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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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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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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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keeping time

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keeping time ( a precautionary tale )

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i like to keep a spare afternoon

in my pocket

next to them keys

which i always need


& a pleasant evening

around my neck

kept in a locket

( only to be opened

during emergencies )

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on the sheet

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on the sheet ( some sheet )

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we're on the sheet

yes as we do

once more unto

a sheet or two

a sneeze - achoo

a squeeky shoe

good morning all

good evening you


bring me my ink

my shitty pens

& special lens

for hidden gems

please some of them

aye know thy sen

we're on the sheet

again

( the end )

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( author notes )

in case you were unaware

sen means self,

nice 1

 

crafted by hand

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crafted by hand ( some truths & out the other one )

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all of these poems

are crafted by hand

no fancy machines

as it's art - isan


but just who is anne?

you misunderstand

no robotic prods

just shat pen - that's grand


as birds boss the skies

as sheep graze the land

one scribbles on sheets

shit riddles of man


it's bespoke ( of course )

all part of the plan

so don't knock this wank

'twas crafted by hand

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a cloudless sky

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a cloudless sky ( disturbing sheet indeed )

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a cloudless sky

where have they gone?

just clueless blue

something is wrong


the sun dial smiles

yet can't explain

this lack of shade

this lack of rain


perhaps the clouds

last stormy night

fell out with god

then went on strike


thence huffed their way

behind the moon

to hide a while

( ? )

please come back soon

( x )

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