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when day dreams ( a ? & a ~ )
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then when day dreams so lucidly
vague undertones for something's sake
elusive - yes confusingly
a dozy sun, a piece of cake
so vivid yet still snoozing free
unspecified - the stuff of shapes
a bleary sky, a whoozy breeze
the dog's nackers
( day never wake )
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( a ) lone poem ( s o m e p i f f l e v e s t )
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my heart is on a treasure hunt
searching for gems & gold
my soul it is on holiday
yep, somewhere very cold
my mind has travelled back in time
to well ancient b.c
so now i'm bored, i'm drinking tea
& watching shit t.v
( in peace )
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a modern lament ( a p o e t r y e s s a y ( 1 0 s e c o n d r e a d ) )
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one-eyed cyclops qwerty psi-ops conscious desktop tempting matchbox burning night off soothing eyes pop falling laptops how come? ( black box ) ...
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balladeer dream ( a h o p e i n v e r s e – f o r m )
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i'd like to be a balladeer thence wander far & near but mainly near - i can't be arsed to stray too far from here yet still i'd graft with ballad fare yeah, all that crazy shoot recounting yarns in rusty barns whilst strumming on me lute a balladeer? oh yes please please no, not soppy pop songs or animals - they're fallow deer stop muddling, you're wrong no cavalier cashiers for me 'stead words with strings i've plucked until death calls ( dum - dum - dee - dum ) & then all's proper fucked ...
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mayday calm ( a p o e m )
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there is no panic, still there's time it's early, blurry stirs the mind as birds they sing in chirpy chimes as curtains stir - up come them blinds the water still flows in yon stream as queens awaken from their dreams & lambs bounce mad - they're full o' beans i haven't heard a frantic scream as morris men awake & yawn then dress with bells upon this morn those doom-merchants have yet to warn of blah - blah - blah plus warring storms i plod that path beside the barn upon that hill wearing no charm for luck i clutch air in my palm which does the trick it's mayday calm ...
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unamused ( s o m e p o e t r y )
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what's funny about farms?
what's funny about about bones?
i grew up on a farm
was that a funny home?
my skeleton beneath
has never-ever spoke
let alone tickled folk
with a funny joke
( ? )
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a conversation ( r e m e b e r t h e m ? )
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chat we are scraps of encyclopedias let's dissect the lie that is social media ( in person ) ...
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my broken toe hell ( a t r u e m o a n a b o u t f u c k a l l r e a l l y )
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oh broken toe my scarpered flow i fell - you clicked the crunch of woe that sound we know we dread it so horrific yet some faint hope glows through dark shadows well dark are those in dreams i dream then green shoots grow oh broken toe i'm okay though it's poetry put on a show ...
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bastard chapters ( s o m e p o e t r y )
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dog-shit-free shoes - wanker trainers broken toe groans - fortune favours the jammy & thin ice skaters lucky twats their fluky capers worse things happen at dot-dot-dot dick'ead clichés & their what not tangled rambles - daft apeth knots fucking swearing that hits the spot no blister weeps of a morning like a bellend, frogs are spawning hobble home quick - gobshite's calling take no ice bath 'stead get scrawling as that crow flies - scratch a surface shit on paper, burn a furnace bastard chapters - scrappy verses sadness blessings happy curses ...
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you who you you poem ( s o m e o f a p o e m s )
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you who you you is a who to you too & who too too? possibly sue so you you you so who too as you do quarter past two fuckle my shoe said you you who to a shrew wise & blue plus you know? stranded in crewe et yet you do said do you with an ooh et cetera forever too ...
resarf poetry 