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stroll-stuff

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stroll-stuff ( some pun-of-the-mill gubbins – twenty seventeen stylee )

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muddles in puddles & jumbles in socks

dawdles through portals & pennies in slots

sun on my earlobes

& wind up my nose

saunters through old haunts & vest strings in knots


dithers in rivers & riddles in keys

bubbles in bobbles & knobbles in knees

oh in my so-so

& on in my flow

shadows are breadcrumbs & questions are trees


pistols in pistons & crystals in rocks

ponies in shell suits & donkeys in frocks

search for those echoes

through to & its fro

poems are hidden in wheres & their whats


wanders in ponders & sonnets in bees

haiku in sky blue & bollocks in me

yon lie the meadows

yes, soon we are home

quibble in scribbles - so how did it go?

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fuss bother fuss

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fuss bother fuss ( a true story about a twat )

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i'm not the bats within your eyes

i'm not the facts that stick to lies

i'm not the stoat

within your throat

i'm not the thunder in your thighs


i'm not the wind within your whines

i'm not the string that binds your twine

i'm not what's flung

when songs are sung

i'm not your sadly absent spine


i'm not the boars up in your skies

i'm not the pork within your pies

i'm not the oats

that float your boats

i'm not your flaming butterflies


i'm not the war within your mind

i'm not the thoughts from your behind

i'm not the dung

upon your tongue

i'm not your phantom pantomime

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eater of words

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eater of words ( some sheet )

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lemon scented brigadiers

kitchen sinking dragonflies

diabetic satellites

chariots & dynamite


custard skimming cavaliers

bread & dripping candlelight

holographic parasites

pigeonholes & appetites


flagon slaying puppeteers

heckle freckled samurais

anacondas rhapsodise

potbellies & jacobites


bubble storming balladeers

lily dithered philistines

liberation lullabies

alphabets & alibis

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boomerang

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boomerang ( some ropy verse for a wet wednesday )

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i am the spell that gave you hope

i cured the pox that got your goat

last boxing day

neath skies of grey

as holly wreathed & ivy moped


i am the mist that brought you cheer

last mischief night i fought your tears

with disarray

i fogged away

then come dawn's yawn - i'd ruddy cleared


i am those notes you sat & wrote

to uncle fuss & auntie dotes

then pancake day

flipped tricks your way

yet now i'm stamped in envelopes


i am that key you lost last year

on whitsun eve i vanished, dear

to where i strayed?

i cannot say

but now i'm back - i've reappeared

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late july

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late july ( another fucking poem thing )

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it's pebble-dashed upon this day

it's this 'n' that beneath this grey

it's muddled socks so on i plod

as summer seeps & weeps away


it's fading clasps that clutch at straw

it's fledgling flaps - handbags at dawn

it's jumbled gist of in a bit

as ivy climbs & fungi spore


it's overcast & bales of hay

let's stick to facts as branches sway

& almost nod their sort of bobs

the crops concur as oxen neigh


it's mish 'n' mashed again once more

the river's smashed - last night it poured

when cellos pissed & now this mist

as swallows flee & autumn dawns

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whether report

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whether report ( some sheet )

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it might rain cats - perhaps by noon

throughout this isle where roses grow

or chimpanzees or kangaroos

beware that bounce - mind how you go


it could dogs before too soon

down on the streets, upon the roads

& wolves as well & foxes too

as winds join in & howl for show


it may rain frogs this afternoon

or snakes or newts or loads of toads

or cockatoos - the sky's a zoo

so be prepared - no 'expert' knows

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