poetry from those roams along old roman roads

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poetry from those roams along old roman roads ( some  v e r s e )

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poetry from those roams

along old roman roads

yes the seasons they change

life it bears heavy loads

like a lorry or van

or a big fuck-off truck

have a wander on them

if you're down-bogged or stuck


so to speak in the mind

many wonders to find

as they campaigned they built

back in y'old brythonned times

ropy verse will emerge

trust me - i've channelled loads

as one plods through the odd

along old roman roads

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bring back echoes

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bring back echoes (  s q u i n t  &  i t ‘ s  p o e t r y  )

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poetry won't mow your lawn

or kill a foe or fix your fence

poetry won't do duvets

straight-properly

or pitch up tents


poetry won't open tins

or make you tea or walk the dog

poetry won't save the whale

the unicorn

or poor hedgehog


poetry won't make it rain

lest bring the sun - yes clear this mist

poetry won't make you sane

that's madness-talk 

 sane don't exist


poetry won't push your swing

where you sit down in yon playground

poetry won't wipe your arse

it's more

the other way around

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the b in lamb

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the b in lamb ( some sheet 4 march / spring / stuff in general )

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you just might be the b in lamb

that silent sign that spring has sprang

or sprung its spring - it could be thee

i know this much

that b

aint me



as songbirds sing - old songs are sang

or sung in spring ( they're hatching plans )

the b in lamb you just might be

let's bide our time

let's wait

& see

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itch toes

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itch toes ( a daft attempt at poetry ( for the universe ) )

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oh cattle prods & caterpillars

rampaging boar, doggy dinners

arctic terns & drunken millers

cattle prods &

caterpillars



oh piffle vest & wonky cousins

dark donkeys in witchly covens

prussian junkers on percussion

piffle vest &

wonky cousins



oh marmalade & haunted haylofts

april powers foamy bathos

bits of chaos kept in clay pots

marmalade &

haunted haylofts



oh cardigans & green greengrocers

biscuit tins & dead composers

hopes as meadows - bee in clover

cardigans &

green greengrocers

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the chickens in the yard

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the chickens in the yard ( a few ropy lines inspired by the photo )

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why living can be hard

but the chickens in the yard

well they don't give a fuck

no - just a peck then a cluck


( yes )


those cowards they don't care

as all's a poultry affair

aye living can be hard

but the chickens in the yard

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dilithmofu

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dilithmofu ( may contain traces of code & ropy verse scrambles )

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cats in mudflaps, dogs up trees

alphabets swarm - abc

murky waters - thoughts aint free

( wreckage is drifting )



cheese in holes & voles on heat

9152 - chicken feet

cobwebs, scrolls & ferry tolls

( stirred serpents hissing )



knobbly gnarls, barking trees

odd socks hiding within keys

as glib mirth giggles with glee

( hope it is wishing )



soul harvest fest - muddled sleet

spying glasses, bogged down peat

ankle biters - eat my sheet

( username missing )

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fun times ahead

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fun times ahead ( a ‘ckin poetryz of )

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i wouldn't know what

to play with fire anyway


chessboards would burn as

would decks of cards


plus all contact sports 

are an absolute no-no


( so )


let's play with glass shards

in bastard backyards

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