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listesque ( a poetry )
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bastard handshakes
every morn like bran flakes
medjool me mandates
tooth thy pick
nomad notepads
often glad is so sad
blue john & topaz
mined that shit
hoppy scented
some hopes have fermented
ale wails demented
down it quick
kitchens sinking
now all caps are thinking
keen eyes are squinting
tick - tick - tick
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come spring – christmas ( s o m e o f a p o e t r y )
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come spring - christmas
floats in the distance
scaring the staring folk
witless & shitless
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annoying ( a quick definition )
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( like ) a total twat with squeaky shoes that jumps the queue or barges through scratching chalk boards with ballyhoo & wank ado or rhyme or you ...
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plethora flakes ( a few words, maybe of poetrys … ? )
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you should read the bible backwards aye, reverse chapter & verse ( plus ) you should meet my long lost cousins but we'll have to find 'em first ...
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sunday sheet ( some poetry )
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upstairs the shower weeps in blubby bursts of indoor rain downstairs the radio is talking to itself again ...
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modern folk ( a pondering )
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spring is old
yet spring is new
puzzling
but this is true
wander then
admire a view
praise the strange
then grab a pew
as we do
as sayings go
observe birds
the songs they know
by anon
from loads ago
we are trad
we're modern folk
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trouble utt mill ( v e r s e )
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sweet pantomime your blurred heads rear there's floss & dross plus games - yes dear ~ vast candlemas trouble utt mill i played myself then lost ten-nil ( fuckin' 'ell ) ...
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honesty is probably ( s o m e p s e u d o – p o e t r y )
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honesty is probably possibly a prophecy bonhomie & broccoli oddities & odysseys frostily on forestry gossipy on prodigies wantonly plus wobbly solidly oh solemnly wallabies in hostelries monstrously a novelty potbellied astrology commonly anomalies bottoms up thee botany crotchety equality cobwebby these wannabes - seeking the truth - ...
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poetry from those roams along old roman roads ( some v e r s e )
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poetry from those roams along old roman roads yes the seasons they change life it bears heavy loads like a lorry or van or a big fuck-off truck have a wander on them if you're down-bogged or stuck so to speak in the mind many wonders to find as they campaigned they built back in y'old brythonned times ropy verse will emerge trust me - i've channelled loads as one plods through the odd along old roman roads ...
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bring back echoes ( s q u i n t & i t ‘ s p o e t r y )
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poetry won't mow your lawn
or kill a foe or fix your fence
poetry won't do duvets
straight-properly
or pitch up tents
poetry won't open tins
or make you tea or walk the dog
poetry won't save the whale
the unicorn
or poor hedgehog
poetry won't make it rain
lest bring the sun - yes clear this mist
poetry won't make you sane
that's madness-talk
sane don't exist
poetry won't push your swing
where you sit down in yon playground
poetry won't wipe your arse
it's more
the other way around
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resarf poetry 