Poems

comfortably numbnuts

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hallowed be thy
navy t-shirt

lemon drizzle
when it’s wednesday

if the vicar’s
milking thistles

soon the curlews
pull the curtains

seven digits
in each sequence

intermittent
morris dancers

iron-plated
paper planes soar

or the doctor
never melted

singing if it’s
raining gravy

fifty thousand
clarinetists

pickled onions
in your sock drawer

– no, the florist
shop is closed now

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buttercups

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sun petal vessels

& the yellow of your chin

spreading on meadows

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( author notes )

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this poem is dedicated

to all the poor, poor victims

of the latest terrible thing

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the man on the news

said it was absolutely terrible

& who are we to disagree?

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social media is abuzz

with heartfelt hashtags

from kind & genuine souls

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who can’t help but show everyone

how much they deeply care

about all those affected

~

so spare a thought & pray

for the ones that terrible, terrible thing

left in a terrible mess

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a brief history of codswallop

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codswallop was invented
in eighty three a.d
by an old roman fishwife
called codswallopia

codswallop’s the musings
of a confused confucius
or the simian key
in a monkey puzzle tree

possibly that saturday
in a month of mondays
big bang cultists
– the reductionist brigade ( gasp )

codswallop is banned
in belgium & azerbaijan
throughout the isle of sark
& parts of botswana

codswallop’s the reason
why i shout at clouds
hedgehogs fly with pigs
& some folk wear face-nappies

codswallop’s – a love sonnet
or a branch of d.f.s
with no sale on
because of all those mud-floods

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where do those scarecrows go?

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where do those scarecrows go
when the harvest-fest is over?

up to their home planet
in a magic flying combine?

maybe they’re the ghosts
of former farmer folk

& so they teleport – with thought
back to bumpkin afterlife?

possibly, these scarecrows
with straw instead of flesh

& second hand hats
with gaps on the brim

tour & see the world
– her pyramids & penguins

until spring sings
then duty calls – oh

where do scarecrows go
– alas, we’ll never know

( ? )

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