Poem

dearest jenny lind,

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dearest jenny lind,  (  s o m e  b o l l o c k s  )

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dearest jenny lind,

i'm in your fan-fanfanclub

though folk say you sang


like a nightingale but

i prefer them nightjars

barn owls & your fans


dearest jenny lind,

often things get sticky

all is saunad through


too hot then for abba

minecraft or ikea

then come wafts

 of you

( x )

...

scrawling’s calling

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scrawling’s calling  ( a  rhetorical question in disguise ( as a banana skin ) )

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wake the dog up, ring a friend

tell a stranger - inform them

tell the ladies then the men

tell the buzzards, tell the wren


tell the farmer in his den

tell his sheep, his cows & hens

tell your barbie - tell your ken

tell the dinar, lek & yen


tell little john, tell big ben

find a mirror - tell yuh sen

shout at khaos, psst at zen

tell green bottles - yeah, all ten


tell the big-eared folk of fens

tell that real world & pretend

scrawling's calling in the glen

bring a notepad

& a pen

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you have my harp

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you have my harp  (  a  ?  )

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as day turns dark, birds merge with bats

as twilight flaps its blackish wings

you have my harp - i want it back

don't fiddle with

my well-strung strings


as great moons loom in vague blue skies

loose change is but my total wealth

i am not rich, no spoils have i

you have my harp

go pluck yourself

...

the voice of the county

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the voice of the county  (  s o m e  o ‘  t h a t  –  y ‘  t w a t  )

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bakewell tarts & cable cars

corrugated stable barns

field shelters - hills with farms

sheep & ghosts

fleecy yarns


soothing bowels & wershrew howls

dark satanic old mill towns

thermos flasks - tawny owls

bubble bath

snazzy towels


much ado at bussy queues

polished shoes & muddy boots

some dog shit - john is blue

hoppy ales

blurry hues


drystone walls & sore eyed highs

salt earth, landlocked mackrel skies

o.s maps - wheres & whys

je suis x

so say i

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with half an onion in my pocket

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with half an onion in my pocket  (  a  p o e t r y  o f  a  p o e m  )

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breezing down the lanes

with half an onion in my pocket

wafting as i go

my shiny stainless steel spokes


gleaming here today

as eyeballs hang on in their sockets

weasels wave hello

& so too do the stoats


bees buzz through my brain

with thoughts of yellow jerseyed comets

dandruff versus snow

those off-beat bicycle notes


trees leave unexplained

as brakes say nay - that pace won't stop it

upward's crawl was slow

but everything since floats

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talkin’ rhubarb

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talkin’ rhubarb  (  p r e d o m i n a n t l y  p i f f l e  2 0 1 7  )

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talkin' rhubabrb, stems & stumbles

apples rotten? mustn't crumble

pips & slippage, turns & tumbles

extras, custard, mumbles - jumbles


bloody mondays - ganders flustered

scissored ribbons, colonel mustard

in the vestry with the buzzard

anne of cleves plus mother hubbard


roman nosedives sniffing petals

stinging nettles sing of kettles

dust is swirling - no snow settles

stick to script & wing a medal


trust no pastry or pacemakers

dodge the jam man, buy a paper

start a puzzle, finish later

add some years then meet thy maker

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