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wasps in the loft ( a n o t h e r ? )
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there are wasps in the loft but my knees are bee-free there's a buzz from atop oft that buzz follows me when i pop down the shops for some jam & honey it's those wasps from the loft ( fuckers ) ...
contemporary poetry
an oak tree on saint george’s day
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an oak tree on saint george’s day ( s o m e s h i t )
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an oak tree on saint george's day no dragons though stay on your guard so grab a twig then sharpen it yeah, watch y'self dragons are hard & think of poets as we go a-wandering for country yards bill s. is born - bill is no more the bard is dead long live that bard ...
all the kitchen foil
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all the kitchen foil ( a h m m m . . . )
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all the kitchen foil & that sparkle in your eyes plus the moonlight's vanished too ( those bastard magpies ) ...
sheep shearing season
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sheep shearing season ( f o l k p o e m s t i l e n o t s t y l e )
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it's sheep shearing season since bleak season's stopped barring the odd light frost so fleece off them flocks it's sheep shearing season that time of the year so round 'em up, dip 'em then shear shepherds shear ...
when elbows explode …
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when elbows explode … ( h a i k u y o u j i m m y )
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when elbows explode weasels shit in kitchen sinks supper is ruined ...
the sweary scarecrow
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the sweary scarecrow ( a n o t h e r m i c r o – e p i c )
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the sweary scarecrow swears his very best to scare those motherfucker crows ( wankers ) ...
erm … ( part 17 )
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erm … ( part 17 ) ( a n y o n e c a n d o h a i k u )
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saturn is flemish spare keys hide in pockets like wasps in the vestry ...
phlegm & other reasons
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phlegm & other reasons ( a p o e m )
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dandelion skirmishes badger fucks, twirled dervishes mrs. worthington's hit list space then shapes - their surfaces sermons offer services milk, honey & circuses snooker's at the crucible free-balls, cues & furnaces fork lightning, moors, mysteries distortions - distilleries dick turpin; the boyband years achilles heel blistery old wives' tales of fisheries pillars, posts plus pillorys tumble driers fall to earth snail trails shine, all slippery geese in gleams are gathering manic tongues are babbling bloody jape scrapes make great shapes wrappers are unravelling jibbered tongues are jabbering flash dick'eads are swaggering father was an antelope bastard hammers hammering home is where hope lives - it dwells magic songs are singing spells october's an octopus comfy seats are sitting well june's trapped down a wishing well judas was a kiss 'n' tell april is a playful ape bluebelled woods are ringing bells ...
graveyard games
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graveyard games ( a t r u e t r u t h – t h i n g )
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we used to play games
in the graveyard
like where here lies
the oldest grave
( ? )
or who died at
the oldest age
( ? )
which headstone has
the strangest name
( ? )
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charity limbo-land
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charity limbo-land ( p o e m )
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we live in a charity limbo-land we're sandwiched, lost & jaded we're too grown up for childline here yet far too young for help the aged ...
resarf poetry 