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& blue doors ( a t r u e s t o r y )
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cobwebs & cobnuts
& green fields & eyesores
roses & noses
& seesaws & sea shores
moonlight & morning
& sunshine & gold straw
rat traps & bat flaps
& hopscotch
the black horse
echoes & yellow
& embers & wild boar
mudflaps & strange ways
& grey days & white floors
trickles & ripples
& whispers & wild roars
rainbows on all fours
in new shoes
& blue doors
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dawn socks ( a n o t h e r s t a b i n t h e d a f t )
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blackbirds stir the rooster windmills spurn the rumours rivers spin in dazzles tudors mock computers bandstands blast the future pupils swat the tutor bakers roll the barrel coopers toot their scooters drunkards flop in stupours curtains spot the snoopers jackals rasp a cackle jewellers loop the hoopla grocers pea the shooters tranquil seas the lunar goslings goose the gabble losers shaft the super gibbons gob the goober dragons snap the ruler humble stumps the camel boosters boot the troopers penguins dress the suitors gubbins floods the sewers tossers pop the prattle welcome to the future ...
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bobbing balls & rubber nuts ( a p o e t r y o f p o e t r y )
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bobbing balls & rubber nuts tossing squalls & sputtered dust soggy flops & nimble limbs mimicking the herons strut otter pops & adder puffs jotter toss & badger musk phantom hands & fingertips tickling the bristled brush clouded spouts & muffled hush shrouded doubts & bustled guts bingo wings & limbo lands sandwiching the upper crust scissor kicks & paper cuts in a bit & vapour flux songs of wars & bronzen dawns warbling the morning thrush sneezing peas & creeping gusts bleeding keys & weeping slush crossing tees & spotting dots watching clocks to stop the rush weather then & muddled ducks feather friends & ruffled tufts twiddle toes & on she goes poetry's a fucking slut ...
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this idyll piddle ( v a g u e l y p o e t i c a l j i s m )
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this idyll piddle is a pillock in the riddle
it's the rasps of the spat
& the ripples of the spittle
this mortal dawdle is a bauble & a snorkel
it's the black of the cracks
& the chortles of the warbles
this itchy ditty is the drizzle of the drippy
it's the flaps of the bats
& the shitty of the iffy
this leper letter is a measure of the weather
it's a map of the scraps
& a petal - then a feather
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rosy hips ( a p o e t r y o f p o e m )
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hairy hands & fingertips
fairylands & sinking ships
sputtered dust & monkey rust
fuddles in the crinkled quips
trouty pouts & rubber lips
fishy tricks & scissor kicks
scattered flaps & plaster cracks
patter on as trickled drips
silky daze & tangled twists
milky ways & willow wisps
buckled shoes & chuckled through
cuckoo in the morning mist
sticky feet & squiffy scripts
toffee plods & wonky trips
grazing scrapes & hazy shapes
shaking at the quaking fist
droopy walls & loosened grips
loopy lutes & building bricks
spotted socks & flops in frocks
fodder for the bullish whips
thirsty work & thirsting thrips
squiffy spit & bursting drips
wonky flows & on she goes
autumn calls with rosy hips
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mash ‘n’ salad ( s o me p o e t i c a l h m m m )
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sink a sum of subdivision as the porpoise pods the pea suck the thumb of supposition when the monkeys climbs the tree smash a clash of demolition as the ibex rides the scree split the wish of fishy fission when the headland meets the sea sniff a whiff of mint condition as the fowl owl counts to three spout the out of intuition when the dock leaf stings your knee shoo the shrew of superstition as the bonnet bugs the bee spot the dots of repetition when the finders seek their fee smite the shite of television as the brown fox leaps the flea sail the gales of intermission when the west wind swipes the key loop the hoop with sweet nutrition as the others rouse in me map the flaps of fuckin' missions mash 'n' salad for our tea ...
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ignorance & out the other one ( s o m e 5 7 5 )
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tossers shite the dawn spiders scrawl to coventry cobweb graffiti ...
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backendish ( a p o e m )
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the wind's a prat - it's nicked my hat
as icecaps kiss my chin
the hills have chilled as ink is spilled
& oh, the needles pin
the head's a hedge- the queen is toast
& so the signets sing
of blackened swans & avalon
as daylight fights this grim
the green dies here yet stalls the blear
as weasels wink & grin
i think of spring & lambs with wings
then long-lost evil twins
the swifts have fled - they've hit the south
& now the spiders spin
their silken traps - the end is back
so let that grim begin
( ! )
...
author notes
this one is definitely work-in-progress for me
the flow's a bit off in places & some lines aint right
but that'll do for now
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haute cuisine ( g u b b i n s o n p a p e r t h i n i c e )
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spring the pole & may the queen blue the cheese to keep it green spleen the lungs & bung the press thesp the mess & act the scene vole the mole & save the dream shoo the shrew to preen the bean clean the dean & wipe your mind find the key & rip the genes lamb the land & sea the breem kill the cat to keep the cream scheme the plot & ink the blots dot the eyes & spot the sheen goose the juice & squirt the skein fat the rat to keep it lean glean the glow & trust in toes know your oats & haute cuisine ...
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