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Snowblind Poet Searching For Her Poem About Snow While Lost In A Snowstorm

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As..

Spoke-spinning memories -
Your glittering soundtrack song.
How it re-ignites that otherworly out-of-time sparkle..

Your artist..
Your band..

Indelible.
Indivisible.
Timeless.
Such things beyond price,
Are
 just..beyond..
Beyond even the conscious imaginings
of your star-trail makers,
Despite their shamanic foot-falling alchemical dance,
Imprinting upon your fragile cosmos so efforlessly -
So it seems,
Lighter than the fall of snowflakes.

Like,
They're just talking to you.
Like,
They're the only ones who really care enough to understand
your misunderstood stellar ineffableness.
And your - dare I say it? swallow Special and Unique Soul(TM).
Don't cough.

The song, your song, our song, as precious as stars as precious as that heart-break.
As precious as..
As..
The dog food,
The toilet roll,
The car insurance,
The cheques waved..
Oh!.leaving you alone - betrayed again.
Leaving you alone to tend and water a new heart-break.
That song, your song, our song, just noise:
Blacksmiths' forging empty vessels;
Fingernails scraping down the fretboard.

Pay the price for following the rats playing piper,
As memories soiled count the cost -
Memories reduced to composers' compost.
They have to pay:
Pay architects to build man-made lagoons,
Around their swimming pools.
Gated magicians eat raw golf smashing toadstools.

Then,
In the evening,
As concrete dayglo pours through their third-eye,
Gardeners vacuum their astroturf
and exterminate butterflies.
That's new age Buddhism for you.

.................Their salmon blow bubbles beneath
the air conditioned hi-jacked palm tree,
Tangled up in zimmer frames.

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Clouds float on a pond
and a duck glides through the clouds
paddling her jet streams


Moonbeams diffusing -
through net curtains they shimmer
bathing the dreamers


City scene at dusk - 
Indigo sky, vapour trails
police sirens, blue


Office air-con ducts
zen-bee orchestras buzz -
blasting heat at drones


Networking Planet -
five-thousand friends and likes? - check.
Lover? -..networking..


A passer-by, my..
her gaze of Cleopatra -
my heart butterfly

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What arrogance this!
a spider walks on water
man-messiah deep

Beaming lamp post light
lingers on the pissing mutt -
he don't care for fame

Trees of spiral glass
slows time down - the 9 to 5's
watch, clock-watch, age

This traditional 
five, seven, five haiku
loves cherry blossoms

Gaia hand-clapping 
breeze rustles through trees a sea -
one claps, one flows still

kite-flyer lets go
the kite kisses the rainbow -
and the kite flyer

Catastrophise

Strategising,
Surgically sniping away seven of his artificial sacrificial hair,
(All with a sociopath's bloodless precision),
He then teases them crosswire across the plughole
like some kind of ass-backwards gonzo csi:
In his eyes
the obvious and only realistic resolution to deflecting
her nascent biscuit-time suspicions that
his drip-dry locks might not be
entirely
The Real Deal.

Women's radar being so terribly and eerily atuned to picking up
on such sartorial man-shit,
(And he detected those vibes begin their baby shimmy):
I must head-butt that mischievous genie back into its can of worms.
So hair around the plughole must mean real man hair, right?
Yes! emphatically yes!
What a ploy!
Planting hair around the plughole:
A method-directing even Scorcesse would envy.
No woman, no matter how calculating,
Could possibly ever guess,
A man can be this clever -
or demented.
No, she'll never guess her embryonic Zeus is a bit nyloned..

Thus she will marry him,
Then shall prang him children..

And whilst engaged in their throat-music of glottal passion,
As he lifts her body ceiling-spiderwebwards,
As she floats up akimbo under his breathless fleshly phosphorescent blancmange -
As an added safety net -
He shall plant the woolly bobble hat firmly on his static bonce:
The ultimate catastrophising precaution
against her tearing off of his glue-on ponzi tresses;
For this love must not Enron.
And thus she can claw at him in brain salad banshee ecstacy,
And his secret will be safe,
And she'll excuse the bobble hat,
Pretending to be a fan of Badly Drawn Boy.

Catastophise,
Then carry on.
This is the twenty-first century:
Risk assessment and due diligence -
Then and only then -
Get it on.

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Breath on an ice cube
crystallise the silver steam -
winter dawn, ice dew


Night's soft summer rain
wispy veils, silk cascading -
scent of her perfume


Robin's breast sunset
crimson, rose, dripping Mars -
solar transfusion


Moon floats on the Thames -
iridescent milk on ink
angel light on night

Essence

To capture the essence -
to fish for snowflakes

Thatcher's Epitaph (everything's better for penguins)

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaukkkoooooooooo                             

Sun of the World

Great historic events demand:
A colon : 
And, also, :
GREAT. POETRY.
And rubbish historic events,
Demand?
So glad you asked..

Remember that parliamentary press enquiry
Where Murdoch was almost custarded with foam?
And MP's lined up to apologise to him,
So Murdoch graciously forgave them,
Then,
Zoomed off,
To one of his many well-appointed private jets?

Well quite rightly the evil custard fiend was put in..
Custardy, yes custardy!
And you can now
read all about it 
In..
hThe Sun on Sundayu,
Which will be nothing like
The News of the World,
Because?
Lessons have been learned.
Oh yes.

Hashtag Delete (Crash! Burn baby, tweet)

Hashtag delete -
From carnal filth and orchids
to blood-splattered spurned lover spam orchards.. 
Hashtag delete.

Hashtag delete -
From sensitive attentive forker 
to demented obsessive stalker
- within a week..
Hashtag delete.

Truly, madly, fuck off creep..
Love's e-card ejector seat,
You're a crash test effigy burning up at super-light-speed,
You're up the viral creek;
The revenge repackaged, resent, ricocheted, repeated,
Photos and accounts like widows weep are mysteriously deleted..
Hashtag delete.

Hashtag delete -
Personal profile mission creep;
Grim reaper's instant messaging fits of pique,
I listen to Radiohead for light relief..
Hastag delete.

Hastag delete -
Starfucker chic to slam-dunk freak,
Troll Shrek shriek gobspeak kneecapping 
- tweet.
Hashtag delete.

Flamed asylum seeker,
Return to Planet Bishop Beater,
Egg whisk sleet daydream believer..
Hashtag delete.

New age starchild playmate honey 
to old testament boiler of the bunny..
Hashtag delete.

Amore's mermaid from Venus melting in your arms
to Kali's cosmic pony squirting karmic vengeance napalm..
Hashtag delete.

Latte to heartache, party to wake;
Slick rom com flam to green eyed battering ram spycam,
Such sad ad nauseam 
reveals the typical arc of twenty-first century romance..
Hashtag delete.

LMFAO EIEIE0,
Saucy little minx
to you're the weakest link;
From you're the stars in my sky
to whose eaten all the pies?
And next time I see you I'll poke out both your eyes..
Hastag delete.
Hashtag delete.
Crash!
Burn baby, tweet.

There's No Reason For Ian Beale

Ian Beale
Slightly unreal
There's no rhyme to reason Ian Beale

Ian Beale
Beals On Wheels
There's really no reason for Ian Beale

What a pallavar
Ian Beale
There's no reason for Ian Beale
In a cardigan or in a pallavar
There's no reason for Ian Beale

Hare Rama Hare Krishna
Ian Beale Ian Beale
There's no reason for Ian Beale
Hare Hare
Not Ian Ian
There's the only reason for Ian Beale
In a cardigan or in a pallavar
There's no reason for Ian Beale