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the king of ting ( i never understand either, just go with it, thank you x )
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i am the king of ting & objects that go ding you may not have heard of me i'm famous in beijing i am the king of ting on my finger's a ring strike it like a glockenspiel & hear my hand go ping ...
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wednesday morning poetry
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dogs are walking tongues are talking gamma's waving slates are falling deer are fawning prophets warning loved-up judges in wigs courting mice are roaring jugs-a-pouring get a move on cars-a-stalling thoughts are forming birds are soaring just another wednesday morning ...
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percy shaw ( a short inventor-ode )
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he purred not a whisker
nor curled up for naps
but percy shaw saw
with the eyes
of a cat
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bombing down the pavement ( a true story )
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bombing down the pavement
with flagrant regard
scaring all the pensioners
& shocking their frail hearts
on his raleigh prophet
with its holy spokes
he never wears a helmet
in his dust trails folk choke
babbling to his father
when there's no one there
keep an eye on traffic please ( ! )
yeah - he should take more care
sparking stabilisers
glowing red then white
he's nothing but a menace
is that
christ on a bike
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gibbons ( a poem about gibbons )
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stanley gibbons swang branch to branch lived in the jungle collected stamps edward gibbon climbed the trees tall scratched his ape nuts so wrote of rome's fall ...
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time for a muddle ( a neo-modernist archetype-sprawl )
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bits of ticking ticking tocks it's a bit like dripping clocks time is once more on the mind muddying things coils unwind like flamed ripples thought last week next may be as robots weep with sabine rage chartists march camlann-rematch caveman spark ( that one ) ...
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strangely erotic ( 8 lines of corrrrrr …. )
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rather strangely so like the a52 or tuesdays or rhubarb erotic are you like nuns on warm spring days or custard's thick skin we live & we yearn so don't question these things ...
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the garden in winter ( 4 lines )
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the lawn sleeps in whispers
all roses have withered
here hardened gnomes shiver
the garden in winter
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stunts & on ( a quite modern twist on a very old turn )
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jump into puddles unsure of their depth cross all your digits then wish for the best stride into cobwebs where there may be ghosts live for a weekend on plum jam on toast pretend your uncle once ate his trousers drunk one shrove tuesday sniff every flower several years later handstands on flapjack skipping in cloudbursts many a mishap ( x ) ...
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acrostic to bear ( by some twat with a pen & some sheet )
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p hantom penguins pickled plums peppermint pricks parsnip puns o smosis ooze onion odes octane occult overloads e agle-eyed ears eclogue elms electric earls eggy elves t ipsy teapots tempered twerps ten thousand tents tetchy turds y obbish yeomans yellowy yawning yokels - p o e t r y ...
resarf poetry 