Poetry

anyone for cricket?

~

anyone for cricket by 16 mid-on-inside-off-edge-leg lines

…




anyone for cricket?

whites & sticky wickets

the leg-a-rubbing insects

singing in the thicket


please bowl us a googly

as you won't confuse me

if the umpire signals out

i'll flash 'em a moony


agricultural ducks

lewis method dumb fucks

fruit salad & furniture

on the boundary - bad luck


topspin twenty20

breathless hushes testy

tea in the pavilion

sandwiches aplenty

...














( author notes )

this poem contains a few cricketing terms

& a little nod to henry newbolt

certainly

~

certainly ( a poem, dot dot dot )

 … 



i know my hand

like riding a bike

on the back of my hand

as sure as pike

might bite my hand

shit - which little finger?

on an as clear as day

if i stick it in the river


( so there )

...

 

when i own the moon

~

when i own the moon by 9 lines of mooooooooon

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yes when i own the moon

oh hopefully quite soon

i'll make it show its dark side

on a sunny afternoon


i'll find out what it is

i'll teach it some new tricks

i'll turn them tables around around

so that moon's my lunatic


( bitch )

...

what peoples does

~

what peoples does by xvi line read

…




astronomers & oceanographers

mute town criers

welders

typographers


equine dentist's young apprentice

bearded ladies

maybes

adventists


witch doctors & / or witch nurses

lovers ~ others

kinsfolk

curses


pontius conscious pilots fly us

this is is us

what

peoples does

...

 

in a field upon a hill

~

in a field upon a hill by 4 couplet read

…

in a field upon a hill

feeling old november's chill


tickling my cloud white bones

glimpsing mist in valleys low


that once were here - we've since climbed

aye, spot on ( concurs the mind )


darkness falls - i squint for views

( i've a warm home to go to )


( ? )

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