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an acorn calls … ( p o e m s )
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sweet damson jam & that aswan dam those horns of pan jaw of piltdown man collect your thoughts yes - an acorn calls with a4 scrawls as an aphid crawls be flim in flam & the spick in span that kick in can as the also ran let all burst forth as mad bastard sprawls make mess from nought yes - collect your thoughts ...
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( h e a l t h & s a f e t y p o e t r y )
( based on something roger mcgough nicked )
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there may be fires
so live by a river
there may be flooding
so up a hill
there may be landslides
so in a flat place
next to a river
dead safe
until
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life-sheet ( s o m e p o e t r y )
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the world is damned
the world is fine
& some say both
at the same time
the ironed shirts
are now more creased
as wars rage on
let's fight for peace
life never ends
we're dead from birth
we came from stars
this is our earth
folk tales lie like
the myth of self
- oh look, a ghost
& there's an elf
we're free to feel
the glow of odd
yes god is love
but not your god
sixpences can
turn in a blink
when everything's
a kitchen sink
each sheep's a sheep
each bird's a bird
all words - well they're
just fucking words
in summary
there is no sane
when bollocks rules
when nonsense reigns
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easter as a creature ( c r i p e s )
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oh shit, it's easter easter as a creature looming all bunny-eared grim as gloomy reapers chick-beaked it teeters dead mish-mashed its features it eats men - like christmas let's flee from this creature ...
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i’d like to be a library ( a d r e a m i n v e r s e )
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i'd like to be a library this is the dream of mine with loads of tomes inside of me in my deweyed insides no trouble mind - oh do shut up respect my rules & terms i'd have many, many books but hopefully no book worms ...
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save the … ( a v e r s e )
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save the whale & the bee save some face plant more trees save the shit with its rhymes save that nick stitched in time save the coins & the strange scrimp like shrimps 'til it rains save & hope fingers crossed or surely all is lost ...
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many, many tickets still available ( p o e m )
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every night i fall in the story of my life it's a musical on ice the reviews have not been nice all critics are dicks so i care not for their gripes plus my legs look good in tights & show on goes this shite ( called life ) ...
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armpits are bottomless ( a n o b s e r v a t i o n )
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armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
'tween hairy cheeks there lies
yonder dark pit
both are pure poetry
listen - hark it
armpits are bottomless
that's your arse-bit
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blame the uncles ( a p o e t v e r s e r y i s m i z a t i o n a l e s s a y )
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honey suckled dusty knuckles
hens are bumbling in huddles
stuff in bundles, shush a mumble
english shit - don't give a fuckle
up a muscle trouble funnels
gemini eyes seeing doubles
ape-scrapes drunk in monkeyed tunnels
personally i
blame the uncles
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dandelion poem ( a f u c k i n ‘ p o e m )
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dandelions never roar hunt in packs or nap lest snore dandelions they aint cats but they're lions that's a fact dandelions look their best always as their name suggests dandelions over there & the other - everywhere - ...
resarf poetry 