Author: resarfpoetry

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time loopy

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time loopy ( ypool emit )

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after a catnap
reinvent the wheelbarrow
or the drawing board

or the drawing board
yet the egg’s a scrambled code
lower the drawbridge

lower the drawbridge
wander in the evening fog
dreaming of daylight

dreaming of daylight
as the jabbers boost the beast
toodleooh t’you

toodleooh t’you
sighing for a mug o’ tea
sing the kettle on

sing the kettle on
nestle in a speckled book
chapter eight again

chapter eight again
chapter nine is calling i
after a catnap

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collectivism will tear us apart

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collectivism will tear us apart ( trapa su raet lliw msivitcelloc )

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swans upon a dreaming daze
songs beyond the river’s haze
of a morning’s nature walk
seeking beaming solar rays

music is a mutant key
stirs the steaming soup in me
ticks the cockles, warms a box
all’s an otter’s odyssey

so the pickled poems flow
where the haring air is fro
like a shrew within y’ shoe
moorland’s calling – climb ‘n’ grow

seek the purple heather – quick
sucking not the rainbow’s dick
bending not a knee or neck
worship not the needle’s prick

let the herded cattle moo
lost with not a pissing clue
swivel little villagers
swimming in the ‘rona’s pooh

wobble this ‘n’ sounding that
bouncing ‘neath a bobble hat
be an individual
normalzzz is a fucking twat

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bakewell tartaria

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bakewell tartaria ( airatrat llewekab )

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bakewell tartaria

a frangipan land

      with raspberry jam

      & flaky butter pastry

the almonds of yore

with rivers of custard

      a pudding erased

     ( as seen in daydreams )

the internet’s abuzz

– of course they still had teatime

      during all them mud floods

      in the daze of yon

so put the kettle on

& let the steam scream

      drool on a stool

      & type yourself normalzzz

prod the phantom veil again

flee the cave unchained

      smoke another bifter

      sing a wanker song

a flan for all seasons

for truthers with sweet tooths

      & pubes upon their palms

      who think this egg’s a dome

( nob’eads )

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( author notes )

this poem is dedicated to the late archbishop desmond tutu

who’s now in heaven with his father, desmond one one

so thoughts & prayers to his wife, mrs. tutu

& their lovely baby boy, desmond three three

– long live the desmonds

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secret code – secrete cod

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secret code – secrete cod ( doc eterces – edoc terces )

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bury fear in february
find the charm in march

& emit time
flowing in wolf gin

seek the lows in owls
spud war & upwards

clod us in clouds
reach for stars or tsars

spinning so in sinning sop
breathing in giant herb

ogle v in glove
see the vole in love

oscillate those lilac toes
santa & satan

live life like an anagram
or
a rag man

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s o l s t i c e

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s o l s t i c e ( e c i t s l o s )

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s outhern or northernmost

   sun on a seesaw

o nce the up is down

   or the down is up

l ower than an earthworm

  lofty like a goshawk

s pot the burning ball

   scramble up a hillock

t ry & lick its chin

   tickle both its elbows

i n a heavy coat

   in a light t-shirt

c amera in hand

   catch the sinking rise

e quinox in three months

   eggs in a circle

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the stuff of sunday afternoon

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the stuff of sunday afternoon ( noonretfa yadnus fo ffuts eht )

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sweep the backyard
humming kumbaya

with a wooden brush
or a broom shaped branch

in the potting shed
tinker with your death ray

suck a murray mint
eat a sweet satsuma

hide from curtain twitchers
twisted like their knickers

win another stare-off
with a gawpy garden gnome

pause for a coffee
a sneezy & a burp

read the paper’s headlines
chuckle at the doom porn

laughing as the normalzzz
bask in mask psychosis

them of s & m’s whip
true ghoul fodder

draw a snoring stickman
scribble in a notepad

plod beside the river
under scrumpled sheets of mizzle

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