Grimbeau

Scroodles

Verdun

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industrial war

what did not die at Verdun?

phenomenology

 

Big Red Bloomer

amaryllis

Wireless witterings

Rain clouds

Gather to shower

On the hour every hour

Amaryllis flowers

Queenie

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Tea-stained brain

Easter island feet

frivol in vermouth

Perched most

precariously

on a viscount biscuit

Snoozing on the throne

She died peacefully

during her swim

letting nurture take its course

bless her brittle cotton socks

Still Life With Eyelids

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take it as it comes

patience brings  its own reward

catatonia

 

Cakes & Whales

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mad cows derail trains

jaffa-cake or biscuit chat

light or dark matter

one suspicious lump or two

Serengeti radio

yawning hippopotamus

could eat the lot of us

Under a Panama Hat

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rampant carrots agitate

demanding lots of golden sun

weather soon wipes smile off face

april showers come along

intimate rainbows

promise of clandestine wealth

clandestine wealth detected

under a Panama Hat

Hovis Toast

Hovis

Fat poets fancy:

Bacon, egg, fried tomatoes,

mushrooms, and Hovis Toast:

in itself a meal–

funny how memories smell

Hippo Cart

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Dismount your high

horse Gobshite!

Coffee’s getting yellow

Chocolate button breakfast

slickly eaten on the run

Spent all night down fat boy slum

Gideon & George’s gaffe

On the Isle of Dogs

Bijou little drum

Loop Head

alter ego FG

Pearl grey day

Sullen basilisk eyed

horse army blanket nihilist

becalmed charcoal sloop

opaque ivory mother

pearl grey day

cryptic spyglasses

monochrome zilch

scattered dead pine needles

litter overgrown seed beds

grey atlantic sheen

Last Boat Leaving

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Sir John Bitumin

laid it on bit thick

plummy urban sine noble

Metropolitana oiks

crave Mr Softy Ice Cream

tannoys herald ninety nines

mismatch of the day highlights

Am I my Buddha’s keeper?

Verbal diarrhoea

Splat of conchshellness, mind that child!

Too late mate you’ve lost your license.

All because the lady sought pork pies…