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Category: Poetry

…it ain’t no sin

The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg

 

The deep, odd, shock of it hit me in the sun

On the shed path, marooned on a concrete crack

Freed up took in the scene, shocked, turned;

Trundled, older, balder, back up the ramp

Freewheeled, calmer, silent, down the ramp

Came to rest beside the stable table,

Tossed my hair (singular) in the blue breeze

And wiped the puss from Barney’s weeping souls.

The moo-cows are gone home to roast

No more mutinous idiots barge in

Decide to play this game of life to win

Sanguine Time

Bin Dong

The first of the few,

the last of the many,

the next or

the runner-up,

the second last bar none

the rising of the moon

at the setting of the sun

under cypress shadows

wise chrysanthemum

 

 

Sunday Drivers

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Freaks out,

Cauli’s out early

too,

much ado

about garden,

inside

Chopin mazurks

On a croissant

Something lurks above

A dove with a glove

A weasel with an easel

In the murk…

 

Whispers

A defecating sperm whale off the coast of Sri Lanka.

the whisper of the sea

around the balustrade

the whistle of the sea

cast me in this mystery?

this is the

start of history

a whisper of the sea,

around the balustrade.

 

A Flea

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Melancholy

Flea

Melancholy

Knee,

Woe is me,

Anatomy

Giant flea,

Hook

Swatted whopper,

splattered it,

squashed it

on

scruff, ruff

with my giant thumb,

shadow of its former self,

a bloody, sticky mess.

 

 

Cake House Rules

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Find a strange land,

concrete, not a fancy,

Not a nation,

 

Nor a state or both,

where confusion breeds

dissemblance and misery.

 

A realm glimpsed,

enjoyed only without torment,

or opposing the beast.

 

Secure and safe, warm and dry,

without fear or favour.

Impossible! That can never be.

 

Whorled walnut tree

Makes the sticks

The brickburner supplies the bricks.

 

Swamp Song

 

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…hear road spray surge

Saturday morning shipping

muggy, sticky, sweaty,

laurel oil shining

 

yellow, yellow flower,

slug and nomad,

fennel sags and drips,

splashing,

 

plushing the petrichor,

boney, stony, earthly delight

sigh and swoon

Sun and Moon

Bing for you Buk

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Big black beauty log, kind capsule,

lazy loving lozenge (cut in two),

small brown curly-headed baby,

fallow swallows and amazons.

 

once I found my love in a field of sunflowers.

Truly.

 

Silit Bang,

Easy-Off Bam,

Easy-off bang,

More Bing for you Bukkake.

 

General Flood:

You view sky releases

frog, pike, monkfish.

 

Recorded for Posterity

Short-term memory

surplus to need

 

 

 

The Bagpiper

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He piped the music slow, careful.

Buzzing,

buzz, buzz, buzz

 

Not on my nose!

Don’t land…

 

Too late.

 

Freeze, Mr. Piper, or the nose gets it.

 

Sweatbeads: adrenalin: tremble.

 

Try a blow? Little up draught.

Macroscopia.

Make small big.

Blow responsibly.

 

Music is oozing from the nozzle,

mauve music magma.

Blow now!

Blew

 

Sting, recoil,

drop music funnel

notes splatter cake.

Eyes flood

Half blind.

Grab, miss, panic

cake on floor…

 

…nose throbs, cross eyes

purple lump.

 

Buzz gone, job done,

fact of life

 

 

 

 

 

Silence of the Hens

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Clouds bed

down easy

The chooks

make hush,

 

Throttled,

twoggled:

 

Nessum

Dorma

Chicken

Korma