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logs ( sgol )
…
chopped in bits ‘n’ blocks
sleeping like a winter copse
rowan, oak & pine
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pen another then
squirming worms within a book
ash becoming ash
~
as the trees are stumped
floating & un-flushable
– that’s the captain’s dump
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see the blurring words
– look, a comet comes for thee
tails for the annals
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shapes of apes & bots
time’s the slime of onion skins
all the whirled’s a stage
~
signing in & off
crossing boxes with a tick
over & noted
…
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piddles, riddles & patches ( sehctap & selddir ,selddip )
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parping in a bubble’s rub
parsnips, pegs & tentacles
pardon measles, teasel wood
feather freckled festivals
further, swirling galaxy
fudge the smudge of spectacles
bees upon a bumble’s breeze
trees – the sleepless sentinels
middle eight & taper on
pandas, pan & pastor john
with a nod from trad-anon
swans upon a wander’s yon
hecate & marzipan
stringing harps & ventricles
penning then of yester-when
martians, men & vegetables
…
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a bit of a poemz ( zmeop a fo tib a )
…
love is like turpentine
i am not an osogoth
strawberry jam
when the goblins are upon us
akhenaten’s armpits
extras whisper rhubarb
dancing with the ants
on a magic tartan carpet
quarter to coot
when the moorhen is clucking
two loose shrews
& a broken egg timer
bonce upon a wonky shelf
never cross a shepherdess
it’s good to see bees
in mid-october
…
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six twists ( stsiwt xis )
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like spiral galaxies
tongues becoming knickers
moles within the plot holes
swirling inner-circles
dizziness & dancing
a fool in a whirlpool
…
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curtains time ( emit sniatruc )
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iron & bamboo
corded acorns drawing you
as the sun crawls down
~
thermal furls of net
panel pairs plus nineties hair
eyelets on the stage
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rod pocket & pull
table top, power shower
flicker, twitcher, beef
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velvet, linen, silk
valance, pencil pleat & sash
they all call your name
…
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insomnia & out the other ( rehto eht tuo & ainmosni )
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bobbing on a hilltop
sober as a gnome
roving under twinkles
drinking milky tealights
see the bright of cat’s eyes
rabbits, voids & plasmoids
eating after eight mints
at three-oh-three a.m
then, beneath the moonbeams
catching luna’s ray daze
swimming silver pastures
( grasses pass as seaweed )
up before the early birds
up before the worms
up before aurora
larking in the dark
…
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light lunch ( hcnul thgil )
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a firefly shines
in the gloop
of my soup
…
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balaclava – baklava ( avalkab – avalcalab )
…
as the clouds are howling by
in the rabid autumn sky
& the chills are frisking me
grill an owl or dictionary
sings a swan within the brain
quibbles quizzing on again
balaclava – baklava
how i wonder what you are?
~
one’s a sort of woollen mask
from a battle, since you ask
born in eighteen fifty four
in the great crimean war
& the other is a treat
filled with nuts & honey sweet
baked with layered filo – so
that’s the difference, now you know
…
~
in a month of mondays ( syadnom fo htnom a ni )
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calendars & contours
colanders in kitchen sinks
swans are singing encores
once upon the sequels
gleams the green of in between
snoring with the eagles
pour another tea cup
buttered toast & traffic jam
so the stuttered speak up
storming of a morning
mares within the air & hare
where the stagger’s fawning
anoraks & sun rays
ambles on an ashen path
in a month of mondays
scrambles at the deep end
badgers in the thicket’s thatch
tangled ’til the weekend
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cloven hoofed yoofs ( sfooy defooh nevolc )
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have you herd the one
about the gangs of cows?
cloven hoofed yoofs
clad in shellsuits
sniffing super glue
marker pens & tipex
skiving off from school
larking in them leas
knocking fences down
patting yon allotments
drinking booze from town
chasing great dane bitches
labradors & spaniels
pugs & humans too
gobbing on badgers
pissing on the footpaths
swagger walk & bugger
all before the slaughter
on the road to death
– what a load of bullocks
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resarf poetry 