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the passing of spring ( a p o e m )
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sad bluebells ring in dimming clangs wild garlic sighs by river banks make little scent as blossom fades mock-wintery the faux-snow way yet clement air & stretchy days rise as that grass - make way for hay i stop mid-plod - is this a dream? here death's alive, death thrives death's green ( ! ) ...
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an ombudsman is born ( s o m e n o n s e n s e )
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as baking beans beat tambourines & welders wave at gravy trains that bustle passed at savoury speeds & badgers shave on grassy plains as hittites plod on woodland paths & carrots dance under some trance whilst numbers crunch in charts 'n' graphs & poltergeists adjust their pants as dogs in clogs think thoughts out loud & statues scratch a toe ( or two ) plus rabid bats they bite low cloud & pebbles hide in lonely shoes a town crier retrieves his tongue then bell-yells on this speckled morn good news to yous - songs shall be sung rejoice an ombudsman is born ...
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oh great moons ( s o m e s h e e t )
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oh great moons - much room & plenty of it so space here for keys a phone & wallet many galaxies black holes & comets there's a universe in your coat pocket ...
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there’s jesus on a rocking horse ( a p o e m )
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there's jesus on a rocking horse & buddha in a wheelbarrow muhammad in a paper plane ( so on your marks gents, get set - go - ) ...
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the lost art of where’s it gone ( ? ) ( a ? )
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the lost art of where's it gone ( ? ) is still missing aargh, hang on ...
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unmoored stuff ( a p o e m y e t v a g u e l y w o r t h w h i l e )
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this ship is unmoored
no heather nor gorse
the captain's called chris
not cathy earnshaw
no bilberries grow
on deck or below
no thespy types speak
lines from othello
no night creature howls
terrify its bowels
no bodies are found
no murder so foul
no grouse leck lest nest
in thick thermal vests
this ship is adrift
exposed to the rest
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there’s a little yeti … ( a p o e t r y )
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there's a little yeti there behind the settee in that cold spot where the sun's never shone trek there at your peril he's a little devil ( & ) there's a little nessy lurking in the garden pond ...
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elbow wars ( a ? )
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my elbow the right one it threatens to harm me i'll batter you senseless ( yeah, you & who's army? ) ...
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comb your palms ( a b a s t a r d p o e m t h i n g )
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comb your palms & style 'em smart dye your palms - light tones or dark feel it frizz-up in the wind wear rubber gloves when you swim plait your palms like girly bread or perhaps pigtails instead grow your palms coz summer's here ( trim your arse, nose, back & ears ) ...
resarf poetry 