contemporary poetry

the downpour

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the downpour ( some sheet )

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i thudded on your leaky roof

i lurked within your murky drains

i squelched so in your shoes & boots

i tap danced on your window panes


i bore your garden many fruits

i drowned your rat - delayed your train

i pleased your duck, your swan & goose

as i ruined your cricket game


i soaked your laundry with my juice

i pissed upon your aeroplane

i quenched your trees - your beech & spruce

when i tickled your weather vane


as any pillock could deduce

with half their brain - i was the rain

but now there's sun - i'll soon vamoose

i'm silver puddles on your lane

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soz etc.

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soz etc. ( an extension of sumit from yesterday )

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ripples of ivy & buckets of rain

sunday is thursday so much of the same

cloaked as the oak tree

but hope is key

ghosts in vague ruins with baffling chains


tardy drystone walls & bruises on arms

fresh scabs on kneecaps & clutched luckless charms

still as the fruit bowl

alive as the foal

wobbles in woodland & annals on palms


dallies in valleys & taps on the brain

bat flaps of evenings as rats race up drains

bare as the bony

as dead as the sea

brisk as the spring lamb - as deft as the flea


weasels in haystacks & barnstorms in barns

supper for breakfast on patchwork hill farms

quiant as the maypole

or pockets in holes

loons in old mill towns with tales in their yarns

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with notes

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with notes ( a little story-poem of some truth )

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with notes of rome in flames - aglow

& oh those vandal so & so's

we ponder on - the dog & i

as air it cools - a soft breeze blows


with notes of ludwig's joyous ode

in search of ghost tales of the gloam

or gold - as ever - treasure hides

passed private drives where ivy grows


with notes of mars & jericho

& curtain calls for west end shows

in still we plod with but a sigh

as snails leave trails of slimy slow


yes evening roams - the sun is low

& soon to vanish down below

the hills but on the other side

from where this dawn it yawned

hello

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absent dawn

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absent dawn ( some rhymes for sunday etc. )

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the sky was green - the sheep were clouds

the owls were air in hot balloons

the hens were clucked - the wren was loud

the goldfinch licked the silver spoon


the sun was pun - the land was sway

the badgers bastard out the tunes

the hedges edged - the horsefly neighed

at oafish newts with attitude


the bleak was well - the rooks smoked crows

the polecats pranced in pantaloons

the snails were whales - the lanes were toads

& nice 1 cried the riping moon


the hills weren't ill - the deer were fawn

the mood was baboons on bassoons

but where were you? oh, absent dawn

you missed a cracking afternoon

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