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in conscious spheres pus globules of dream reality is not what she seems it seeps - it weeps no curative cream yet sleep is fugitive know what i mean ( ? ) ...
contemporary poetry
problem reaction solution
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this planet's run by banker wankers, puppet leaders, rothschilds, turnip farmers, reptiles, the w.i & the caravan club, the illuminati, monster raving loony party, popular culture / programming, too nice & happy people plus very evil weasels trust me i spend loadsa time online existence is their edifice & that's where our power is take it back ...
cleaning spring
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the shrinking alphabet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ save the bee - save the bee or they'll be lost forever & they're the only insect left named after a letter all the effs are long dead r.i.p the pees we're 25 down now so god save the bee ...
our world of rhyme
( please click on this poem to read it as it should be i type in preformatted on here which used to come down as one albeit to the left but now, whatever stream your on it just shows the first bit bunched in another typeface come on wordpress you fuckin' shitehawks why the chuffin' shat-munt change or is it me? ) ~ our world of rhyme where lines they chime from morn's dawn yawn to rhyme's bedtime yet then we sleep then dream of sheep joyriding jeeps watch out - beep beep day & night long it's one big song or chanson i blame trad & anon so tra la la la la la lee fiddley diddley diddley dee ( nice 1 ) ...
fashion poem
i'm grubby not dirty i'm messy but clean there's mud on my trousers coz that's my scene it comes from them hills like then dries to a crust you can call it earthy or rustic if you must or dalefolk chic, yeh or ooh bumpkin cool with well worn trainers & a much loved cagoule why give a bat's shat? it does the job that glamour's for spanners & flash is for twats ...
mid-cucumber season
mid-cucumber season is mayhem although we're askin' for madness when cucumbers grow the limbo within in beyond rhyme or reason the green heart of khaos mid-cucumber season ( the end ) ... ( author gnomes; 'didn't have any cucumber picz so there's a lovely tree instead cheers-ta )
august is lawless
well august is lawless so do what thou wilt the law is on holiday absent is guilt as them two went camping somewhere in wales or exmoor or dartmoor or yorkshire dales so cycle on pavements helmet & carefree then scrump a white peach off a ripe white peach tree with no reprisals just big wicked grins yes august is lawless let's relish this sin ...
a true farmer figure
then when i was younger roughly by the age of 3 old macdonald was a true farmer figure to me he taught me all the farming things a child should ever know with an e-i e-i e-i o ...
think great things
when you're somewhat down in a state of deflate cheer yourself up by thinking of some things that were great like king alfred's burnt cakes or world war one the great train robbery ( that's better, it's gone ) ...
resarf poetry 