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jammy dodgers snore  (  erons sergdod ymmaj  )

…

 

 

bats within the brain

boxing frogs & hare’s the air

wide awake again

 

rise & shite a light

river shine, the moon in bloom

sleepless is the night

 

piss another drink

satellites & candles bright

ink a kitchen sink

 

sail a lunar sea

bubbles fizz & scribbles fuzz

buzz a bumblebee

 

britain’s mitten glove

badgers, stars & handlebars

marmalade above

 

scale a hill – or tor

hark, a little owlets howls

jammy dodgers snore

 

dripping droplets sweat

dot the dots as foxes trot

like a sloth on ‘phet

 

rove until the spun

spirals spider spanner stuff

doze beyond the sun

 

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–

the song beyond  (  dnoyeb gnos eht  )

…

 

the song beyond is calling me

the sun, a hum – a bumblebee

a creaking door, the siren air

the gift of mist & bright’s the hare

a lark, a hark & sound around

the squelching belch of sodden ground

a river roars a choral flow

a spinning hymn – the roses glow

a scattering – a burst of bird

it’s lyrical – but not a word

the pageantry – the pipes of pan

as weasels pop the shite of man

& badgers dance a reelsome eight

the otter opera’s oscillate

the wave’s refrain is gravy trains

& floating notes in hazy brains

a knelling bell, a singing swan

the end’s a bend & springing on’s

the out again – the never’s death

the pounding rain, a hatchling’s breath

this music in the mutant glue

a sort of shrew within y’ shoe

a rising sky, a falling tree

the song beyond is calling me

 

…

 

( author notes )

apologies if you’re reading this poem

& there’s an advert about 2/3 of the way down

like what when i read it & that

breaking up the flow

but that said …

i don’t have any say over the ads

& make eff-all money off this site

( bar the odd book purchase that might come from a reader on here )

so blame automattic

the parent company of wordpress, tumblr, gravatar

& some other sinister minions

that’s they’re doing, not mine

( peace )

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four saplings ( sgnilpas ruof )

…

 

a magnetic birch

an ever-burning ash

an invisible alder

& a monkey puzzle solver

( tree )

…

~

yesterday’s poem ( meop s’yadretsey )

…

 

a florist sneezed

the fledglings flapped

it smelled of ants

in underpants

& pickled eggs

in cable cars

the night was dim

with sable stars

the dawn was yawns

of troubadours

with iridescent

interludes

but whenabouts

the paper came

the vicar kissed

a hobgoblin

the baker burnt

the macaroons

& garden gnomes

were far from home

the roads were carp

& cuttlefish

the bus broke down

a dowser drowned

as badgers slept

in woodland setts

a pigeon shat

upon my cap

so raining toads

by half past four

& everyone

ate flapjack

…

~

erom & rehtruf  (  further & more  )

…

 

kiss this river mist

grow your own toenails

these are the tails

of a comet in the pocket

of a cabbage in the attic

& a pillock on a hillock

in a green & pheasant gland

underneath a blue cagoule

of a hierophantic sky

so the scatters in a graph

stick like jam in odds ‘n’ socks

yet the music’s mutant glue

is the lane upon the rain

& a phantom in the fro

so the layman lasers ray

lemon cheesy breezes crow

like a scribble on the chin

or an otter on the sun

while a stegosaurus snores

in a hall of rubber walls

yet the bend is roundabouts

& a leaden pencil shouts

– unsung bookworms

squirming in my library

…

~

three swishes ( sehsiws eerht )

…

ribbons

rivers

kingfishers

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~

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…

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~

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~

the all of almonds  (  sdnomla fo lla eht  )

…

lick a leaden pencil

pick a pickled pepperpot


pluck the strings of vernal

vests - & peck the feather rot


suck a lecking lemon

bird the blurs & grouse the house


sound around the garden

lark a sunken summerhouse


squall a falling autumn

colander a calendar


bumble in the jumble's

sea & bee the manager


scrawl the all of almonds

scribble in the april rain


scrambles in the attic

chasing paper planes agin

...