photography

ebb & flow

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ebb & flow ( some science & that )

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a star is born - a song is sung

a ferret sighs - a bell end's rung

there's frequencies

for all t.vs

a milk pale turns - a guitar's strummed


a badger yawns - a gas lamp glows

the branches nod when mild winds blow

the rivers flee

towards the sea

then comes the rain or sleet or snow


a magpie yawns - fresh dung is flung

there's tingles on my throbbing tongue

there's shaky knees

that's guaranteed

& blossoming when spring has sprung


as fungi spore - it's ebb & flow

i close my eyes & twiddle toes

i feel the breeze

against my knees

then sneeze down wells where echoes go

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a surfeit of lampshades

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p o e t r y  ( 17 line read )

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cheapskate poundland paper - bland & blank as snow

kisses shit & tight ink - black as murdered crows

elsewhere swans sing backwards - spits of feathered songs

as dream streams creep upstream - upwards then we row


time to meet thy maker - itch & twiddle toes

slice & dice an onion - briskly knead that dough

bang a foolish gold gong - prance & act that one

wake the ghosts for breakfast when those garden grow


bastard scraps & capers - scarpered as me flow

stick to myths & hearsay - not what folk may know

salmon leap for wisdom - avalon & on

quibbles pose as scribbles - squits of so & so


fruits of vaguely labour - flighty quill winds blow

barley mows & cobwebs - watch them as they glow

write some wrongs etc. where they should belong

as the rain pours buckets

fuck it, here we go

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muse news musings

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muse news musings ( a poem that isn’t about muesli )

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your muse is news - the paper cries

as tea mugs steam & low cloud stirs

perhaps the sun will shine my shoes

when light beams through in sudden bursts

i think out loud as pigeons sigh

& bookworms feast on dog-eared words

oh muddled daze of much ado

your gift was but a muddled curse


this much is true yet wild boar glide

as hen fangs rip & dead cats purr

perhaps the moon will mow my lawn

when lowly ink still finds the verse

to buzzard on as swallows dive

& robins bob - observe the birds

my muse is news - no tears weep i

thanks fuck & phew - things have been worse

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