Art

spring a song of sixpence

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spring a song of sixpence ( ecnepxis fo gnos a gnirps )

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hocus pokes a poet so
frozen inner-rivers flow

yawning thawing warms the air
yonder hop the boxing hare

as the croaking crocus frog
uppercutting ducking fog

quacking like a muddled hen
beans the stalk of morning’s pen

spooning light in sparkling eyes
under shooting starling skies

‘pon the gleaming, greening leas
spinsters catch a frisking breeze

stirring stagnant kitten spit
winters ship is in the shit

serpents circle, buzzards hum
brambles bursting bubblegum

minstrels mince in just a thong
rabid badger bang a gong

blossom blossoms, truckers truck
butchers butcher, pandas fuck
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ring composition

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ring composition ( noitisopmoc gnir )

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bicycle spokes

civilizations

paper plane loops

shotgun wedding dress

shat hat saturday

bluebell tuesday

chasing puppy tails

foxes boxing frogs

hoops up y’ anus

hairy like fairies

trad-anon splashback

come again, sunshine

catnap scatter graph

worms in a tin can

pull another punchline

spring before autumn

green sea changeling

best before yesterday

telephone tones

chiming like rhymes

sound like roundabouts

battered like onions

circular patterns

spinning with saturn

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mmmaaarrrccchhh

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mmmaaarrrccchhh ( hhhcccrrraaammm )

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mistle-thrush morning
mud become stone
mars is marching

aquilegias soar
apples blossom moons
amphibians spawn

rabid rabbits fuck
red robins nesting
ruffles in hedgerows

cowslips moo
cloudbursts gathering
clematis awakenings

hill farm baa’s
hairy palms growing
hares on a mission
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re reverb

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re reverb ( brever er )

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i, the one man tribe

with me gammy eyelet

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spy a testing tide

turning like a coat

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stitches come undone

salvia is smoking

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snitches see the lightning

pillars topple up

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bolting blue is screwed

salted earth is firmer

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terror is a tool

like an april fool

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laughing as we glow

face the day’s vanilla

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bee the three in we

hiding with myself

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bumble of a morn

when the hedgerow’s calling

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then the other sun

spins in my direction

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flotsam floats away

as the jetsam scatters

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songs beyond the swan

aches & pains – begone

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another bloody spring poem

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another bloody spring poem ( meop gnirps ydoolb rehtona )

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spring a song of sixpence

spring for your breakfast

spring for your supper

take these springs – & fly

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spring like a bird

spring like a telephone

spring me to sleep

like a spingamijig

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cash is spring

the spring of the castle

the spring of the jungle

spring ’til come what may

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the spring is dead

long live the spring

it’s not over

’til the fat lady springs

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the wandering earth

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the wandering earth ( htrae gnirednaw eht )

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plod the soaking, sodden bogs
passing ponds of croaking frogs

noting in this ode’s refrain
april’s reign is back again

she’s the queen of squelching leas
belching pastures, dripping trees

shaping may & greening hills
bubbled broths of puddle spills

fools in pools of welkin waz
rousing flowered razzmatazz

skipping as the rivers flow
roaming on this mud below

trudge the fudge of gargled sound
larking on the bouncing ground

sing of spring & autumn fruits
clods upon your walking boots
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uncle valerian

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uncle valerian ( nairelav elcnu )

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he of feathered pillows
fluffy like a pancake
faces the weird
with a chamomile beard
spies xanadu
in coleridge’s laudanum
jung in liverpool
a poe within a poe
flies like a mole
in a jet black ket-hole
gathers up lavender
& milks the meadow poppies
plucks the greenest hops
from september’s gloaming hedgerows
brews a steaming cauldron
of arctic root tea
reads the turgid dirges
of dead romantic poets
counts the endless flocks
in a magic dressing gown
under lemon balm suns
in blue lotus skies
ginsengs a lullaby
& spins me to sleep
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fruity hoopla

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fruity hoopla ( alpooh ytiurf )

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a garden in a spin
& music is the juice
the vegetables deduce
a loose banana skin

a damson in distress
a spanner in the bowl
the land of lemon’s soul
a golden apple press

a y’olden hymn again
the seasons in a song
a drum, a plum, a gong
a little sip of rain

a dance within a jig
the lark is lopping loons
the moon’s a tin o’ prunes
& couldn’t give a fig

until the seed is done
the deed is sewn & so
the grocer’s children grow
beneath a citrus sun

the daze is summer’s clime
& autumn’s orchard air
the couplets in a pear
the raisin in the rhyme
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