contemporary poetry

hedge pledge

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hedge pledge ( by sledge dredge wedge the 3rd )

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dead solemnly i hereby pledge

my allegiance

to all things hedge


i fear most walls, trust not the fence

we need something

yes - hedge makes sense


i'll trim 'em back, i'll clip 'em smart

with nail scissors

squint then it's art


they'll bring me green, berries & knots

defend the hedge

or all is lost

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( author notes )

knots = hawthorn blossom

upon addressing a rumour

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upon addressing a rumour ( some verse )

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dear utter shite

your wagging tongues

your poppycock

phenomenon

oh waspish ways

once i was stung

i felt it then

stop slinging dung



you need to feed

your stinking guts

- the gullible -

on them you must

'tis piffle-wank

no ifs or buts

so fuck yourself

thence suck thy nuts

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balls

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balls ( some balls-verse )

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balls, balls

it's all just balls

oh slimy crystals

yards & walls

balls, balls

leather on cork

& twats called jack

they're in your court


balls, balls

a bouncy spell

rubber, pig bladder

fucking hell

( yes )

balls, balls

& cheesy smells

so probably

bollocks as well

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keeping time

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keeping time ( a precautionary tale )

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i like to keep a spare afternoon

in my pocket

next to them keys

which i always need


& a pleasant evening

around my neck

kept in a locket

( only to be opened

during emergencies )

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the land of sheep

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the land of sheep ( some shite )

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this is the land of sheep - 'tis true

this is the land of rams & ewes

each blurry spring as birds they sing

the population mushroom-booms


this is the land of sheepish folk

bashful shepherds asleep neath oaks

in pastures green ( sometimes serene )

as wolves in woollen clothes encroach

...

 

on the sheet

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on the sheet ( some sheet )

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we're on the sheet

yes as we do

once more unto

a sheet or two

a sneeze - achoo

a squeeky shoe

good morning all

good evening you


bring me my ink

my shitty pens

& special lens

for hidden gems

please some of them

aye know thy sen

we're on the sheet

again

( the end )

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( author notes )

in case you were unaware

sen means self,

nice 1

 

breadcrumb trails

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breadcrumb trails ( some ?-verse )

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i've been following breadcrumb trails

along yon rivers in them dales

for years & counting - through time's mist

oh mystery - your tail tells tales


or so folk say yet here no luck

in lieu of clues i'm quackin' up

the trail's gone stale, my shape it shifts

so now - oh fuck

i am a duck

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