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simple mathematics
( s o m e s i m p l e s t u f f )
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well eight hundred & forty five point five two three times sixty nine plus whitsun eve divided by the total sum of easter's sines then triangles but never straight as disturbed owls they congregate times five point two point six pi eight a wishing well & your mum's face as three french hens clang brassy bells & nowt point nowt shouts not a yell equals a tale one cannot tell i'm thankful that there is no hell ...
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the stream ( some thoughts in v e r s e )
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sometimes it creeps
sometimes it flows
great gushes then
then the mind goes
in torrents or
gently down stream
merrily? yes
life's but a dream
sometimes it flows
back in reverse
confounding some
( a gift or curse? )
sometimes it stops
sometimes it's dry
the gods must know
we don't know why
( ? )
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the bliss of feb ( not the kiss of death )
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there's snow beyond the window yet the earth's to wet to settle but the flakes keep falling as steam rises from the kettle where we soldier on indoors as brave welders prove their mettle in my mind it's june - i'm being stung by stinging nettles ...
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the modern age ate my hamster … ( some contemporary shite )
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the modern age ate my hamster so consumed with whats & whys - the like i climbed up mam tor dressed as an onion in the hope that there some answers i would find as tears drip dropped on my costume i cursed the needless hamster greed of time then remembered that there was no hamster 'twas a figment of my modern wanker mind ( ? ) ...
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foraging as we go ( a true of a story in a of rhymez-formz )
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'twas a february morn there on our way to the shop on a bog roll mission when the dog & i did stop our noses alerted oui - a french scent filled the air allium ursinum yeah - the garlic of the bear aye, the first of the year new leaves barely more than shoots so i picked it for soup so then i'll be vampire-proof then we left londis-bound so that i can wipe my shite knowing spring's on its way knowing things are looking bright ( the end ) ...
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odds, sods ‘n’ gods ( a reworking of something older )
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writing notes on scraps of paper dagon ploughing - see y'later hathar's waving - oscillator great stuff like the magna mater scrawls of sprawl this navigator cernunnos the radiator i've stowed away on a freighter ( your dinner's in the oven ) ...
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pipeline poem ( public service castbroading )
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in the pipeline & pending there's a chorus of penguins a bonnie prince pretending mad march hares are contending as the shepherds are tending runcible spoons are bending in the pipeline & pending so fret not there's no ending ...
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memoirs of a goldfish ( a fishy tale & tail )
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last week, when i was a goldfish
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i gawped in my bowl
with my fishy scales of gold
i swam a fishy swim
with gold fishy fins
( i remember everything )
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piss off ( a poem of sortz )
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piss off writing piss off words eat your own shit munch on turds piss off rhyming it's for prats piss off ' free verse ' boring twats plus they're lazy piss off plus piss off ashes piss off dust piss off thursday piss off year piss off reader - are you still here - ( ? ) ...
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( i tried to warn ) ( some fuckin’ sheet y’fuckin’ twat’ead )
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darker than all chocolate darker than dark loads or laundry in black holes black cats crossed with toads this poem is cursed & it's evil - it's marked 'tis touched by the hand - yeah of something quite dark ( & now, so are you x ) ...
resarf poetry 