Poems

you have my harp

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you have my harp  (  a  ?  )

…


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

...

with half an onion in my pocket

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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

...

 

talkin’ rhubarb

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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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an abandoned poem

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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

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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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