mars

mars ( 4 lines for y’minds )

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once there was an ancient war

now it's barren evermore

twinkle twinkle planet mars

named after the god of bars

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little rhymes

little rhymes ( a brief poetrys )

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i'm partial to the little rhymes

some say they're little ditty rhymes

some say they're fucking shitty rhymes

( & now it's gone - in little time )

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startled by sparkles

startled by sparkles ( some o’that ( y’twat ) )

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i'm startled by sparkles

as gargoyles they gargle

as martha & arnold

they marvel at parcels

as garden gnomes garble

& bones dance in charnels

i'm startled by sparkles

now where are

my marbles

( ? )

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hoots

hoots ( some shit for sunday )

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the ape interface - knobbly knees

the rustles of the branchy trees

the secrets snails that race with speed

as stomachs crave what bakers knead



yes shades of gravy here indeed

quite varied as the air we breathe

this bracken english talk we speak

yes - life's all blurred

it's chalky-cheese

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rambler invasion

( well, they aren’t gone, & here must i remain ( a true tale ) )

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with o.s maps around their necks

& yes - a knapsack on their back

with foil-wrapped sandwiches inside

an apple & a thermos flask

they swarm through fields as locusts do

great torrents on ye old foothpaths

we hide then ask the skies for whys

the sky just sighs & then turns black



the dog & i are terrified

we only came out for a walk

we've large groups 'round here before

but surely this time - this means war

so we're to be invaded then

as if i squint they're mongol hordes

here come the rambler forces now

look - thousands of 'em

marching forth

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simple mathematics

( s o m e s i m p l e s t u f f )

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well eight hundred

& forty five

point five two three

times sixty nine

plus whitsun eve

divided by

the total sum

of easter's sines



then triangles

but never straight

as disturbed owls

they congregate

times five point two

point six pi eight

a wishing well

& your mum's face



as three french hens

clang brassy bells

& nowt point nowt

shouts not a yell

equals a tale

one cannot tell

i'm thankful that

there is no hell

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the stream

the stream ( some thoughts in v e r s e )

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sometimes it creeps

sometimes it flows

great gushes then

then the mind goes


in torrents or

gently down stream

merrily? yes

life's but a dream


sometimes it flows

back in reverse

confounding some

( a gift or curse? )


sometimes it stops

sometimes it's dry

the gods must know

we don't know why

( ? )

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the bliss of feb

the bliss of feb ( not the kiss of death )

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there's snow beyond the window

yet the earth's to wet to settle

but the flakes keep falling

as steam rises from the kettle

where we soldier on indoors

as brave welders prove their mettle

in my mind it's june - i'm

being stung by stinging nettles

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foraging as we go

foraging as we go ( a true of a story in a of rhymez-formz )

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'twas a february morn

there on our way to the shop

on a bog roll mission

when the dog & i did stop


our noses alerted

oui - a french scent filled the air

allium ursinum

yeah - the garlic of the bear


aye, the first of the year

new leaves barely more than shoots

so i picked it for soup

so then i'll be vampire-proof


then we left londis-bound

so that i can wipe my shite

knowing spring's on its way

knowing things are looking bright


( the end )

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odds, sods ‘n’ gods

odds, sods ‘n’ gods ( a reworking of something older )

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writing notes on scraps of paper

dagon ploughing - see y'later

hathar's waving - oscillator

great stuff like the magna mater


scrawls of sprawl this navigator

cernunnos the radiator

i've stowed away on a freighter

( your dinner's in the oven )

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resarf poetry

( ? )

contemporary poetry