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somewhere there where
the orange peel ends up
& rests in pea pods
as parsnip tops rot on
at the bottom of the garden
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further & more
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beyond the swan
& in between
the closing sings
an opening
the seasons tease
the breezes crow
the flow is though
a river’s bend
a kingfisher
a fissure here
apocryphal
is possible
the near is far
a wooden spoon
a garden gate
& middle eight
a flighty sky
my feathered friend
the end is just
the cusp of soon
but when is then
& rubber gloves
or turtle doves
the morning squawks
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august augustus
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august augustus
a fat black adder
basking on a rock
august augustus
a den in the woods
& a sprained left ankle
august augustus
lemon barley waterfalls
& gourds from other worlds
august augustus
darker then each morrowtide
verilly like bellends
august augustus
the face of tomorrow
upon your toasted pikelet
august augustus
don’t jump the queue
or they’ll have you too
august augustus
frothy washed cars
& a magic carpet burn
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pop can man
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yes, my carbonated mate
is best served from the fridge
slurp him high on chemicals
he’s coloured artificial
been bubbly since bright youth
& still slightly uncouth
he’s mister fizzle out
( he’ll be flat in half an hour )
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man eats moon
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man eats moon
move over mozart
mars is next
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intermission six trillion f
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breaking news
the elephant hawk moth
isn’t an elephant
or a hawk
but may still be a moth
( we’ll keep you updated )
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the darling buds of maybe
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yes, perchance the ants will dance
in a bumpkin’s barn
probably the breeze will sneeze
beavers dam & darn
badgers might invade peru
if the sapling twigs
beanstalks scratch magonia
penguins fly with pigs
fatter lambs on pastures graze
scotch egg hatchlings preen
poets unwrite purple prose
traffic lights stay green
certain stirs more than the rest
yet that west wind blows
southern norths & east again
up the parson’s nose
at a toss the sea could wave
at the midlands far
rubber chickens cross the road
as we umm an aah
balladeers with big ears could
bore us all again
woods in oakest albion
shelter us from rain
it’s likely – like v.d that
june is next as well
possibly the wasps will bee
if the bluebells knell
( ? )
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community comments page
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i stand with the snakes
the slugs & the snails
i blame the blameless
& the teachers of the parents
i was so offended
when the bots were not offended
i vote for so & so
& i despise the othered them
i think they should bring back
dodos & echoes
i agree – mixed aggregates
are a sort of lottery
i heart emojis
& shag the current thing flag
my condolences
to the latest dead z-lister
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may, may
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may, may
a day & a pole
yes, perhaps a horsy foal
prancing on the pastures
like a young queen camilla
or anne hathaway
– that-a-way beckons
may, may
the aquilegia soar
all is an almond
if reason is the rhyme
then it’s time for swingball
pan faked it all
like an ancient john darwin
may, may
the dead were never dead
said the makeshift scarecrow
to the crickets in the thicket
& the cuckoos in your mind
as a snark sings hymns
in the throbbing hedgerow
may, may
where the gnomes sunbathe
as the milking maids
gargle pink lemonade
barefoot on the garden lawn
dawn is a yellow
wagtail’s egg
may, may
trainers or walking shoes
hoodie not jacket
scibbles in a notepad
gladder than sir galahad
glowing goes my muse
deep green be thy elbows
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shat show
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cobwebs for breakfast
trapped into a coroner
cue those dancing hedgehogs
& silent pyrotechnics
oh former covid wardens
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resarf poetry 