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contemporary poetry
kerfuffle
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kerfuffle ( a p o e m )
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kerfuffle a bustle some feathers are rustled kerfuffle a muddle commotion & huffles kerfuffle oh fuckle a storm in a puddle kerfuffle what fuffle? drop weapons then cuddle ...
a year in the life of a dog
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a year in the life of a dog ( a p o e m )
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january february march april may june july august september october november & december ...
cat-shat rumours
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cat-shat rumours ( ? )
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no i've never been the queen of sheba the king of whiskas nor the prince of purina ...
jolt poem
Jolt
( j o l t p o e m )
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jolt to a start yes jolt out them vaults flare your nostrils & sweat like a colt feel these jumpleads energy - many volts the buzz, the hum ( & ) the whirr of the waltz jolt for your salt with chopped skipping hops jolt out of bed then nip down yon shops fuelled by sweet tea & too much fizzy pop overdo it then ( oh ) jolt to a stop ...
where to write
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where to write ( a t r u e s t o r y s o n o t r e a l l y a s t o r y t h e n )
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on the settee when there's shit on telly under some trees as the breeze tickles knees sat on the bog if you're not shatting logs scrawl in your bonce if you're walking the dog upon a peak when the day is grim-grey under duvets with your torch in p.jays on the bus home rock 'n' roll - fuckin' yes sat at a desk with its sheets & this mess ...
there may be fires
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( h e a l t h & s a f e t y p o e t r y )
( based on something roger mcgough nicked )
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there may be fires
so live by a river
there may be flooding
so up a hill
there may be landslides
so in a flat place
next to a river
dead safe
until
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life-sheet
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life-sheet ( s o m e p o e t r y )
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the world is damned
the world is fine
& some say both
at the same time
the ironed shirts
are now more creased
as wars rage on
let's fight for peace
life never ends
we're dead from birth
we came from stars
this is our earth
folk tales lie like
the myth of self
- oh look, a ghost
& there's an elf
we're free to feel
the glow of odd
yes god is love
but not your god
sixpences can
turn in a blink
when everything's
a kitchen sink
each sheep's a sheep
each bird's a bird
all words - well they're
just fucking words
in summary
there is no sane
when bollocks rules
when nonsense reigns
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easter as a creature
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easter as a creature ( c r i p e s )
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oh shit, it's easter easter as a creature looming all bunny-eared grim as gloomy reapers chick-beaked it teeters dead mish-mashed its features it eats men - like christmas let's flee from this creature ...
i’d like to be a library
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i’d like to be a library ( a d r e a m i n v e r s e )
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i'd like to be a library this is the dream of mine with loads of tomes inside of me in my deweyed insides no trouble mind - oh do shut up respect my rules & terms i'd have many, many books but hopefully no book worms ...
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