Poetry

my nine lives

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my nine lives ( sevil enin ym )

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beneath the speeding wheels
of a mobility scooter
( drag racing with a milk float )

napping in pudding lane
as the flames crept in

an eagle dropped aeschylus
on my moggy head

dozing on atlantis
as the waters rose

bitten by vampire bats
eaten by giant rats

catching the cream
that was best before
last august

stuck up a larch tree
for half a century

with my heart broken
by a two-timing persian

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@ poem

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@ poem ( meop @ )

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@ north pole

@ bolthole

@ twatter handle

@ random sample

@ website

@ red light

@ username

@ el alamein

@ pluto

@ the keiper belt

@ rangoon

@ the bloody moon

@ asgard

@ noah’s ark

@ m.i.a

@ ran away

@ seven seas

@ n.p.c’s

@ b&m

@ b&q

@ wit’s end

@ xanadu

@ up in the air

– but where the fuck are you

( ? )

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budding song

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budding song ( gnos gniddub )

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daffodils emerge
underneath a silver birch
as the catkins nap

shoots of mutant green
soon is nearer than the moon
winter caught the clap

off a poet’s pen
when the weir is roaring forth
then the river knows

so galanthus snows
crocus croak a speckled ode
‘neath the gleaming crows

oh, the giddy ants
dance within me thermal pants
as the lamb tail’s sway

on the dozing trees
death is but a stepping stone
far-luh-lar-luh-lay

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frosty stuff

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frosty stuff ( ffuts ytsorf )

…

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frost souls wandering

frost within this labyrinth

with their finger’s frost

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frost by the wayside

frost with the dust on the breeze

frost like a caber

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all is frost over

frost in the sands of time

frost like me marbles

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frost but found again

frost with flocks of sheep

keys or a frost cat

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frost where it’s frozen

& jumping like a jack frost

frost upon high seas

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frost up in the air

& frost a pretty penny

not giving a frost

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frost & far from home

frosting an arm & a leg

then frosting a bomb

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making up frost ground

& frosting the great divide

frost in translation

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f l o a t i n g

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f l o a t i n g ( g n i t a o l f )

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f eathers on a breeze

wafting with the season’s sneeze

flowing over i

l ighter than a ghost

higher than a toking pope

milkman in the sky

o nce upon a when

up above a cul-de-sac

heading for the moon

a s the chemists gas

then forever’s bubbles blow

in a bright balloon

t o magiona

or a green & sylphid land

from the bland of men

i t’s a plasma thing

meditate & levitate

bring a pad & pen

n otice so the ants

in the bowels of now’s below

in the shrinking town

g oing with the fro

glowing in a phantom boat

never floating down

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nice swan, cyril

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nice swan, cyril ( liryc ,naws ecin )

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swan plus swan is two

swan flew over the cuckoo’s nest

yes, swan of those, please

it’s swan of a kind

swan love, swan life

swan in million

the swan with a waggly tail

swan is not amused

swan foot in the grave

the swan that got away

no swan’s fool

& swan for the road

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