Poem

u n s u r p r i s i n g

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u sually green pine trees
umber shades of rust
n umpties on the bbc
nuns in nunneries
s eagulls when the farmer ploughs
socks before each shoe
u mbrella if the rain appears
unicorns with horns
r otten apples & wasps
roses blah thorns
p lastic people on t.v
police dance the conga
r ight on cue like snooker
rotations on this cosmic egg
i cing on a bun
illium is sacked again
s quirrels in the park
sport distracts big kids
i ncase of sun – sunglasses
itches for each scratch
n ormies storm the pop charts
nob’ead narc’ influencers
g loves because the frost
gladder when pastoral

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the famished folk

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a chicken that quacks
like a mallard up river

& a five pound discount voucher
for those already ripped off

no more limescale
slightly less wars

a christmas in spring
& easter on halloween

a.i jesus archetypes
curing bots ‘n’ what not’s

twenty more genders
& a duck that clucks

is all the big mob
with the big gob wish

so give the hungry crowd
what the famished folk want

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although – the acrostic

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a nswers arrived on postcards
apples fell on you
l etters never sent still came
line dancers went full circle
t he garden centre flourished
toadstools croaked
h illtop views subdued us all
harold burnt the hot cross buns
o pen sandwiches saved the day
offa renamed his p.c ditch
u kelelists struck a chord
unicyclists graduated
g olden pheasants shone
gnomes scratched noses
h ippos fled the mud bath
hellcats went to heaven

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god of odd

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let there be ball lightning
phantasmic plasma

with a psyche of its own
– perhaps a cosmic fart?

or toads inside stones
croaking not croaked it

a showering of frogs
a light drizzle of newts

a cryptid in each
lake or quite large puddle

a double decker bus found
within a martian crater

a poundland discovered
underneath a megalith

from neolithic though
& so you scramble eggheads

dodos re-emerging in
sleepless suburbia

the puzzling is this
blizzards in mid-july

& still no solid reason why
so keep ’em all guessing

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ooh err missives

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the occasional tables
were mostly chairs that day

the sun dried tomatoes
were eaten overnight

the winter wren sang
of a southern hemisphere

the peanut butter warned us
‘may contain nuts’

mister holmes was constipated
all the green bananas

breathed with their gills
& feathered quills flew

with the dusters in a circle
over puzzled heads

when the scarecrows frightened
themselves in the mirror

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beyond the vale

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on the other side
of the hill that
r o l l s

like a granary bap
or a wholemeal
b l o o m e r

is another valley’s green
a new dream
t i c k e t

the odd smallholding
gritstone
b r i c k e d

but mostly more fields
& the drystone
w a l l s

the scattered woodland copses
where pheasants strut their
s t u f f

as the ewes baa back
at the oak tree’s
b a r k

& starlit badgers wonder what
life is like for us
b u m p k i n s

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( of a formless morning )

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backwards barks again
a backdoor key

cartoon rudiments
cloven hoofed clover

a zoomorphic moon
with rain in between

an ache in my right leg
a lake in your left eye

the day became frogs
human cattle banging pots

remember the moos
& the chalkboards thank yous

& irk the normalz off
of a formless morning

on is reverse
we the scattered ash

& quercus quilled ink
still the unbecome

melted into fundaments
rearranged yesterday

grew a green tomorrow
ate baked magic

beans on toast for tea
with grated cheese on top

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