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gibbons ( a poem about gibbons )
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stanley gibbons swang branch to branch lived in the jungle collected stamps edward gibbon climbed the trees tall scratched his ape nuts so wrote of rome's fall ...
Author: resarfpoetry
time for a muddle
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time for a muddle ( a neo-modernist archetype-sprawl )
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bits of ticking ticking tocks it's a bit like dripping clocks time is once more on the mind muddying things coils unwind like flamed ripples thought last week next may be as robots weep with sabine rage chartists march camlann-rematch caveman spark ( that one ) ...
strangely erotic
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strangely erotic ( 8 lines of corrrrrr …. )
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rather strangely so like the a52 or tuesdays or rhubarb erotic are you like nuns on warm spring days or custard's thick skin we live & we yearn so don't question these things ...
the garden in winter
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the garden in winter ( 4 lines )
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the lawn sleeps in whispers
all roses have withered
here hardened gnomes shiver
the garden in winter
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stunts & on
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stunts & on ( a quite modern twist on a very old turn )
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jump into puddles unsure of their depth cross all your digits then wish for the best stride into cobwebs where there may be ghosts live for a weekend on plum jam on toast pretend your uncle once ate his trousers drunk one shrove tuesday sniff every flower several years later handstands on flapjack skipping in cloudbursts many a mishap ( x ) ...
acrostic to bear
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acrostic to bear ( by some twat with a pen & some sheet )
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p hantom penguins pickled plums peppermint pricks parsnip puns o smosis ooze onion odes octane occult overloads e agle-eyed ears eclogue elms electric earls eggy elves t ipsy teapots tempered twerps ten thousand tents tetchy turds y obbish yeomans yellowy yawning yokels - p o e t r y ...
a park in the walk
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a park in the walk ( a poemtrys for thee ( z ) )
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then write with your hands let ink meet paper breathe on your bowls green be the creator blow soapy bubbles scratch irksome mishaps dangle those fangles wiggle those knick-knacks in roundabout ways teeter on seesaws polish them word-turds endorse all detours a park in the walk brass your own bandstand think of the swinged things then write with your hands ...
the gravity is not the same
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the gravity is not the same ( a poetry – thank you )
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the gravity
is not the same
on earth - the time
here seasons change
quite strangely so
all movement's fucked
aside from the
grey heron's strut
all bats aren't gay
hot sun don't blink
most shit aint blue
those apemen stink
plus whales aint quails
this place is odd
i miss my home
planet of zog
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chuckle my shoe
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chuckle my shoe ( a little tribute )
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one, two chuckle my shoe three, four whatever for? five, six shoe hysterics seven, eight my blank straight face nine, ten shoe - share the joke then ( ? ) ... ( author notes ) buckle my shoe one, two buckle my shoe three, four shut the door five, six pick up sticks seven, eight lay them straight nine, ten a big, fat hen ... ( english trad-anon )
why do psychics advertise … ?
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why do psychics adverise … ? ( a brief query )
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oh why do psychics advertise?
it should all be done with their minds
then we'd just know - thoughts harmonise
a siren song from their third eyes
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resarf poetry 