contemporary poetry

a memory down trip lane

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a memory down trip lane ( enal pirt nwod yromem a )

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i recall the fall

in my geriatric armchair

      slurping lucozade

      in a crystal cognac glass

stroking my cravat

as if it were a cat

      back between naps

      scratching the annals –

once upon the cobbles

a wobble followed through

      a trip of a slip

      on rain-glazed stone

so the stormy glows

like the embers of remember

      misted like a morning

      on a meadow by a river

went the then of me

soaring in the air

      high on banana skins

      & nuerofen plus

flying like a fish

arse over elbows

      stumble up & gone

      crashing with aplomb

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have you seen the trees?

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have you seen the trees? ( ?seert eht nees uoy evah )

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hairy fairy aerials
wooden antennae

stubble of the land
hugger of i

on a wander’s pause
watchers of the forest

towers fit for owls
dendrous cousins

them of up above
dryad gaff’s

pixie apartment’s
lumberjack fodder

sunbeam deflector’s
squirrel castle’s

bracers of gales
barking like a dog

battlers of storms
tamers of the jet stream

shades of the glades
rain neutralisers

have you seen the trees?
logged & noted too?

our friends arboreal
as they’ve seen you

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pinch another punchline

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pinch another punchline ( enilhcnup rehtona hcnip )

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mizzle of a morn’
walking in the sheet
under scrumpled thunder
plodding sodden feet

piffle in the head
lead between the legs
scribble up a riddle
then the pencil smegs

metaphorically
‘neath the weaving skies
seeking eager egrets
herons in disguise

buds upon the bare
branches where the bears
crap within the copses
or the boxing hares

yes, the west is east
when the north is south
spinning in the midlands
muddles in the mouth

rabid rabbit’s white
’tis another moth
pinch another punchline
sigh & bugger off

blowing with the crows
flying as the bar
’til the spring is ringing
chiming like a star

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twenty twenty toodleooh

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twenty twenty toodleooh ( hooeldoot ytnewt ytnewt )

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see the evening starlings

where the air is up

      walk a muddy path

      laughing like a mallard

wonder like a bra

can flying fish swim?

      can they see space

      from the great wall of china?

is the queen a bloke

with a royal todger?

      maybe, if prince phillip

      was her birthing ladyboy

anyways, the moon

is crooning of a future

      but the moon’s unjabbed

      & hasn’t had a booster

soon she shall be cancelled

selene in a gulag

      when the karens moan so

      sing before the storm

parp another parsnip

from the annal’s passage

      pen another then

      scratch your hairy annus

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time loopy

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time loopy ( ypool emit )

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after a catnap
reinvent the wheelbarrow
or the drawing board

or the drawing board
yet the egg’s a scrambled code
lower the drawbridge

lower the drawbridge
wander in the evening fog
dreaming of daylight

dreaming of daylight
as the jabbers boost the beast
toodleooh t’you

toodleooh t’you
sighing for a mug o’ tea
sing the kettle on

sing the kettle on
nestle in a speckled book
chapter eight again

chapter eight again
chapter nine is calling i
after a catnap

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collectivism will tear us apart

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collectivism will tear us apart ( trapa su raet lliw msivitcelloc )

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swans upon a dreaming daze
songs beyond the river’s haze
of a morning’s nature walk
seeking beaming solar rays

music is a mutant key
stirs the steaming soup in me
ticks the cockles, warms a box
all’s an otter’s odyssey

so the pickled poems flow
where the haring air is fro
like a shrew within y’ shoe
moorland’s calling – climb ‘n’ grow

seek the purple heather – quick
sucking not the rainbow’s dick
bending not a knee or neck
worship not the needle’s prick

let the herded cattle moo
lost with not a pissing clue
swivel little villagers
swimming in the ‘rona’s pooh

wobble this ‘n’ sounding that
bouncing ‘neath a bobble hat
be an individual
normalzzz is a fucking twat

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