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crackin’ in ( coz rhymes can be free too )
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crackin' up? crackin' in tentacles pack it in kraken yous natterjack bubblewrap cul-de-sacs toad on road air pockets soothsayers eye sockets portents here bubble burst stub a toe ow - that hurts ~ phone a friend? make one up be a bee sup, sup, sup wear a face don a gown i've seen her around town vanishings stroke an ear candlemas disappear turnip wars piffle vest sandwiches ( bless this mess ) ...
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crafted by hand ( some truths & out the other one )
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all of these poems are crafted by hand no fancy machines as it's art - isan but just who is anne? you misunderstand no robotic prods just shat pen - that's grand as birds boss the skies as sheep graze the land one scribbles on sheets shit riddles of man it's bespoke ( of course ) all part of the plan so don't knock this wank 'twas crafted by hand ...
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the p in ptarmigan ( some more gubbins for the annals )
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you're not the c in cardigan or either b in barbican no - you're the p in ptarmigan ( your silence fools not me ) ...
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vulnerable ( 8 lines of something )
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if you yawn upon a morn
in that bit beyond the dawn
by a cool pool or pond or such
or a lake where insects swarm
careful with that morrowed yawn
you're exposed - insects get drawn
via your gob they'll hive your mind
they'll nest-infest
- you have been warned -
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( a piss of piece ) ( by some fuckin’ scroat for yous fuckin’ scroats )
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be that tiger effort freely squeezing lemons breaths of breezy on so-named street a,b, peasy beneath pie skies nice & easy ...
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loveable rogues ( a common wish )
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what's not to love re
loveable rogues?
yes we'd all love to
be one of those
we'd bend the rules but
the system's bent ( ! )
we'd defy norms &
never relent
toughened since childhood
yet good within
beyond our shit quips
& cheeky grins
we'd badger on through
our highs & lows
what's not to love re
loveable rogues?
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where’s mozart? ( a moderately contemporary word wank )
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mozart? don't know
sub concerto
conscious solo
twinkle
don't know
magpie smearing?
mathematics
twinkle hiding
try the
attic
what time's bedtime?
face in basin
death? he faked it
flute stuff
mason
know don't - hut-based
where art? twinkle
new stuff
pipelines
hope so
wishful
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none of these trees are trees
( a few lines based on a daft idea that’s probably real as well )
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all is not what it seems
none of these trees are trees
no, these trees are drama students
or were before the breeze
changed its course out the blue
as breezes often do
they're compelling yet quite wooden
let not these trees fool you
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thoughts from a field ( some sheet )
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thoughts from a field but nothing much brief ponderings their ilk & such mini-moments thingamy-thinks the fleeting sort ( gone in a blink ) ...
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lost in a forest with a florist ( a tale of true )
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have you ever been lost yes - lost in a forest lost in a forest with a florist called doris or portia or morris who promised you porridge then led you astray so you're lost in a forest ( ? ) ( me too ) ...
resarf poetry 