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when i am dead ( some forward thinking )
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when i am dead then i shall fittingly sleep then rise at dawn first pause & next yawn i'll dress then walk all the former dogs i knew now dead as me & i'll still drink tea ...
Art
the stuff of rivers
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the stuff of rivers ( 16 word of poem )
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flowing raspberries consequence projection ripples otherly consciousness connection salmon scholarly poltergeist collection sunshine glistening vanishing reflection ...
let’s ruminate
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let’s ruminate ( a 20 line read )
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let's ruminate - us thoughtful cows
on big questions - the whats? the hows?
like do these spots make us look fat?
or what came first
that field or plough?
the nature of the mooniverse
when we go dry is this a curse?
was velcro made by aliens?
who made this earth
our sacred turf?
on which we graze through bovine days
b.s.e free yet slightly crazed
when we lie down do we make rain?
we're wonder-struck
& awe-amazed
we're lost for answers, this is true
udderly puzzled - giz a clue
we're flummoxed plus the kitchen sink
as cowpats splat
& bullshit too
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flippin’ ‘eck
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flippin’ ‘eck ( some verse )
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flippn' 'eck chicken necks theurgic cricket nets kick-in heads pitch-up tents vortex suck syntaxed sense things complex wicked hex bakewell tarts sing perplexed internet interject settle now flippin' 'eck ...
no antelopes
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no antelopes ( by 5 word read )
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i have no antelope anecdotes ...
shit & cake
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shit & cake ( because everyone loves 3rd ways & middle-grounds really … )
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some say that life's a piece o'shit some say that life's a piece o'cake i say that life's a shitty-cake a compromise for living's sake ( tuck in ) ...
the dog in me
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the dog in me ( some poem )
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the dog in me barks up wrong trees in wrong spinneys isosceles or woods - maybe dogs don't eat cheese in wrong spinneys i'm not maltese knobbly knees the dog in me barks up wrong trees perchance a sneeze no dogs don't ski in wrong spinneys please stroke me please i am flea-free ...
jammy dodgers
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dodged ( a semi-autobiographical piece offering )
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we've dodged bullets from farmer's guns geddoff moy lanndd ( quick - leg it - run ) we've dodged the rain that soaks the ground & dodgy men that own fairgrounds we've dodged loose slates that weigh a ton - those webs those giant spiders spun - we've dodged the wrath of scared cows but we've been jammy up 'til now ...
tangerines not gangrene ( please )
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tangerines not gangrene ( please ) ( a little poem for a sunkday )
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tangerines not gangrene ( please ) to stop the rot vitamin c is what i need segmentally not trenchfootly - it's tangerines - ...
new wellington boots
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new wellington boots ( a poem fit for a duke in a duffel coat )
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hark - the fields are alive many squelches below heavy rain's sodden toll as folk go to & fro yes them ducks have done well chocolate caked is the land there is mud upon mud but it stops not my plans as i stride without pride lest i slip & then fall 'stead a spring in my steps like the bouncing of balls as that sun-thing comes out then shines on yon green shoots my feet keep bone-dry in - new wellington boots - ...
resarf poetry 