Art

broccoli & mortal sins

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broccoli & mortal sins ( a 20 second read of poem )

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broccoli & mortal sins

portals call as portents spin

pheasants strut as red deer rut

kiss a wish then let's begin


soothsayers & dorsal fins

toxic waste & safety pins

wild bees putt as golfers sup

conjoined twins stroke double chins


farriers & haunted inns

troubled pubs & sheepish skins

badgers tut at monkey nuts

puffins swoon in loony bins


dangled limbs & water wings

piffle sings - assorted things

brim my cup when bogged or stuck

crackin' up or crackin' in


( ? )


fuck knows

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( as the crowbar flies )

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( as the crowbar flies ) ( a re-winging of an older post )

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there are moors that sprawl

beyond dry-stone walls

where the heather tones

& the lonesome roam


there are fields that gleam

neath the sun's gold beams

where the ragwort hides

& the blank verse rhymes


there are treetops tall

where the woodlark calls

& the oak tree moans

as the old wind groans


there are streams that dream

as the weasels scheme

as the crowbar flies

far within my mind

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puddle on

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puddle on ( a poem for wednesday etc. )

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on hilltops low as whispers blow

& blackened clouds burst into song

with tingled brains & prattled chains

we float our boats to bob along


on gleaming dew in pastures moo

as hay fields wait - the grass is long

a play is staged - we turn a page

the pylons sing of knights of yon


where woodland grows & cobwebs glow

& nettle stings seem extra-strong

on bumpy daze we jingle change

& scratch our thatch 'fore hats are donned


in valleys blue we chuckle shoes

passed riverbanks as ducks quack swans

as sunshine rains on cobbled lanes

we pause for clues

then puddle on

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