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( poem a )
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quite often i am lost
here within my home village
which i've lived in on & off
yes - for most of my days
the street names don't change but
my mind it has been pillaged
plus the gossips & new builds
only add to this maze
yet well i know the fields
fit for grazing or tillage
old woodland, well-trod footpaths
aye - the lay of this land
so i climb up them hills
that rise above said village
it's puzzles & bullshit
which i'll never understand
( thank fuck )
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like a fish out of water ( some ? )
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like a fish out of water when all's said & spoken i'll walk up that hill so ( my bicycle's broken ) ...
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the golden age ( tale a true )
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when all was gold in the golden age
existence gleamed through its golden stage
all life it shined, all earth did the same
from pots & hearts
to plates worth their weight
in everything - standards disappeared
too soon back in those bland former-years
our wax was gold - the wax in our ears
our shit was gold
we wept golden tears
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the boat race ( a little truth )
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you'll never see me cheering on the boat race life's just too short - me thinks to pander to this dull, elitist scroat-ache i hope that oxbridge sink ...
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bridge on ( some bridge-verse )
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come the stream, its glowing gleams build a bridge & bridge that gap crossover its flow serene burn that bridge - no going back ...
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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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toothpaste stains ( a short truth )
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now it's hard to explain yeah - just like toothpaste stains disbelief surrounds me & my false sense of shame ...
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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 ...
