Poetry

the horned odd

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the horned odd ( ddo dernoh eht )

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strawberry jam
setting like cement
settle down clouds
september whispers

whisk like an egg
silver stream ripples
purring with purple
heather in patches

eyes on the gold
old english oak leaves
rowley’s treehouse
see how they rhumba

over the clover
waltzing with walnuts
bungalows buzzing
bees in the kitchen

ring then saturn
bells in green chapels
knell like gwyn
chaffinches chase

tales of a comet
if the walrus falls
build back butter
beans, cups ‘n’ balls

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the couplets cometh

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the couplets cometh ( htemoc stelpuoc eht )

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out the river’s mouth
from a seaward south

bounds between the leaps
like a salmon creeps

or a bear awakes
where the air is snakes

from the thicket’s throb
& a chancer’s gob

springing as a lamb
as the damsons jam

on the sodden earth
kicking clods of turf

rocking like a chair
in the western air

horsing with a wheeze
on an eastern breeze

or a northern wail
scree beneath the veil

where the crow’s a dove
pairing like a glove

from another time
in the life of rhyme

so the poets pen
of a pickled then

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silent start

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silent start ( trats tnelis )

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dawn mimes a yawn

see with subtitles

      unplug headphones

      speakers unspeak

float as a stoat

in a magic dream coat

      walk with the paws

      of a feline ninja

note like a book

then with a pen

      phantom g in gnarl

      secret p in ptarmigan

double u in whore

all is before

      back from the past

      fruitful is a future

statues snooze

so gnostic gnomes

      twist knight knickers

      wrens wriggle then

clouds unshroud

owls count sheep

      in the mizzle’s creep

      when poltergeists sleep

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as the saying glows

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as the saying glows ( dwolg gniyas eht sa )

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middle of the mourning


riddle of the night


light the good flight


clutching at strawberries


as the saying glows


with buttercup fingers


may contain nutmeg


speak when spoken tulips


you shut your goblin


little so & soy


do you feel the lovage?


too many cuckoos


soil the broth

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sound & schism

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sound & schism ( msihcs & dnuos )

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dead is yester’s year
hecatombs of human meat
meet the fading here

with a mouthless grin
gormless calls & normalzzz falls
tumbles down & in

lo, the rabid bark
science & psychosis wed
lark beyond this dark

hark, the distant strings
underwater but above
note the folk of rings

as the goblins stir
serpents sleep neath compost heaps
with a lion’s purr

while the woodland weeps
like an onion farmer’s cock
still this even’ creeps

sing another’s day
multiversal mirror lands
dancing with the fae

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squall it all

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squall it all ( lla ti llauqs )

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& penguin biscuits

tigers in a sherman tank

penpals ‘n’ pencils

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penpals ‘n’ pencils

chequered like a microphone

testing sound with chess

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testing sound with chess

bouncing like sir barnes wallis

on a wallaby

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on a wallaby

watching queen nefertiti

smoking mackerel skies

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smoking mackerel skies

wickets in the thicket stick

so the even weaves

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so the even weaves

with these peppermint tea leaves

& penguin biscuits

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as the gob of autumn yawns

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as the gob of autumn yawns ( snway nmutua fo bog eht sa )

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night is creeping, spot the crook
blacker than a sooted rook
burning on as if a book

cancelled like a harmless joke
fire flaps with arms of smoke
fogging forth, the pasture’s cloak

bugger me – the morning spawns
stagger yon & polish horns
as the gob of autumn yawns

death’s anew in olden blues
bushes gurning, turning shrews
green is gleaming golden hues

scree’s the hordes of falling leaves
tapestries, this season weaves
all is balls & summer heaves

huffs another fuck it then
pisses off beyond the glen
floating when the poets pen
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