wars ( read on ) ...
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when i am dead ( some forward thinking )
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when i am dead then i shall fittingly sleep then rise at dawn first pause & next yawn i'll dress then walk all the former dogs i knew now dead as me & i'll still drink tea ...
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the stuff of rivers ( 16 word of poem )
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flowing raspberries consequence projection ripples otherly consciousness connection salmon scholarly poltergeist collection sunshine glistening vanishing reflection ...
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let’s ruminate ( a 20 line read )
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let's ruminate - us thoughtful cows
on big questions - the whats? the hows?
like do these spots make us look fat?
or what came first
that field or plough?
the nature of the mooniverse
when we go dry is this a curse?
was velcro made by aliens?
who made this earth
our sacred turf?
on which we graze through bovine days
b.s.e free yet slightly crazed
when we lie down do we make rain?
we're wonder-struck
& awe-amazed
we're lost for answers, this is true
udderly puzzled - giz a clue
we're flummoxed plus the kitchen sink
as cowpats splat
& bullshit too
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flippin’ ‘eck ( some verse )
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flippn' 'eck chicken necks theurgic cricket nets kick-in heads pitch-up tents vortex suck syntaxed sense things complex wicked hex bakewell tarts sing perplexed internet interject settle now flippin' 'eck ...
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no antelopes ( by 5 word read )
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i have no antelope anecdotes ...
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shit & cake ( because everyone loves 3rd ways & middle-grounds really … )
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some say that life's a piece o'shit some say that life's a piece o'cake i say that life's a shitty-cake a compromise for living's sake ( tuck in ) ...
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the dog in me ( some poem )
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the dog in me barks up wrong trees in wrong spinneys isosceles or woods - maybe dogs don't eat cheese in wrong spinneys i'm not maltese knobbly knees the dog in me barks up wrong trees perchance a sneeze no dogs don't ski in wrong spinneys please stroke me please i am flea-free ...
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dodged ( a semi-autobiographical piece offering )
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we've dodged bullets from farmer's guns geddoff moy lanndd ( quick - leg it - run ) we've dodged the rain that soaks the ground & dodgy men that own fairgrounds we've dodged loose slates that weigh a ton - those webs those giant spiders spun - we've dodged the wrath of scared cows but we've been jammy up 'til now ...
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tangerines not gangrene ( please ) ( a little poem for a sunkday )
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tangerines not gangrene ( please ) to stop the rot vitamin c is what i need segmentally not trenchfootly - it's tangerines - ...
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