contemporary poetry

all clouds above are actors

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all clouds above are actors  (  e i g h t  l i n e  r e a d  )

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all clouds above are actors

they're players of the sky

with ever-changing faces

they're thesping as they fly


the plot goes where that wind blows

its pace dictates the speed

at which their story unfolds

'tis high drama indeed

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the self-portrait of a fruit bowl

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the self-portrait of a fruit bowl  (  a  p o e m  &  a  t r u e  t a l e  )

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the self-portrait of a fruit bowl

those oranges, apples & pears

with bananas to lend a hand

& plenty of berries in there


the self-portrait of a fruit bowl

plus nuts thus we've not lost the plot

they painted then when we were sleep

but don't ask us who painted what

( ? )

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war isn’t art

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war isn’t art  (  a  p o e t r y  o f  )

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war isn't art

war has no muse

or dull journal

called war review


where is the grace

in bloody death?

shush war, don't waste

your bloody breath


in art at school

nobody died

our paint was red

so our insides


stayed safe within

then we sniffed glue

war isn't art

fuck you sun tzu

( dick'ead )

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