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as wheat turns gold ( a l i t t l e p o e t r y )
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keep wary here remain discrete these fields have ears & come that breeze strange waves appear an inland sea as wheat turns gold from shades of green ...
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as wheat turns gold ( a l i t t l e p o e t r y )
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keep wary here remain discrete these fields have ears & come that breeze strange waves appear an inland sea as wheat turns gold from shades of green ...
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the first ( a s h i t e p o e m )
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somewhere an ill wind blows their nose my secret elbow hums a tune whilst sheep they sleep & cows bulldoze whilst badgers bask & harps harpoon the fields feel fine, the river's low the sky above's in pantaloons as sure as how's garden does grow whilst foxes trot & swallows swoon a door is born - the keys transpose again - once more as sure as prunes plus bats means shat as we all know meanwhile an elm tree gently croons ( ' it's june ' ) ...
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the fly indoors ( a t r u e s t o r y )
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the fly indoors remains indoors from room to room, from floor to floor it bumbles on throughout this house outside the world waits - unexplored the window's smashed so you could go to paris, hull or tokyo i tell said fly - i need not lie follow that breeze which sweetly blows instead there's buzz & buzz again as all is buzz-buzz in my brain plus buzz & buzz & buzz & buzz plus buzz, plus buzz - it's been decades or so things seem, once more i groan then cry - oh fly, please leave this home or i'll make soup then thou may drown oh fuck off fly - leave me alone ...
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( my other poems ) ( a n e x c u s e n o t a n a p o l o g y )
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( my other poems )
are scatter-brained birds
( my other poems )
have returned to the earth
( my other poems )
are flowers on the dead
( my other poems )
shat shit on your head
( watch y'self )
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it’s samey, it’s boring ( a r h y m e )
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it's samey, it's boring with nought worth exploring so go to bed & bump your head & fuck it all off 'til the morning ... ( author notes ) just a few lines inspired by the old rhyme 'it's raining, it's pouring'
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fifteen things to do today ( today ! ) ( by franz joseph list )
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one - save the hedge two - save the hog three - save the hedgehog four - walk that dog five - blow your nose six - who needs them? seven - ( extempore ) eight - straighten bends nine - do not kill ten - mind the gaps eleven - eat well twelve - take a nap thirteen - then wake fourteen - scratch head fifteen - rise & shite then back to bed ...
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stern gales in storm drains ( a ? ( ? ) )
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there's stern gales in storm drains & judges in wigs there's branches called russell so then something twigs fire engines when it rains with shite siren song cat burglars stuck up trees so let's wander on - look, judas on burnt toast he's winking - the scamp plus bees in yon bonnet as barns start to dance there's presence in present & past in its tense there's jigsaws & piss-takes yes far too much sense ...
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dog roses ( a n o t h e r r o s e p o e m a p p a r e n t l y . . . ? )
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dog roses won't fetch your slippers bark up wrong trees, catch a ball dig a hole or be taught new tricks young or old no, not at all dog roses don't eat your homework piss-up lamp posts, shat on streets dog roses - a hedgerow's best friend come the rain they smell so sweet ...
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a is for ample ( a p o e m )
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a is for ample
there's anthills
& anvils
armpits, ale, adders
attackers
acanthus
ambience - achoo
asked askew
& ado
arduous amour
aah, adore
aargh - abhor
a is for anus
articulate
aimless
alchemy actually
absently
affably
amber, alkaline
amalgams
& alpine
anything addles
so why stop
at apple
( ? )
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foiled again ( a p o e t r y )
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your town's gone brown your full has stopped your team's gone down your clogs have clogged your pop has burst your mud is caked your weasel's cursed your spud has baked your spoons have flown your end has mooned your wind has blown your doom has bloomed so wear that hat prance in the rain oh bastard drat all's foiled again ...