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bits of this poem ( some brief list-truths )
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bits of this poem
have been scribble-scrawled before
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skiving in a cable car
during the war,
hiding from a poltergeist
halfway up mam tor,
dreaming in an airing cupboard
breathing through a straw
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it never goes anywhere
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what the fog … ? ( a foggy poem-read )
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the views have vanished here today here has no distance just this grey i saw the flying dutchman sail in silhouette form down yon vale along yon river with this chill surrounded by a lack of hills oh has my mind as focus gone? oh what the fog is going on? ...
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opening other people’s post ( by 64 syllable read )
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opening other people's post
the old tenants - the many ghosts
that have since fled - some new address
such strange names on those envelopes
there may be gifts - a ten pound note
from uncle fuss & auntie dote
or a death threat ( you're effing next )
so far just shit
we live in hope
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an apple … ( a short poemz of )
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an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
a painting a day
helps the artist portray
a beret a day
keeps our chic heads français
jarlsberg everyday
keeps our cheeses norway
a tutu a day
keeps our dances ballet
garlic everyday
keeps those vampires at bay
a game everyday
means the sought hideaway
( but )
a poem a day
keeps this odd-shit in-play
( sorry )
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that vital spot ( a poem for dayboxing )
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i'd like to scribe you a poem but lacked that vital spot to sit & think & spill some ink as by the fire was far too hot i'd love to scribe you a poem as words are all i've got the mortuary was death-dead cold then at my desk sat goldilocks i need to scribe you a poem like pineapples need chunks so down the garden one did plod but there the faeries got us drunk i have not scribed you a poem all efforts sadly sunk beneath those seas of circumstance so fuck it - here's the usual junk ...
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button-issues ( a brief poetical )
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we're pushing buttons all day long we're switching buttons off & on like bellys or lights watch them glow ooh - shining like a button nose the buttons in our buttoned head they say don't panic nah, instead keep pushing buttons button up the right one's hiding button luck ...
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where have all the blackguards gone … ? ( a short poemz by fe64gs7.9 )
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where have all the blackguards gone? the brigands & the mastodons? the hittites, the jacobites, the dandys & those barmy knights? the milk maids, pterodactyls, the soothsayers & ten bob bills? ( oh ) dozed did i ( one or two years ) opened my eyes they'd disappeared ...
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mans ( a short poem by clement’s trojan clothes-horse )
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there once was a man who lived in a man on the isle of man many mans ago ...
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snowmen in mali? ( a brief pondering )
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winter is with us but where is that snow? absent is the white stuff does anyone know? has snow been stolen pinch-flinched from its clouds? is snow invisible yet still on the ground? maybe snow's hiding or fancied a change? i.e off to dubai blizzards on bahrain? snowmen in mali? a self-styled exile? it's in the teens outside probably too mild ...
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say it with flowers ( 27.4 second of the poetryz-read )
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talking can do so much believe in those powers but speech has its limits ( then ) say it with flowers their petals - a language their colours are words their aromas sweeten soothing as the 'erb like ' thanks for the onions ' ' what time's the next train? ' 'why aren't your palms hairy? you must be insane ' or ' darlings i loves you ' or ' darlings you've gone ' ' enjoy the hay fever ' ' f*ck off & do one ' ...
