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the sun is my witness ( some crocus-pocus )
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the sun saw it all as the sun is my witness no nosy sorts gawped then oft justice is witless but above me truth shines as wigged types are thinking my eyes look to wise skies first squinting, then blinking ...
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shrouded in miscellany ( all these poems should called this really, sorry … )
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there speaks the voice of raisin but not the voice of reason those novelists have lost the plot as woods scheme acts of treason your face is in the basin some stephens are uneven yon martians in the garden & in the attic - a demon yes brass bands they are brazen as spring's a bouncy season king arthur sleeps neath avalon & mum has gone to sweden trust not ravens or masons some fiery pyres are beacons fog's often fog yet dogs are dogs your fruit is bruised not beaten ...
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( ʇɥƃnoɥʇ ɹoɟ ǝsnɐd ) ( some puny verse for the universe – no less )
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pause for thought
droopy drawers
it's bingo night
you're santa claus
thought for pause
iron ores
cydonia
spores - forty four
for pause thought
use your pores
déjà vu bounce
encores galore
for thought pause
chores - up yours
new hinterlands
to be explored
thought pause for
metaphors
( your advert here )
great battles fought
pause thought for
nowt aint nought
doors & portals
portals & doors
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a quick prayer ( don’t worry – it’s a poem really, this is a bible-bashing-free-zone )
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what a difference
one letter makes
more plaques please god
& god - less plagues
( amen )
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the spoon years ( nostalgia & out the other one )
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i grew up with no mirrors so i used to use a spoon to comb my hair, straighten school ties sometimes i'd pause & swoon i thought i looked quite unique with my special mis-shaped face part boiled egg & part baboon yet of the human race ( ? ) ...
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instant poem ( some shit by me for you )
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instant poem
just add words
thought & meaning
hopes & turds
gripes as gobshites
loves 'n' loathes
then stand back
it might explode
( we never know )
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owen is glowing ( a true story )
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as thomas is doubting that simon is peter as floella's flowing as demeter teeters as gavin he gambles with lions & cheetahs look - owen is glowing there into the æther ...
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late winter into early spring ( some of a poetrys )
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lambs & lamb tails ( the catkinned kind )
the earth stirs & scratches the mind
but still these frosts - these absentees
no daffodils are here to see
crocus's yet those frogs don't croak
as dear reader, us limbo folk
we see some green, hear some birds sing
late winter into early spring
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my other poem ( may contain traces of bolts, screws & of course, nails )
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my other poem is a bumper sticker there stuck to the back of well - my other car but my other car it is a tea clipper capable of space flight sailing star to star ...
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cap scraps ( a true story of )
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my cap gets into scraps no not my cat - my cap last week it decked ten berets my cap's a hard hat ...
