contemporary poetry
humphh
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humphh ( hhpmuh )
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righting a song
in the wronging of along
hymns in the head
with y’ leaden legs of dread
trot like a fox
or a monkey with the pox
paws at the lights
as the even’ breeze – she bites
stop ’til it’s green
& the now’s a bouncing bean
gurn at the bend
with a poem what y’ penned
burning a page
in the book of endless beige
down in the frown
of a pickled onion town
then with a pen
& a rubber duck or hen
squawk in a line
or the local swine will fine
wait in the queue
but the queue won’t wait for you
dressed for the rain
but the rain – he never came
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g.o.a.t berry
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g.o.a.t berry ( yrreb t.a.o.g )
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shining on the vine
hangs old king alfred the grape
– grapest of all time
…
& a cartridge in a pear tree
september salad
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september salad ( dalas rebmetpes )
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river mist beginnings
big cheese chancellery
knights in black tights
creeping like stalactites
samosa sunshine
kids back in prison
sweetcorn vortex
harvest mouse house guests
hosepipe dreams
apple crumble crunch time
seven plus two
is a pebble in your shoe
in gourd we trust
as the flocks roam
cobweb lottery
swallows go home
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catty
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catty ( yttac )
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nap like a catfish
purr like a catterpillar
catkins on a branch
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merry old …
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merry old … ( … dlo yrrem )
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e xeter
n ewcastle
g loucester
l ondon
a tlantis
n arnia
d erby
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the hosepipe gestapo
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the hosepipe gestapo ( opatseg epipesoh eht )
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ten fucking years here
in this prison /
re-eductation camp
for watering geraniums
in the death of day
with a stocking on me noggin
as the black bats flapped
& the full moon waned
curtain twitchers stirred
aroused by sprinkled sounds
probably retired
bloody covid wardens
them with nought within
& decking on their back lawn
where grass gleamed
faded since like england’s
coddled hills & farmland
so come dawn
a banged down door
& the hosepipe gestapo
whacked us in the van
sentenced without trial
silly bollocks really
so we have to smile
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david lloyd george
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david lloyd george ( egroeg dyoll divad )
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galvanised kneecaps
intergalactic panpipes
pea soup boomerangs
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a wondrous thing
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a wondrous thing ( gniht suordnow a )
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a wondrous thing, a sight – behold
a shining gleam, a sheen of gold
the bollocks of the toppest dog
in digital or analogue
the ice is dry – the lighting low
the cast is crashing lightning so
a wondrous thing, a singing sage
& not available in beige
it does the bins & washing up
& filleth doth the spilleth cup
it never rusts & dusts the shelves
the feathers preen & clean themselves
the words within are sentinels
& oh, the several tentacles
a pillared post, a frozen star
a book, a bat, the god’s guitar
a magic door that sobers drunks
& cue the sound of chanting monks
the monkey shapes of space & time
a panacea’s pantomime
from skin & bone to bloated whale
the king will bow & all must hail
the best of all, your number one
a wondrous thing – now where’s it gone?
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