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festz ( a p o e t r y )
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whitsun sits on window sills pentecost has hit them hills michaelmas is distant still ( burn it all 'til candlemas ) ...
contemporary poetry
actually
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actually ( a p o e t i c a l )
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none of these hills are actually hills they're huge goosebumps the wind it chills this fearful land this restless still none of these hills are actually hills none of these lakes are actually lakes they're big puddles make no mistake these things soon build for fishes sake none of these lakes are actually lakes none of these trees are actually trees they're drama students can't you see? this wooden cast of wannabes none of these trees are actually trees ( & ) none of this verse is actually verse 'tis gobshite fare a gift-stroke-curse & yet it rhymes oh aye, terse nurse none of this verse is actually verse ( phew ) ...
let’s gather dust
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let’s gather dust ( a p o e m )
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let's gather dust but not nuts in may
let us make strawer whilst others make hay
fickle me mauve - i'll tickle you grey
say what you mean
i mean what i say
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undone shoelaces
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undone shoelaces ( a p o e t r y )
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undone shoelaces strolling down the road maybe i'll trip & break my neck undone shoelaces strolling down the road maybe i'll live so what the heck undone shoelaces strolling down the road kicking odd stones into the hedge clutching a rabbit's foot tightly as i go to yonder shop ( life on the edge ) ...
the here-now
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the here-now ( a n o t h e r 5 7 5 )
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circa mid-morning june's a bloody paradox sweet tea & wednesday ...
charlotte & anya
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charlotte & anya ( a 5 7 5 job )
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charlote & anya king edward - vivaldi too potato mash-up ...
( erm )
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( erm ) ( s o m e w o r d p l a y )
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there's trusted in thrusted & rusted in trusted with little adjusted one letter's deducted in haunted there's hunted yet just ice is justice & bus ted is busted i'm fucked done & dusted ...
old king cole’s vole
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old king cole’s vole ( a p o e m )
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olod king cole had a randy pet vole & a randy pet vole had he said vole shagged cole's wife every night - at least thrice ( ! ) then it fiddled his fiddlers three ...
fan mail for the mayor
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fan mail for the mayor ( a p o e m )
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we scratch our itches, rub our sores
we stretch our stretches, yawn our yawns
we comb our chest hair - almost roar
then pay the gnomes to
mow the lawn
we write our fan mail for the mayor
we pause mid-thought on wobbly chairs
we inspect smudges over there
then think of nan's hips
whispered prayers
we plod through valleys in the rain
we whistle folk songs with no name
we catch our busses, miss our trains
then grief turn bleak - oh
who to blame ( ? )
we talk to no one in our homes
about the war then so-&-sos
we talk for days - they don't half drone
'tis tiring fair - time flies
time goes
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a common bond
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a common bond ( a p o e t i c a l )
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beauty is a ginger
bearded lady
in a tweed suit
on a misty whitsun-eve
drinking pop
in amongst the drizzle
smoking banana skins
grumbling in riddles
( i dream of her too )
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