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trouble utt mill ( v e r s e )
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sweet pantomime your blurred heads rear there's floss & dross plus games - yes dear ~ vast candlemas trouble utt mill i played myself then lost ten-nil ( fuckin' 'ell ) ...
Art
honesty is probably
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honesty is probably ( s o m e p s e u d o – p o e t r y )
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honesty is probably possibly a prophecy bonhomie & broccoli oddities & odysseys frostily on forestry gossipy on prodigies wantonly plus wobbly solidly oh solemnly wallabies in hostelries monstrously a novelty potbellied astrology commonly anomalies bottoms up thee botany crotchety equality cobwebby these wannabes - seeking the truth - ...
poetry from those roams along old roman roads
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poetry from those roams along old roman roads ( some v e r s e )
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poetry from those roams along old roman roads yes the seasons they change life it bears heavy loads like a lorry or van or a big fuck-off truck have a wander on them if you're down-bogged or stuck so to speak in the mind many wonders to find as they campaigned they built back in y'old brythonned times ropy verse will emerge trust me - i've channelled loads as one plods through the odd along old roman roads ...
bring back echoes
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bring back echoes ( s q u i n t & i t ‘ s p o e t r y )
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poetry won't mow your lawn
or kill a foe or fix your fence
poetry won't do duvets
straight-properly
or pitch up tents
poetry won't open tins
or make you tea or walk the dog
poetry won't save the whale
the unicorn
or poor hedgehog
poetry won't make it rain
lest bring the sun - yes clear this mist
poetry won't make you sane
that's madness-talk
sane don't exist
poetry won't push your swing
where you sit down in yon playground
poetry won't wipe your arse
it's more
the other way around
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a short poem about shit
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a short poem about shit ( by mister a shitter of no fixed adobe )
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shit a word a turdy word shit a lie nonsense but why? shit a brick triple time quick shit a mess sheet style so bless ( x ) ...
a blue sky
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a blue sky ( a poetry )
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the sky is blue
it's flippin' lewd
'tis clear my dear
yet ruddy rude
that mucky sky
pleases the eye
but whispers filth
from way up high
( cover your ears )
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ever-regular
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ever-regular ( some ropy verse )
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long soaks in the bath they
clear our murky minds
fingers become prunes then
each & every time
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the b in lamb
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the b in lamb ( some sheet 4 march / spring / stuff in general )
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you just might be the b in lamb
that silent sign that spring has sprang
or sprung its spring - it could be thee
i know this much
that b
aint me
as songbirds sing - old songs are sang
or sung in spring ( they're hatching plans )
the b in lamb you just might be
let's bide our time
let's wait
& see
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itch toes
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itch toes ( a daft attempt at poetry ( for the universe ) )
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oh cattle prods & caterpillars
rampaging boar, doggy dinners
arctic terns & drunken millers
cattle prods &
caterpillars
oh piffle vest & wonky cousins
dark donkeys in witchly covens
prussian junkers on percussion
piffle vest &
wonky cousins
oh marmalade & haunted haylofts
april powers foamy bathos
bits of chaos kept in clay pots
marmalade &
haunted haylofts
oh cardigans & green greengrocers
biscuit tins & dead composers
hopes as meadows - bee in clover
cardigans &
green greengrocers
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the chickens in the yard
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the chickens in the yard ( a few ropy lines inspired by the photo )
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why living can be hard but the chickens in the yard well they don't give a fuck no - just a peck then a cluck ( yes ) those cowards they don't care as all's a poultry affair aye living can be hard but the chickens in the yard ...
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