hashtag poem

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hashtag poem ( meop gathsah )


# cheese & pickles

# the clifton suspension bridge

# bring back echoes

# save the tiger bread

# i love what they’ve done with your earlobes

# it’s raining frogs again here

# why are all scarecrows men?

# politics – blah, baa, blah

# beans on toast

# barnard’s star

# the m42

# turnip lives matter

# easter on ekofisk

# i think i’ve just seen a goblin

# christmas is cancelled

# cockerels can lay eggs too

# pebbles in espadrille shoes

# selfies, selfies, selfies

# yes, there’s a chill in the air

# is anyone there… ?

c a n d le

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c a n d l e ( e l d n a c )

atch a moth or two

croon a silent siren song

creeping down the wick

s the moon’s in bloom

after darkness – spark a sprite

aflame us a path

imble as an imp

ninja-esque – the frills ‘n’ spills

now the sun is dead

ance a plasma prance

drip within this thirsting dim

dribble waxen drops

ight a brighter night

lantern shades of oberon

let the seekers see

at this phantom black

echo if the to is fro

elementalz friend

goblin soup

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goblin soup ( puos nilbog )

goblin soup, goblin soup

once upon a loon the loop

gibbons waxing gibbous moons

slurping spoons of goblin soup

goblin soup, goblin soup

chuckles in a chicken coup

rubber walls & all is balls

that’s the badger – goblin soup

goblin soup, goblin soup

buzzing as the buzzards swoop

but the buttress buttercups

sipping sups of goblin soup

goblin soup, goblin soup

dancing as the branches droop

under pickled onion suns

thirsting for that goblin soup

goblin soup, goblin soup

sniff a whiff of autumn’s hoop

on a wander with a wand

singing songs of goblin soup

goblin soup, goblin soup

normalzzz is a nincompoop

when the elfin zephyr spins

neck a tin of goblin soup

oh, groany bones

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oh, groany bones ( senob ynoorg ,ho )

jigsaw eyes see

hello, hollow water

holes in the soles

of tuesday’s shoes

dripping bits of wednesday

sooner than expected

p’s jumping q’s

in my alphabet soup

where’s is the fly?

scribble i & sigh

somewhere other

– locked in your airing cupboard

dream snippet sheet

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dream snippet sheet ( teehs teppins maerd )

freddie mercury

sang living on my own

on the planet mercury

to an audience of owls

& trans-nightjars

who identify as owls

( species is a social construct )

meanwhile on earth,

the prophet-man muhammad

plays a set of swingball

with a then fluorescent ewok

upon the mossy lawn

watch that backhand

– three treecreepers

four white stags

on the tip of mam tor

krishna-christ tickles

the toe’s of anne frank’s kitty

who his so well

that the nazis never found her

sevens suns rose

like muffins in the oven

said your step-godmother

but dressed as an elf

in a telepath tongue

( ? )