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all the t in china ( a wordy wonder )
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well i can see a c, a h an i, an n & a yet there is no t in china perhaps it ran away ( ? ) maybe it's a silent t so silent said t hides behind the other letters so safe from our flummoxed eyes ( ? ) ...
Author: resarfpoetry
note issues
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note issues ( a brief splurge of blowing gnosis )
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writing notes on scraps of paper dagon ploughing - see y' later odds, sods & gods resonator great stuff like the magna mater scraps of scrawl this navigator i've stowed away on a freighter hathar is an oscillator - your supper's in the oven - ...
& the loser is …
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& the loser is … ( a fairly modern number of 4 lines )
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that gingerbread man ran so fast he travelled back into the past ...
peas are life
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peas are life ( a healthy poem )
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yes peas are life &
life is peas
as without peas we'd
cease to breathe
we'd collapse & then
we'd convulse
then pop our pod-clogs
with no pulse
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shapetastic
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shapetastic ( a contemporary easter card list )
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makes shapes create your own shapescape
isosceles
great shapes of ape
inscribe on stone like petroglyphs
or wave a sound
a round of drinks
speak hexagon plus spherical
dimensional
numerical
rectangular - squared pegs in holes
( please don't spiral )
( out of control )
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sniffing gusts
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sniffing gusts ( a modern something or other )
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in my mind the northern lights glow down comes the wind with arctic gusts its subtle hints of eskimo & faint whiffs of polar bear musk so when the wind from the south blows can they too sense the distance near? i have quite a sensitive nose ( my nose has froze since standing here ) ...
the king of ting
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the king of ting ( i never understand either, just go with it, thank you x )
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i am the king of ting & objects that go ding you may not have heard of me i'm famous in beijing i am the king of ting on my finger's a ring strike it like a glockenspiel & hear my hand go ping ...
wednesday morning poetry
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wednesday morning poetry
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dogs are walking tongues are talking gamma's waving slates are falling deer are fawning prophets warning loved-up judges in wigs courting mice are roaring jugs-a-pouring get a move on cars-a-stalling thoughts are forming birds are soaring just another wednesday morning ...
percy shaw
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percy shaw ( a short inventor-ode )
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he purred not a whisker
nor curled up for naps
but percy shaw saw
with the eyes
of a cat
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bombing down the pavement
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bombing down the pavement ( a true story )
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bombing down the pavement
with flagrant regard
scaring all the pensioners
& shocking their frail hearts
on his raleigh prophet
with its holy spokes
he never wears a helmet
in his dust trails folk choke
babbling to his father
when there's no one there
keep an eye on traffic please ( ! )
yeah - he should take more care
sparking stabilisers
glowing red then white
he's nothing but a menace
is that
christ on a bike
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resarf poetry 