Author: resarfpoetry

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things to do in march

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things to do in march ( hcram ni od ot sgniht )

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roar like a lion
when it’s white rabbit time

nestle on a creme egg
’til it melts – or hatches

send an easter card
to your favourite martian penfriend

play noughts & crosses
on a hot cross bun

wander as a cloud
alone but never lonely

down in the dingle
braving the floodplains

sniff daffodils
until the schnozzle blows

march under mars
in 5/4 time

read middlemarch
eating a mars bar

ignore the war cry’s
of flag waving ghouls

don’t cut the hedge
or they’ll come for your children

baa like a lamb
come the gleaming eve of fools

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stuff rhyme

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stuff rhyme ( emyhr ffuts )

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the golden of y’olden
a hole in a view
a vole in a bucket
a shrew in y’ shoe

the mirroring river
a riddling mist
a stirring of serpents
a snake of a fist

the shake of the branches
the shape of the morn’
a creaking of evening
a croaking of spawn

with pencils ‘n’ lentils
the flow of the ebb
a parsnip, a starship
a tangle of web

a biscuit, a basket
the up in away
the ghost of october
the maidens of may

the wind in the woodland
a plucking of strings
a stapler, a caper
& other such things

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hey, kurzweil

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hey, kurzweil ( liewzruk ,yeh )

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robots will never

smell the petrichor

wafting up nostrils

from orgaicoil soil

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stirring a song

for the hinterland’s band

– no, not the robots

the metal or flesh

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too busy writing

poems online

& shining illusory shoes

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walking the dog

on the crust of the moon

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waving the flag

of the latest bot-fad

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robots will never

catch athlete’s foot

from a paraplegic

fatso

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badgering on

with a blister so persistent

she even switches heels

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thinking hats

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thinking hats ( stah gnikniht )

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a pork pie & i
lost in a haze of berets
& deerstalker blear

here within this maze
beavers sitting on my head
once upon a bonce

when the top is up
fedora meditations
flow like a trilby

in a flat cap sea
feathers in the sun above
dunce dee over me

focused on boaters
thoughts about a mortar board
or a ducal crown

musing on mitres
reflecting upon a fez
( don’t burst my bobble )

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( author notes )

artist of the photograph unknown

but fair play

it’s unmistakably shrek

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he of brighter bicycles

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he of brighter bicycles ( selcycib rethgirb fo eh )

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i’m a breathing pantomime

sings the scribbled ink

      with some super glue

      stick a pube or two

he of brighter bicycles

an easter egregore

      all is throbbing thickets

      & toads upon toadstools

rabbits not rubble

the catch is in the double

     trembles of treble

      as hares box the air

hespero & i

wandered of a morning

      on the road of romans

      quarrymen & drovers

time is like a light

in the dim of thought

      nought is but an egg

      scrambling the smeg

weaver of before

in the mirror – rayed

      ‘fore the dawn’s middle eight

       & chorus to fade

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f e b

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f e b ( b e f )

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further echoes backwards

foxes electrify badgers

farmers eat buttercups

faraway elephants bark

fabled easterlies blow

fireflies egg babylon

future endeavoured bluebells

florists emancipate bakers

floating excelsior’s beyond

fruitful’s endless bunions

fucking easter bonnets

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the dalek buds of may

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the dalek buds of may ( yam fo sdub kelad eht )

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nettles run this planet earth
when the cuckoo’s near

come the eve of whitsuntide
in the northern sphere

of an egg in milky space
of a holocene

so the dandelions roar
on the grasses green

in the pantaloons of spring
see the thicket rise

throbbing like a time lord’s hearts
‘fore our mutant eyes

tangled brambles climbing high
by the garden gate

laser ray the weeds away
– exterminate, exterminate

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coffee & sneezy

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coffee & sneezy ( yzeens & eeffoc

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patter on the pane
pitter on again

nailing a tale
on a force ten gale

lock a locket tight
tenter is the night

hooked upon the spy
of a spider’s eye

when eleven calls
crawling up the walls

bolt a howling door
while the loft mice roar

spin a growling oak
heaving even’s soak

weave a drier though
’til horizons glow

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