Author: resarfpoetry

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an apple …

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an apple … ( a short poemz of )

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an apple a day

keeps the doctor away


a painting a day

helps the artist portray


a beret a day

keeps our chic heads français


jarlsberg everyday

keeps our cheeses norway


a tutu a day

keeps our dances ballet


garlic everyday

keeps those vampires at bay


a game everyday

means the sought hideaway


( but )


a poem a day

keeps this odd-shit in-play


( sorry )


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that vital spot

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that vital spot ( a poem for dayboxing )

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i'd like to scribe you a poem

but lacked that vital spot

to sit & think & spill some ink

as by the fire was far too hot


i'd love to scribe you a poem

as words are all i've got

the mortuary was death-dead cold

then at my desk sat goldilocks


i need to scribe you a poem

like pineapples need chunks

so down the garden one did plod

but there the faeries got us drunk


i have not scribed you a poem

all efforts sadly sunk

beneath those seas of circumstance

so fuck it - here's the usual junk

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button-issues

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button-issues ( a brief poetical )

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we're pushing buttons

all day long


we're switching buttons

off & on


like bellys or lights

watch them glow


ooh - shining like a

button nose


the buttons in our

buttoned head


they say don't panic

nah, instead


keep pushing buttons

button up


the right one's hiding

button luck

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snowmen in mali?

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snowmen in mali? ( a brief pondering )

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winter is with us

but where is that snow?

absent is the white stuff

does anyone know?


has snow been stolen

pinch-flinched from its clouds?

is snow invisible

yet still on the ground?


maybe snow's hiding

or fancied a change?

i.e off to dubai

blizzards on bahrain?


snowmen in mali?

a self-styled exile?

it's in the teens outside

probably too mild

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say it with flowers

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say it with flowers ( 27.4 second of the poetryz-read )

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talking can do so much

believe in those powers

but speech has its limits

( then )

say it with flowers


their petals - a language

their colours are words

their aromas sweeten

soothing as the 'erb


like ' thanks for the onions '

' what time's the next train? '

'why aren't your palms hairy?

you must be insane '


or ' darlings i loves you '

or ' darlings you've gone '

' enjoy the hay fever '

' f*ck off

& do one '


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let there be shite ( ! )

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let there be shite ( ! ) by a 16 lines of poem-stuff

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let there be smart cars

roadworks with long queues

yappy dogs yapping

their pooh on our shoes


let there be christmas

strictly x-factored

insomnia & their

half-cousin nackered


let there be p.c

cotton wool, eggshells

let there be cloves with

their rank clovey smells


granted it's all wank

but moaning's alright

moans keep folk going

so let there be shite

( ! )

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