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beethoven’s van ( some poem )
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a man with a van is a man of the van ludwig van man beethoven man van of the man orchestrate hands conducting van man of the van ( ludwig van man ) ...
Poem
not joe king
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not joe king by not joe king
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i'm not joe king who is joe king? perhaps it's jo? don't know a thing are they real-real? a bird or bloke? pray - are they wise? - do they know any jokes - ( ? ) ...
good for bobbins
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good for bobbins ( some tree appreciationals )
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good for bobbins starts the ogham among treed folk plenty of 'em they're the organ woods are churches drink their rich sap silver birches ...
all the t in china
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all the t in china ( a wordy wonder )
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well i can see a c, a h an i, an n & a yet there is no t in china perhaps it ran away ( ? ) maybe it's a silent t so silent said t hides behind the other letters so safe from our flummoxed eyes ( ? ) ...
shapetastic
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shapetastic ( a contemporary easter card list )
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makes shapes create your own shapescape
isosceles
great shapes of ape
inscribe on stone like petroglyphs
or wave a sound
a round of drinks
speak hexagon plus spherical
dimensional
numerical
rectangular - squared pegs in holes
( please don't spiral )
( out of control )
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sniffing gusts
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sniffing gusts ( a modern something or other )
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in my mind the northern lights glow down comes the wind with arctic gusts its subtle hints of eskimo & faint whiffs of polar bear musk so when the wind from the south blows can they too sense the distance near? i have quite a sensitive nose ( my nose has froze since standing here ) ...
wednesday morning poetry
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wednesday morning poetry
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dogs are walking tongues are talking gamma's waving slates are falling deer are fawning prophets warning loved-up judges in wigs courting mice are roaring jugs-a-pouring get a move on cars-a-stalling thoughts are forming birds are soaring just another wednesday morning ...
bombing down the pavement
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bombing down the pavement ( a true story )
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bombing down the pavement
with flagrant regard
scaring all the pensioners
& shocking their frail hearts
on his raleigh prophet
with its holy spokes
he never wears a helmet
in his dust trails folk choke
babbling to his father
when there's no one there
keep an eye on traffic please ( ! )
yeah - he should take more care
sparking stabilisers
glowing red then white
he's nothing but a menace
is that
christ on a bike
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gibbons
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gibbons ( a poem about gibbons )
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stanley gibbons swang branch to branch lived in the jungle collected stamps edward gibbon climbed the trees tall scratched his ape nuts so wrote of rome's fall ...
strangely erotic
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strangely erotic ( 8 lines of corrrrrr …. )
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rather strangely so like the a52 or tuesdays or rhubarb erotic are you like nuns on warm spring days or custard's thick skin we live & we yearn so don't question these things ...
resarf poetry 