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a balancing act ( s o m e ~ & ? )
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roofed above & green its leaves nature's thatch its branches weave denser now well spun in spring come the sun this woodland dims ( ? ) ...
Art
a muffled buzz
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a muffled buzz ( a ? )
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a muffled buzz - hark from the sweaty, ugly palms of the bee holder ...
free stuff
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free stuff ( & a l m o s t a p o e m i n p l a c e s )
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well this poem is free like the air that we breathe nettle stings to the knee herpes or leprosy shit in skips dumped on streets something about deep seas birds, mountains or the breeze bogof starting from g found - picked lucky pennies conversations with bees plenty of galleries or our hedge-foraged teas scrumped apples for scrumpy found wallets ( notes, many ) or a fucking oak tree yes this poem is free ...
as elsewhere
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as elsewhere ( a p o e m )
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as elsewhere
a swift swoops
ivy climbs
a rose droops
a lamb springs
a pea shoots
a poet
an owl hoots
a thought forms
a train toots
a yo-yo
loops the loop
an ear hears
a nose snoops
a mouse roars
then makes soup
a man's wronged
the press smear
a storm brews
a head clears
a faun falls
oh dear deer
a hard bard
they shake spears
a star's born
an end nears
a bat shats
a wheel steers
a shallot
it sheds tears
all elsewhere
but not here
sorry
...
be a duck
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be a duck ( a v e r y m o d e r n e s s a y )
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anyone can be duck just quack & waddle that's a doddle ...
do your own beats
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do your own beats ( a p o e m ( ? ) )
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early morning birdsong not afternoon but classic tunes proper twitchered verse mate them middle eight ( chorus to fade ) ...
fair weather fucker fare
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fair weather fucker fare ( t o d a y ‘ s s h i t i n s h i t p o e m – f o r m )
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where do these people come from to walk here in this sun? come warmish spring - they're everywhere back in winter - there's none i care not for part-timers as nature never sleeps i flee to fields to hear my thoughts as mobs plod down the streets in the village of strangers it's very strange today not strange like loads of raining toads no, sadly not that way 'stead pavements crammed with randoms the gawpy sort that stare whilst clutching at their shit straws - yeah fair weather fucker fare ...
but statues …
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but statues … ( v e r s e )
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musical yet frozen silent words are spoken magic like some potions solid are their notions barring some erosion steadfast their emotions people have their moments ( but ) statues have their moment ...
beneath them pines
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beneath them pines ( s o m e v e r s e )
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beneath them pines
those pinely trees
i pause to feel
a timely breeze
then sense the scents
which remind me
of toilets clean
thrones for queens
beneath them pines
there evergreen
thoughts of first cars
fresh as taxis
disinfectant
my mind is free
to dream of these
beneath pine trees
...
the word on the sheet
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the word on the sheet ( s o m e s h e e t )
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wishin' bits of which not
pissin' ink in piss pots
lob it to them cobbles then
scramble games of hopscotch
jungles in the tundra
mumbles versus wonder
turnip wars the musical
hark - a thud of thunder
grapples in a vortex
apples in a cortex
pincer this - a nifty swish
swiss army knife forceps
straw bales in a stable
english fuckin' able
blame the breeze that blew mid-noon
& those many fables
wankers
...
resarf poetry 