Author: resarfpoetry

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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 )

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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

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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

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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

( ? )

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( 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

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( english trad-anon )

weasels keep on popping

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weasels keep on popping

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yes weasels keep on popping

exploding out-the-blue

yet no one really knows why

for some reason they do


we've tried blaming the weather

each other & ourselves

acts of god or 'terrorists'

but that shit never helps


the science folk are puzzled

they'd answer if they could

the governments says keep calm

but stay away from woods


one blast could rip an ear-off

or kill you if you're old

thems old trad rhymes - they know why

pop goes the weasel

( that's us told )

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money thoughts

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money thoughts ( a brief poetical discharge )

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if i think of money

then i think of greed

divisions - divide & rule

struggles - suppressed mouths to feed


spineless wanker bankers

bullshit, death & woe

offer us a fiver though

chances are i won't say no

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