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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 - ...
Author: resarfpoetry
new wellington boots
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new wellington boots ( a poem fit for a duke in a duffel coat )
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hark - the fields are alive many squelches below heavy rain's sodden toll as folk go to & fro yes them ducks have done well chocolate caked is the land there is mud upon mud but it stops not my plans as i stride without pride lest i slip & then fall 'stead a spring in my steps like the bouncing of balls as that sun-thing comes out then shines on yon green shoots my feet keep bone-dry in - new wellington boots - ...
solvent-free muse
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solvent-free muse ( a true tale in that verse )
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oh my muse - solvent-free no you cannot fool me so i still sniff your glues undeceiving are you with your false claims i find as it's all in the mind so once more i relent my soul longs for your scent ...
a bunch o’ ditch’eads …
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( a bunch o’ ditch’eads by 16 lines of poetry read )
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scratching the ditch
which ditch is which?
live in the ditch
folk of the ditch
jump in the ditch
live in the ditch
itch in the ditch
fields beyond this
folk of the ditch
parsnips & twitch
tension mid-pitch
itch in the ditch
scratching the ditch
which ditch is which?
witchcraft is this
takin' the piss
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an education
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an education ( i.e what they taught me )
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each night i burn down my old school all schools are cruel like zoos or gruel or coarse whetstone - flames climb, smoke blows yes every night - i don't suppose i'll ever dream of something else the evil teachers scream then melt they're trapped inside - this is my bliss i am a mental arsonist ...
come daintily
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come daintily ( an older poem of mine from the 17th century )
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come daintily then japery i'll simile like supping bees oh words - you rogues what lies in store? surprise me please with scrapes galore as blossomed trees sing notes in key orchestras play soliloquies plus metaphors as wild boars soar oh poetry you fucking whore ...
old man tabbin’
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old man tabbin’ ( a few lines moderately inspired by a shit scribble )
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old man tabbin' tabbin' on a smoke he tabbed through a war, you know? loads of moons ago all was tougher in his midst of when he tells me in between drags ( he was young back then ) ...
ransom demand
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ransom demand ( 5 lines for yuh )
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the dogs they are a-holding the butchers as hostages they want a helicopter & ten thousand sausages ...
robots don’t float
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robots don’t float ( some real history, not that shit they you teach in schools )
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oh otto von bismarck
was a robot as thatcher
programmed by that
hidden hand
ferrous much like stalin
one day he fell off his boat
then sank beneath
the ocean
- robots don't float -
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lost pronouns & scant adverbs
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lost pronouns & scant adverbs ( one for the true-purists ( but on-the-sly ) )
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cogs are stirring burrs of whirrs brigit - innit early birds lost pronouns & scant adverbs hocus-pocus crocus words good hare days loom hedgerow tunes as saturn sings to the moon winter's magic flees on brooms rabbits shag like rabbits do watercress sprites nimble lambs children of the mighty ram marzipan pan also-ran cleaning - gleaming spick then span fucking nice 1 daffodils a golden host greener hills spring has bounced back ways & wills ( your advert here ) thrills 'n' spills ...
