gingerbread mansions & shaggy dog barks

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gingerbread mansions & shaggy dog barks ( a poem of sorts )



gingerbread mansions & shaggy dog barks

rambling campfires - their embers & sparks

breadcrumbs & tea leaves spell rumour woz 'ere

curtains are twitching at certain remarks


magical carrots & twinkles in eyes

hovering wild boar above in the skies

crocodiles sobbing at prize plums in tears

pastry when flaky & fingers in pies


biblical catches & bangs off the mark

babbling barn owls & mouse howls - oh, hark

noses are growing as too are both ears

monsters in wardrobes in fear of the dark


motherly beans geese & kings among flies

dizzying low spots & baffling highs

mouldy old parchments are smeared by the years

questions deserting the wheres & the whys


flowering fountains & bouncing ballparks

sticklebacks swimming with mermaids & sharks

wine by the jug, squire & lashings of beer

scrambles in tangles are soon to embark


chattering breezes & whispering spies

lunatic fringes & classic wolf cries

often the truth though - yes, this much is clear

honesty hides well in bollocks & lies

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broccoli & mortal sins

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broccoli & mortal sins ( a 20 second read of poem )



broccoli & mortal sins

portals call as portents spin

pheasants strut as red deer rut

kiss a wish then let's begin


soothsayers & dorsal fins

toxic waste & safety pins

wild bees putt as golfers sup

conjoined twins stroke double chins


farriers & haunted inns

troubled pubs & sheepish skins

badgers tut at monkey nuts

puffins swoon in loony bins


dangled limbs & water wings

piffle sings - assorted things

brim my cup when bogged or stuck

crackin' up or crackin' in


( ? )


fuck knows

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( as the crowbar flies )

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( as the crowbar flies ) ( a re-winging of an older post )



there are moors that sprawl

beyond dry-stone walls

where the heather tones

& the lonesome roam


there are fields that gleam

neath the sun's gold beams

where the ragwort hides

& the blank verse rhymes


there are treetops tall

where the woodlark calls

& the oak tree moans

as the old wind groans


there are streams that dream

as the weasels scheme

as the crowbar flies

far within my mind

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puddle on

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puddle on ( a poem for wednesday etc. )




on hilltops low as whispers blow

& blackened clouds burst into song

with tingled brains & prattled chains

we float our boats to bob along


on gleaming dew in pastures moo

as hay fields wait - the grass is long

a play is staged - we turn a page

the pylons sing of knights of yon


where woodland grows & cobwebs glow

& nettle stings seem extra-strong

on bumpy daze we jingle change

& scratch our thatch 'fore hats are donned


in valleys blue we chuckle shoes

passed riverbanks as ducks quack swans

as sunshine rains on cobbled lanes

we pause for clues

then puddle on

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