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beneath the dozy bough ( a p o e m )
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birds chirp through their repertoire & buzz-on cries the bee dandelions almost roar which almost unnerves me drystone walls & old hills sprawl beyond what eyes can see part-imagined orange orbs dart in the valley green jaundiced specks of buttercups are scattered fancy-free breezes whisper random words phalanx, flapjack, ngwee here beneath the dozy bough of this sweet chestnut tree a-pausing & absorbing nature's po - et - ry ...
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the twenty sixth ( a p o e t r y )
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derbyshire was balmier than istanbul upon this day in great, late may ( i bet them turks are gutted ) ...
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smashed ‘n’ scattered ( a p o e m )
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smashed 'n' scattered, hate 'n' go blame the news, the radio blame rudolph - that bloody nose blame the wind, the way it blows telly bollocks - all that shite snow is black now, night is bright right is wrong thus wrong is right smoke that gubbins in your pipe lies not lives so stick to script piffle, banks & sinking ships fascist rats - their politics agendas & sick bullshit pick at strings, those puppeteers family & friends held dear mean nothing - this much is clear ( let's bomb someplace far from here ) ...
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pickpockets pick pocket watches ( a p o e m )
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pickpockets pick pocket watches if distracted watch y' pockets beady sockets think - keep on it maybe your soul or y' wallet or that beehive in y' bonnet could go walkies swift pawed - dog it swiped in silence supersonic pickpockets pick pocket watches ...
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crinkles, creases ‘n’ cracks ( a p o e m )
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crinkled sheets that crease come dawn pavements on a crinkled morn cricketers in crinkled whites on the crease neath twinkled light gone for six - a cracking shot dimples furrow - man, that's hot ( ! ) quips not whips that's what we need crinkled crisps & chips for tea ...
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blah blah blank sheet ( a r h y m e )
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blah blah blank sheet have you any shit? no you tit coz that's you're bit none for the master & none for the dame who live in your bastard head because you're insane ...
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those cul-de-sacs ( a p o e m )
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oh no - most roads don't lead to rome in fact those cul-de-sacs don't go anywhere ...
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this qwerty ( a p o e m )
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bountiful sea breeze in landlocked counties lexicons bee's knees cabbages green peas ne'er do wells say cheese doors at war treaties rarer breeds species scorch the earth deep freeze ~ have a pause peachy rose petals faeces argonauts fleecy bread ahead yeasty syntax nodes beech trees chaffinches beastly chickenpox v.d this qwerty t h e s e k e y s ...
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squeeze it out ( a p o e m )
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sinking ships kiss me quick bananas lemon pips falling bricks clutch at twigs crack willow trousers split dodgy hips sheepish dips we are all fugitives buckets kick fog is thick magic spells that's the trick parrot sick oil is slick all is horned thanks old nick clocks tock-tick bookworms flick no time for posh picnics choppy sticks candlewicks fading fast make a wish shake a fist take a risk squeeze it out each last bit ...
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behold the chives ( s h e e t )
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as young bees bumble in their hives
& noah trawls through damp archives
as swiss soldiers play with their knives
such nonsense say
those old fish wives
as swifts they swoop the loop then dive
whilst cato street schemes & contrives
as summer bursts - oh man alive
i turn to 'erbs
behold the chives
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resarf poetry 