Poem

odd bless this grim

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odd bless this grim ( a trueish story )

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the dales are veils - the hills are still

the sun has paled beneath this grey

that here wassails & wails its will

from vaults above upon this fray


the rain is hail - the sleet is sheet

the clouds are shrouds of drunken dim

the gale exhales & quakes the wheat

no bird is heard within this brim


the quail has bailed - my quill has chilled

its ink has failed as curates pray

for gold & ale & sleep & pills

as trees sweat on & mad dogs stray


the nails are snails - the streams are streets

the cats are hounds - the wind has limbs

these days i crave - their taste is sweet

my frown they drown - god bless this grim

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magnetic gossip

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magnetic gossip ( the story of my life but made up & a poem instead )

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the honeydew egg guilds the fright

as pigeon children clubfoot night

the clever elbow welds the sleight

& hapless harp strings harness turd


the headhunted hen hoops the blight

as bastard blankets blowtorch rite

the quantum beanpole quests the quite

& freckled is the speckled word


the hiatus goose combs the sprite

as blockhead blackbirds fudge the spite

the startled starfish veils the mite

& teaspoons stir the hurdled blur


the hologram gnome roams the light

as pothole pea pods blast the flight

the gurgles bite the trifled trite

& lemons curd - or so i've heard

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august that first

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august the first ( self-explanatory stuff )

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the air was stone & damson jam

no breeze did crow as also ran

the fields were burst & baling twine

as bees had thirst for summer's wine


the scene was sewn when church bells rang

the die were thrown as baskets hang

the pine trees stirred as ivy climbed

& polecats purred as snail trails slimed


the streams still flowed as blackbirds sang

& knees still groaned when nettles stang

the cogs still burred a certain rhyme

as magpies slurred - it's curtains time

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gasp-mask

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gasp-mask ( a poem for a muddled monday )

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with twinkled toes as carrots glow

of breadcrumb trails & speckled hens

we bullwhip fro

& echo so

as hamsters hymn from fen to glen


with missing holes as muesli bowls

on gangrene greens & magpies sigh

we vault the foal

& scroll the stroll

as lizards squint in liquid skies


with scarpered flows as hedgerows woe

for biscuits broke & rebel wrens

we nose our blow

& crow our show

as swordfish fight the plastic pen


with jigsawed souls as bakers roll

in puddled pools & pylons pry

we salt the vole

& kiss the mole

as bubble burp - it's late july

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