contemporary poetry

the frogmen & the beekeepers

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not just the policemen

but the frogmen & the beekeepers

are getting younger too

& yesteryear’s saplings

are forests instead

i walk in them each morning

& often still get lost

or stuck in throbbing thicket

in between broadsides

& water slide moments

hostas in a bathtub

where’s my pile cream?

the queen’s a bloody bloke

who married a mare

the price of eggs is soaring

like a paragliding buzzard

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spring checklist

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crocus croaking in the dawn

rebbit as the rabbits spawn

      choral mornings stirring bees

      blossom on the yawning trees

petals on a greening gust

snowing so the feathers dust

      shelves & delves in lofts above

      turpentine, a turtle dove

missing marbles in the head

pan is in the garden shed

      lions roaring like a lamb

      venus from a giant clam

circles from the second sun

crosses on a y’ easter bun

      mars is marching on again

      dancing apes in april rain

ribbons swishing round a pole

yonder is a prancing foal

      tumbleweed & clarinets

      daffodils – the rest forgets

down amongst the dingle’s ring

when the stinging nettles sing

      as a badger shags a fox

      tick another fucking box

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today’s spoilers

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( author notes )

dear reader, the following bollocks contains spoiler alerts

from the next exiting episode of your life

so if you don’t want to know what happens next

then don’t read on

( final warning & on we go )

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it all begins with birdsong

it won’t rain ’til teatime

you won’t spot an otter

or a headless horseman

or dance the macarena

with a member of the clergy

the morning toast will burn again

you’ll hear a milkman whistle

a t.v theme from yesteryear

& see a grey squirrel

chase a black cat

then smell a stagnant pond

you’ll drink a cappuccino

with extra chocolate sprinkles

you’ll catch the wrong bus

the sun’s is still a hot cross bun

the moon is still its lunacy

that rash disappears

you’ll sneeze three times

plus the poetry flows

so your constipation clears

( with aplomb )

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something of the other

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a bit bitten off by
false hen’s teeth

the slightest little slither
of a snake-shaped cake

traces of faces
in yawning morning fog

a shred of marmalade
a scrap of a yard

a smidgeon of a pigeon
in among the cats

one or two tulips
thirty three fir trees

a few more footsteps
in a country mile

something of the other
& the inkling of a smile

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february salad

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hi-vis valentine
v-sign language

seven redshanks
& a tin of salmon chunks

nunchuck nuts
dusters, ducks ‘n’ dusk

jack horner’s tusks
candlemas formation

psychosis sausages
face nappy changelings

four blue tits
tulip glossary

calling avocado
catkin erato

mizzle missus worthington
hairy pussy willow

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