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my farmer-lives ( another shit pun-job )
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down in ancient sumer there
i herded goats
up in caledonia
i tilled them oats
in the fourteenth century
i tended sheep
when all was victorian
i gathered wheat
before scarecrows came along
i scared the crows
when the vikings invaded
my sows farrowed
with straw in my mouths - with my
rosy cheeked wives
but not in this life - no
- in my farmer-lives -
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england expects ( some poemz )
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england expects a man in a dress & windowsills with mustard cress foreign bullshit & national shite a tuesdayed moan a fridayed fight glimpses of hope but never too much things of the ilk their like & such all castled homes with canine best friends pints not litres rainy weekends ...
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the lesser-spotted poet ( or poet minus-maculis )
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the lesser-spotted poet can be seen in dim-light through squinty binoculars around dawn or twilight they're solitary creatures who don't do packs or herds they're lairs are all metaphored they hunt for juicy words they don't lek as those grouse do or rut as those horned deer they breed under those blue moons but only on leap years their numbers they are down now their future's on the brink so please help if you can as too soon they'll be extinct ...
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& bobs … ( by mezentius cauliflowered )
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& bob's the brother of your father or your mother possibly both that would be even handier ...
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blowing gnosis ( some a poetry then )
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ring-a-ring psychosis
head, shoulders, knees - osmosis
all warring like those roses
as sure as sure supposes
that home is where the ghost is
trombonists with thrombosis
foggy myxomatosis
then us all blowing gnosis
( ? )
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loose thoughts on change ( a ‘chuh-chuh-chuh’ poem )
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what is change
beyond of course a key
( ? )
change is a chrysalis
plus change is the sea
loose pennies
yes - change is rearrange
makeovers & werewolves
embracing
the strange
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sourcing ( a poemz )
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this poem is an orphanage wreak-leaking of gas at night time in a power cut ( light a candle ) ( with a match ) ...
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an interlude ( warning: may contain traces of asbestos &/or verse )
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so this here is an interlude
blown bubbles through some limbo land
a hiatus - ice cream in lieu
a recess from some grander plan
delays within an interim
a detour down them cul-de-sacs
before things again rebegin
enjoy it - these things cannot last
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how snow melts ( an obbzurrvayshunn )
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first stirs its sleep comatosed sheets then drip by drip in bits of weep retreats the white under daylight what's liquid may freeze come the night oft gradually thaws tortoisely then foliage again to see on higher ground it sticks around that's how snow melts ( or so i've found ) ...
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leaky stuff ( a true tale of woe )
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yes information leaks from me
maybe within there lurks a mole
certain key words lie splurged on streets
so find that traitor - block that hole
( ? )
my journal from last whitsun eve
is soon to be a west end play
that mental note i wrote last week
arrived in the post yesterday
( ? )
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resarf poetry 