Poem

there branches spread

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there branches spread ( a brief poetical pondering )

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there are some owls that prefer day

& eat no meat

chips are their prey


there are some fish that cannot swim

with flows they go

the water's whims


there are some trees with roots abound

above - their trunk

grows underground


there branches spread beneath the earth

a bit different

( for what it's worth )

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ungrazed knees

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ungrazed knees ( a brief seasonal jaunt in that there rhyme )

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then winter fell with ungrazed knees

some bells did knell

unleafed the trees


their branches bare - our numbing toes

it's everywhere

a white cock crows


i think of she, he & then them

sequentially

goodwill to men


excluding scum & wrong'uns too

no insects hum

no bluebells blue


our lucky scarves & uncursed gloves

look - a buzzard

soars high above


with ungrazed knees aye winter fell

i hope it treats

you kind & well

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soup issues

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( soup issues, a brief poems )

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too many cooks they ruin soup

the same applies

to chefs with toques


or is that broth? but broth's a soup

dotage pottage

that tinned stuff too


you've plot the lost - i've lost the stock

then chefs descend

the broth is off


as horses drink from led-to troughs

& leopards once

more change their spots

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thorntree lane

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thorntree lane ( a brief poem )

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i thought of you on thorntree lane

there was nought in the way of rain

the sky was dry - unstirred the drains

no ghost emerged

on thorntree lane


there are no trees on thorntree lane

not much beyond the shut café

as then 'twas night not t'other - day

no owl did hoot

on thorntree lane


there are no thorns on thorntree lane

this funny name eludes explain

i pause & feel my tickled brain

it thinks of you

oh thorntree lane

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needles in haystacks

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needles in haystacks ( a brief rant )

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needles

in haystacks

knitting

take that

maybe

payback

needless

needles

somewhere

in haystacks

somewhere

maybe

gravy

on your collar

staining

your haystacks

in needles

somewhere

maybe

weasels

with straight hats

& face masks

knitting

somewhere

plus straw too

in haystacks

( keep looking )

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do sphincters speak in riddles ?

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do sphincters speak in riddles ( a 4 quatrains of ( a ? ) shite ( read ) )

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this blue van is reversing

this man wants compensation

this man wants reimbursing

the shits want constipation


the weir is overflowing

down dale it's pissy drizzle

up in the peaks it's snowing

do sphincters speak in riddles?


of lynxes & of sphynxes

flighty & quite magical

unlucky are jinxed winches

minstrels speak in madrigal


of cranes & jigsawed muddles

as sundries lie in waiting

the many fucking puzzles

as day is just awaking

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