where to find monsters

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where to find monsters by 24 lines of stuff



in the big forest

with the big trees

in the tea towel drawer

on the high seas


in the vast desert

in storms of sand

in the mortuary

lend us a hand


on the tall mountain

at one with snow

on those stormy nights

when the wind blows


on other planets

under the ground

in ye old folk tales

in unknown sounds


on misty mondays

amongst the fog

or the bark-barking

of spooked watchdogs


under the futon

in the dark shed

on moody moorland

in our scared heads

...











gazing out from smudgy windows

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gazing out from smudgy windows by 16 lines of that there poetry sheet



gazing out

from smudgy windows

it's a bit like

playing bingo

with your cousin

underwater

watching people

sourcing info



dampened vision

smeary wind blows

everyone's a

widowed willow

can they see me?

am i blurry?

gazing out

from smudgy windows

...











loving the geranium

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loving the geranium by 9 lines of something or other inspired by a flower


good evening wembley stadium

ye aliens & albanians

some nuts are macadamia ( n )

some societies - fabian

the countryside's arcadian

my cranium glows - uranium

some old walls are named hadrian

( i'm )

loving the geranium

...

















orangey apologies

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orangey apologies by f7863.rynz9 ( 30 second scan )



i find myself quite stuck

when penning poems

re the orange



the closest rhyme

that i can find

to orange

is porridge



& then of course there's forage

& borage

& cottage



which are all a bag o' wank

so i curse thee orange







p.s

sorry

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also i write love poems

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also i write love poems by dame barbara fartland



also i write love poems

but they're sentimental

so you'll never read them

& they're slightly mental



other poets bother but

then they always bore me

write some silly bollocks

tell a silly story



i think when i read them all

without really caring

i now know you're dead dull

so thanks loads for sharing



also i write love poems

oh sweet heavens above

but i'll spare you that much

that my dear is true love

...












 

this quiet life

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this quiet life by trad anon (under a minute read or your time back for free !)


( it's too early )

for bat swarms

or bat flaps

or catnaps

or nosebleeds

or whisky

or fallouts

or mishaps



or cross stitch

or llamas

or scared crows

or farmers

with shotguns

they'll harm us

like clocks

they alarm us



or plum jam

or ghost tales

or nightjars

or toenails

or shits

in a bottle

or norway

or folk tales



or wetwipes

or dry ice

or tamed seas

or wild rice

yes right now will

suffice

this here

this quiet life



( ssshhhh )

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sign language

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sign language by no sneezing on platform 4




broken english

english broken

read these words

they speak

unspoken

sometimes symbols

often omens

portents

this closed

shop is open




wet paint road works

slow cones hotline

subcon

scious sponge

brains?

they've got mine

no poets

caution please

land mines

sign language

the language

of signs

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