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come daintily ( an older poem of mine from the 17th century )
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come daintily then japery i'll simile like supping bees oh words - you rogues what lies in store? surprise me please with scrapes galore as blossomed trees sing notes in key orchestras play soliloquies plus metaphors as wild boars soar oh poetry you fucking whore ...
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old man tabbin’ ( a few lines moderately inspired by a shit scribble )
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old man tabbin' tabbin' on a smoke he tabbed through a war, you know? loads of moons ago all was tougher in his midst of when he tells me in between drags ( he was young back then ) ...
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ransom demand ( 5 lines for yuh )
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the dogs they are a-holding the butchers as hostages they want a helicopter & ten thousand sausages ...
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robots don’t float ( some real history, not that shit they you teach in schools )
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oh otto von bismarck
was a robot as thatcher
programmed by that
hidden hand
ferrous much like stalin
one day he fell off his boat
then sank beneath
the ocean
- robots don't float -
...
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lost pronouns & scant adverbs ( one for the true-purists ( but on-the-sly ) )
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cogs are stirring burrs of whirrs brigit - innit early birds lost pronouns & scant adverbs hocus-pocus crocus words good hare days loom hedgerow tunes as saturn sings to the moon winter's magic flees on brooms rabbits shag like rabbits do watercress sprites nimble lambs children of the mighty ram marzipan pan also-ran cleaning - gleaming spick then span fucking nice 1 daffodils a golden host greener hills spring has bounced back ways & wills ( your advert here ) thrills 'n' spills ...
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i’d curse you but … ( a poemz & p.s – it’s always march here )
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i'd curse you but
i've written this
'curse might not work
it might be jinxed
a bounce-back job
or magic dud
i've got the nails
& dragon's blood
the playdough thou
& dot-dot-dot
fucking sick scum
i hope you rot
in deepest hell
that would be sweet
the trick here is
to be discrete
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politics in six ( a brief & so essay all of us )
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in six words what's politics ( ? ) lizard tricks, bollocks & shit ...
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( the plan ) ( some of a poemz a of )
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i'm ignoring myself in the hope that i'll notice then wonder how i are now aye - wonder as we do what i'm up to these days? do i still write this gubbins? so fingers crossed that i'm not ignoring myself too ...
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it’s not the end of the moth ( some truths )
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it's the end of the month
not the end of the moth
so don't cry - my butterfly
just the month's fucked off
next month we'll still have night,
wardrobes of clothes in lofts
plus the allure of the flame
so we'll still have moths
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i dream in soup ( some poem or such like )
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potage dotage a soupy head as brothy veins pump bits of bread asparagus bring me my spear the vegetables are mighty here as fungi loom the many spores great battles fought in - between snores i dream in soup leeked potatoes then yet more flies whilst comatosed ...
resarf poetry 