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( coming soon ) ( a poemz )
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when meteors & solar flares they blast the earth sans thought or care when robots rage their robot war against mankind but not before when viruses spread free with ease the drugs can't work the air's diseased when all is fucked a cure is found for poetry as london drowns - so stick around - ...
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little rhymes ( a brief poetrys )
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i'm partial to the little rhymes some say they're little ditty rhymes some say they're fucking shitty rhymes ( & now it's gone - in little time ) ...
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startled by sparkles ( some o’that ( y’twat ) )
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i'm startled by sparkles
as gargoyles they gargle
as martha & arnold
they marvel at parcels
as garden gnomes garble
& bones dance in charnels
i'm startled by sparkles
now where are
my marbles
( ? )
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hoots ( some shit for sunday )
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the ape interface - knobbly knees the rustles of the branchy trees the secrets snails that race with speed as stomachs crave what bakers knead yes shades of gravy here indeed quite varied as the air we breathe this bracken english talk we speak yes - life's all blurred it's chalky-cheese ...
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rambler invasion
( well, they aren’t gone, & here must i remain ( a true tale ) )
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with o.s maps around their necks
& yes - a knapsack on their back
with foil-wrapped sandwiches inside
an apple & a thermos flask
they swarm through fields as locusts do
great torrents on ye old foothpaths
we hide then ask the skies for whys
the sky just sighs & then turns black
the dog & i are terrified
we only came out for a walk
we've large groups 'round here before
but surely this time - this means war
so we're to be invaded then
as if i squint they're mongol hordes
here come the rambler forces now
look - thousands of 'em
marching forth
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simple mathematics
( s o m e s i m p l e s t u f f )
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well eight hundred & forty five point five two three times sixty nine plus whitsun eve divided by the total sum of easter's sines then triangles but never straight as disturbed owls they congregate times five point two point six pi eight a wishing well & your mum's face as three french hens clang brassy bells & nowt point nowt shouts not a yell equals a tale one cannot tell i'm thankful that there is no hell ...
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the stream ( some thoughts in v e r s e )
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sometimes it creeps
sometimes it flows
great gushes then
then the mind goes
in torrents or
gently down stream
merrily? yes
life's but a dream
sometimes it flows
back in reverse
confounding some
( a gift or curse? )
sometimes it stops
sometimes it's dry
the gods must know
we don't know why
( ? )
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the bliss of feb ( not the kiss of death )
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there's snow beyond the window yet the earth's to wet to settle but the flakes keep falling as steam rises from the kettle where we soldier on indoors as brave welders prove their mettle in my mind it's june - i'm being stung by stinging nettles ...
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the modern age ate my hamster … ( some contemporary shite )
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the modern age ate my hamster so consumed with whats & whys - the like i climbed up mam tor dressed as an onion in the hope that there some answers i would find as tears drip dropped on my costume i cursed the needless hamster greed of time then remembered that there was no hamster 'twas a figment of my modern wanker mind ( ? ) ...
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foraging as we go ( a true of a story in a of rhymez-formz )
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'twas a february morn there on our way to the shop on a bog roll mission when the dog & i did stop our noses alerted oui - a french scent filled the air allium ursinum yeah - the garlic of the bear aye, the first of the year new leaves barely more than shoots so i picked it for soup so then i'll be vampire-proof then we left londis-bound so that i can wipe my shite knowing spring's on its way knowing things are looking bright ( the end ) ...
resarf poetry 