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underlings in sunshine
golden like saturn’s age
a sheen on your bonnet
a bumblebee awakes within
stirred anticlockwise
by an easterly breeze
a deep green in between
so the crocuses croak
the daffodils wander on
the aquilegias soar
where the air’s a mad hare
beyond midwinter’s witterings
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gossamer gobshite
by mike ognition lost the
haiku of the year
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un pantalon
velours côtelé
as they’re known in france
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february – then february
fifty p in change, please
late winter sunshine
a glimmer on your shoe
– a crocus or two
february – yes, february
four candles for candlemas
not fork ‘andles
that’s the two ronnies
xanadu ron-ron
february – oh, february
a valentines note
from the munter of my dreams
stroke terrible nightmares
but bugger all from you
february – so february
feathery yet woollen
sweaters sweat atop
of stringy thermal vests – yes
a heather hair shirt
february – cripes, february
a plump jenny wren
is pecking on my fat balls
– all the birds love ’em
( stop making up your own jokes )
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penned upon a wednesday
in your milkman’s mausoleum
written with squiddy ink
but no roadkill blood
possibly alt-clerihue
or confused haiku
garbled like a rewilded
gardener’s tongue
padded in places
mainly a-4 lined
nothing of note, nope
only notation
just the shapes of apes
yet may may contain
nuts & yet september
is the best month for it
before the hedgerows do
one like this poem
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elvis lives on the
moon with the loch ness monster
in a maisonette
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back before your ghost is born
bleating like a pygmy goat
breathe another biscuit tin
kiss a swan – & dawdle on
bite another bulletin
let the morning coffee sneeze
bring a pen of burning gold
older than the bastard hills
blear another clearing here
sliding like a trombone nose
billow, if the pillow speaks
cast a net of castanets
unarrange the normalcy
every daze – the beans & we
bless id us & sun above
when forever’s floating forth
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a phantom foreword
written by a ghost ( gasp )
a glossary in codex
plus explanatory notes
re last evening
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troofer online
preaching in full caps
THE EARTH IS A PANCAKE
INSIDE A GIANT PAN
have a word with woodland
but instead you type
EVERY WEATHER GIRL
IS A MAY SONIC SHILL
are you joking when
you write with aplomb?
TARTARIA
WAS MILTON KEYNES
BEFORE THE MUD FLOODS
HAVING A DUMP
IS A SAY TANNIC RITUAL
BELGIAN SPACE LASERS
SCULPTED THE SPHINX
IN NINETEEN NINETY SEVEN
( ? )
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stranger than before
strontium & cobwebs
begin without a further
ado or agadoo
unstraighten your sigh
anorak – not jacket
sitting room only
the oddballs will keep rolling
i hope you’re waterproof
& brought more silver bullets
cloudy lemonade
the egg whisk of destiny
& seven pounds in change
as infrequent frequencies
these freak occurrences
will become a thingy
sing, if it helps
scatter cushions fell then
weirder than the ears
of the balladeer’s missus
mistily, her hips
her luminescent lips
tomorrow never nosedive
swans kick it off
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resarf poetry 