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star off then … ( a 4 line of poem read a of line poetry’s poems )
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i spy with my riddled eye the invisible i in the word team ...
Poetry
pick a fountain …
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pick a fountain ( a light 10 line read )
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the fountain of knowledge or the fountain of youth one makes you younger & the other more astute one give you acne & hormonal wanker moods but then t'other makes you so smug that you're friendless - which to choose ( ? ) ...
house head
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house head ( 1 min-ish reeeeeeeeeead )
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this is my house - this is my head
my house has springs
my head has bed
with kitchen sinked neuronic dips
no canvassers
drips constant drips
as moths descend ( as locusts swarm )
'ark - kettle calls
she keeps us warm
them bats aloft those belfryed bunch
fried word salad
yum healthy lunch
quaint potterings then curtains twitch
itchy temple
prayers mental itch
meanderings - the odd black hole
do living rooms
also have souls?
blocked clocks are leaking bits of time
in this cottaged
humbled home mind
the tumble driers in a spin
please wipe both feet
on your way in
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the ivy & the holly
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the ivy & the holly ( a poetrys )
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the ivy & the holly in case of rain bring brolly lest risk an act of folly honeydew melancholy all slugs & snails are slimy polished turds never shiny oft in damp woods you'll find me ( with ) the holly & the ivy ...
4 reasons why i never joined the black hand
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( 4 reasons why i never joined the black hand by doctor graham ears )
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1. i wasn't born when they formed 2. i wasn't born when they disbanded 3. all guns terrify me & 4. neither of my hands are black ...
giddy is
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giddy is ( 8 of line read )
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look there she goes pissed out her tree dizzy drunk on her trusty steed up yonder hills their fizzy vistas giddy is my mother's sister ...
there branches spread
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there branches spread ( a brief poetical pondering )
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there are some owls that prefer day & eat no meat chips are their prey there are some fish that cannot swim with flows they go the water's whims there are some trees with roots abound above - their trunk grows underground there branches spread beneath the earth a bit different ( for what it's worth ) ...
a pebble for your thoughts
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a pebble for your thoughts ( 8 lines )
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a pebble for your thoughts assuming you have any a nice ripe shiny pebble ( sigh ) i spent away my pennies to a persuasive sort which may sound sadly tragic but he gave me these pebbles apparently they're magic ...
ungrazed knees
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ungrazed knees ( a brief seasonal jaunt in that there rhyme )
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then winter fell with ungrazed knees some bells did knell unleafed the trees their branches bare - our numbing toes it's everywhere a white cock crows i think of she, he & then them sequentially goodwill to men excluding scum & wrong'uns too no insects hum no bluebells blue our lucky scarves & uncursed gloves look - a buzzard soars high above with ungrazed knees aye winter fell i hope it treats you kind & well ...
soup issues
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( soup issues, a brief poems )
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too many cooks they ruin soup the same applies to chefs with toques or is that broth? but broth's a soup dotage pottage that tinned stuff too you've plot the lost - i've lost the stock then chefs descend the broth is off as horses drink from led-to troughs & leopards once more change their spots ...
