~
it’s a raptor ( rotap a s’ti )
…
then hen harriers
golden eagle encores
honey buzzards bugger off
sparrowhawk curtain calls
red kites home & dry
…
~
it’s a raptor ( rotap a s’ti )
…
then hen harriers
golden eagle encores
honey buzzards bugger off
sparrowhawk curtain calls
red kites home & dry
…
~
owl be the judge of that ( taht fo egduj eht eb lwo )
…
hooting in a fruitful forest
as the even’ blither runs
giz a twinkle – who’s the oddest?
– she is pickled onion suns
tooting, swooping, scratching, catching
roaring forward’s pantomime
i’m a student & a hatchling
she’s the raisin in the rhyme
novels plotting, foxes trotting
badgers dancing, boxes croak
she is sparkles, marbles tossing
wiser than the cunning folk
like the gleam in golden syrup
– giz a feather off y’wing
older than a choral chirrup
younger than the lambs of spring
gift a paddle & a hammer
rock of aegis, other sulis
lady of me hazy manor
giz a spanner on a rummage
shat a pellet, bring the mettle
in the attic of a morning
source of all – the rest’s a vessel
as another daze is dawning
…
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tomorrow never nosedive ( evideson reven worromot )
…
no rogue meteor
or oak tree fall
on the trundle-trudge
of a morning walk
no thanks, cyanide
i prefer almond milk
in my tea or chai
stirred anticlockwise
busses will obey
the meantime’s table
perhaps i’ll catch a nap
but not the dreaded clap
no toad blizzards
or frog downpours
will croak on drown from heaven
& pop my cotton clogs
poets on a rampage
quills as sharp as hen’s teeth
can run into each other
& leave us scroats alone
let the buzzards buzz
& so the stoats will float
lark the dark away
death should go on holiday
…
~
head lice news ( swen ecil daeh )
…
nit wins lottery
…
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rock ‘n’ roll poem ( meop llor ‘n’ kcor )
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rock ‘n’ roll a rockin’
& i’m rollin’ alright
with my rock ‘n’ roll sugar
on a saturday night
driving rollin’ wheels
& i’m feeling rockin’ great
with my rock ‘n’ roll honey
coz it’s nineteen fifty eight
roll a rock a rollin’
underneath a rockin’ star
with a rock ‘n’ roll quiff
& a rock ‘n’ roll guitar
rock a rock a rollin’
like a rollin’ rockin’ horse
or a cabbage in the attic
on a rockin’ chair – of course
rock ‘n’ roll a rollin’
in a twenty twenty one
rockin’ & a rollin’
but my memory has gone
in a rockin’ nursing home
with my long bald hair
& my long dead baby
but we just don’t care
( yeah )
…
~
without forgetting ( gnittegrof tuohtiw )
…
pandora’s lunchbox
sinking sand witches
weather map scrapbook
hairy backdoor key’s
hares from mountains
fountains & pens
phantom handkerchiefs
world wardrobe three
peas for the planet
silver bulletins
paper plane tickets
pickled pepper seeds
waterproof sea salt
shroedinger’s catkins
black dog biscuit tin
hammocks & napkins
magic flute glasses
mister kipling’s capes
cloaking devices
songs in a cycle
lucky hen toothbrush
greensward swordmanship
hence excalibur
& no corona passport
( wankers )
…
~
tulips ( spliut )
…
whisper double dutch
with a mirror other you
not one lip – but two
…
~
instead ( daestsni )
…
sun shined bright
in the riddle of the night
humpty dumpty fell
on a bed of pheasant feathers
effigies unfroze
& danced with garden gnomes
shooting stars sped
to the universe’s edge
cattle ate butchers
peasants ate cake
pandas had an orgy
pies ate georgy porgy
rivers ran backwards
flowing from the sea
roses sniffed noses
& the bus missed me
…
~
p i f f l e ( e l f f i p )
…
p eppermint penguins
plasticine pirates
i guana isobars
incandescent innards
f laxseed folio
fledermaus fountains
f lapjack farriers
foghorn fortnights
l audanum laureates
lo-fi lozenges
e lephantine excrement
et cetera, et cetera
…
~
spin absentia ( aitnesba nips )
…
i ink of you & whisper
a phantom in the head
of mucus, snot ‘n’ sputum
& winter daze in bed
a doze upon the sofa
beneath a tartan rug
a candle in the darkness
the snugness of a bug
the bright beyond the funnel
a flutter in the night
a star afore the dawning
a viral sprite of light
the papers say you’ve vanished
but i believe in you
the cousin of corona
my cold old friend – the flu
perhaps you found shamballah?
or bought a house on mars?
a neighbour of lord lucan?
i wonder where you are
a roaming in the gloaming
upon the hills & flat
a sylph in evening’s aether
or else the tests are shat
( ? )
…