Poem

poetess ess

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speak to me in purple
prosaic prozac
of the twinkled kisses
from the sun – no less

all the lovely flowers
cotton something clouds
settle meadow bedlam
such a fluttered mess

butterflies & sweeties
nice shite – et cetera
godesses but no gods
unless they wear a dress

come vomit rainbows
paint another blandscape
in between hot flushes
poetess ess

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then in ten whens

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the whether turns again
upon a silver sixpence

the late bus is early
like a worm catching birds

the early bus is late
like a dead dead fellow

the trains run like honey
sticky but sweet

a pigeon never shats
on your lucky hat

a crackpot maverick
reinvents the shell suit

two fat ladies
blow it all on bingo

the moon is on mute
so we read the subtitles

the sun shines my shoes
in between sleeps

& writes you a poem
on a postage stamp’s back

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o c t o b e r i s h

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o h, this ghoul spool
once upon the turning
c obweb sandwiches
constipated poets
t oadstool legs
toffee apple tosspots
o peratic winds wail
open-source sorcery
b at soup cans
baked bean gasses
e very badger’s rabid
elfin woodland beckons
r oses wither so
re this eventide
i t’s fast falling
in between summers
s ing like a nightingale
sip stormy tea
h ope is a swan
hocus-pocus on

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seven sings

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~

” 99% of smokers still die “

( mark e. smith )

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thy orthopaedic shoes
see you in loopholes

spin another sixpence
if the morning’s lost her hymn

six bullfinches
plus a wooden wood pigeon

october’s maypole
aspic wobbles

gay between the gorse
on the heathland’s scatters

if november eggs us on
so the curate is a swan

or a rabid badger
dancing like a twat

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( author notes )

that’s a dummy / plastic horse
in that winch

they were hanging
from an outstretched fire engine
at a country show

so no actual horses were harmed
in the making of this poem

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sticky twigs

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shave both elbows

buy more sea salt

text sir bedivere

email kek

re-invent the coal shed

cat not fed

out-weird the curate

a week next saturday

dye arse beard

wet paint

dog loose in garden

dinner’s in the oven

put bins out

milked both goats

gone fishing forever

( as seen on post-it notes )

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shout out to the deaf

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hashtag stags
& haberdasheries

big up the microbes
that grow up your nose

desmond in a tutu
from swan lake university

ray d. ographer
the pygmy shrew massive

nice one the moon
& mister kipling’s tart

@ the heart of england
looking for a beach

shout out to the deaf
they might just hear you whisper

the tartan paint is peeling
on your chocolate teapot

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atilla the honey monster

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atilla, atilla

the dreaded honey monster

with his honey monster hordes

swept through these lands

from sweet wheaten steppes

in the distant east

bringing e-numbers & death

& hyperactive yoofs

so old king quaker fled

& took his oats with him

in the age of sugar puffs

until the forces of

the rice krispies triumvirate

of snap, crackle & pop

of the kellogs dynasty

fed in from the west

so on this very spot

a bloody great battle

was fought with spoons – not swords

in this very bowl

until the cow mooed

then the milkman drowned them all

back in breakfast times

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