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you have my harp ( a ? )
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as day turns dark, birds merge with bats as twilight flaps its blackish wings you have my harp - i want it back don't fiddle with my well-strung strings as great moons loom in vague blue skies loose change is but my total wealth i am not rich, no spoils have i you have my harp go pluck yourself ...
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with half an onion in my pocket ( a p o e t r y o f a p o e m )
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breezing down the lanes with half an onion in my pocket wafting as i go my shiny stainless steel spokes gleaming here today as eyeballs hang on in their sockets weasels wave hello & so too do the stoats bees buzz through my brain with thoughts of yellow jerseyed comets dandruff versus snow those off-beat bicycle notes trees leave unexplained as brakes say nay - that pace won't stop it upward's crawl was slow but everything since floats ...
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talkin’ rhubarb ( p r e d o m i n a n t l y p i f f l e 2 0 1 7 )
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talkin' rhubabrb, stems & stumbles apples rotten? mustn't crumble pips & slippage, turns & tumbles extras, custard, mumbles - jumbles bloody mondays - ganders flustered scissored ribbons, colonel mustard in the vestry with the buzzard anne of cleves plus mother hubbard roman nosedives sniffing petals stinging nettles sing of kettles dust is swirling - no snow settles stick to script & wing a medal trust no pastry or pacemakers dodge the jam man, buy a paper start a puzzle, finish later add some years then meet thy maker ...
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welly wang ( a ? )
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eels in cable cars jesus christ the poltergeist badger mutations ...
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an abandoned poem ( a p o e m )
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an abandoned poem no poetry stirs just letter impressions where once there were words perhaps it was madness? perhaps they're all dead or fire breathing gypsies & that's why they fled? an abandoned poem no owls here or ghosts or overgrown ivy on pillars nor posts perhaps it was sadness or wolves prowled along then feasted all meaning oh, what here went wrong? an abandoned poem with i on my own the dust here is quiet i want to go home so hurry now hurry leave this place untold & when you reach safety then tell not a soul ...
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i hope they have solvents in heaven ( a p o e m )
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oh i hope they have solvents in heaven
real tipex & super-strength glue
the kind where one sniff
sweeps us off in its bliss
oh i hope they do - as do you
oh i hope they have catnip in heaven
& calpol & tixylix-plus
to soften them lulls
as things might get quite dull
oh dear lord, have you thought of us
( ? )
oh i hope they have dossin' in heaven
just fuck all & knockin' around
like daytime t.v
which i love ( secretly )
as well as them saints, shrouds & clouds
& there best be no churches in heaven
if heaven in name's worth its worth
we went through that shite
back when we were alive
to get here - keep that shit on earth
( please )
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oi … ( a 5 – 7 – 5 t h i n g )
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dearest 'special' man with irridecent ankles your toast is burning ...
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the sheet here ( a p o e t r y )
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forests indoors & storms in our heads fields in our straw barns & gardens in sheds cobwebs on tongues & spiders in scrawls bees not in bonnets but headscarves & shawls ants in our pants our huffs & our rasps stubbled these palms are so muddled our grasps clues say dunno it's any sod's guess this is the sheet here so add your own mess ...
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some call it plagiarism ( a p o e m )
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blink at blank pages on the off-chance when your eyes open then they're not blank poems can tah-dah - suddenly there writ in an instant oh but from where ( ? ) blink at blank pages until they aint white as a snowflaked first coat of paint maybe it's pixies, faeries or gnomes when all is written claim as your own ...
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fall into summer ( a p o e m )
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trip on a cowslip & fall into summer fumble a stumble, part-cartwheel then under follow proceedings like willow on leather float like a ghost or a deft thieving feather glide for a moment - pretend it's a lifetime as the bellflower clangs so the wild thyme chimes swift as that swallow or sting from a nettle cross every digit then settle on petals ...
resarf poetry 