12/05/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #micropoetry

I've been scribbling again...

Poems in 140 characters or less...


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in the kingdom of small things
we all are kings and queens
though more often we are knaves
breaking hearts with clubs


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on the buttocks of hills
the lambs run in gangs


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I'm happy to be a four letter word
just as I'm devil-may-care to be ghastly
but then my nationalism
is train-sets and begonias


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those cheery shadows up on the rocks
cataract spots against the sky
- small as birds before the moon


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through the blurring of trees out-roll the fields
enclosed in patched hedge and wall
flock dotted cream and white


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peace:)



The Blue Book

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