Best Barrelled Poems

Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
              sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks

Charabancs
              steam trains
linoleum
              oil cloth
mangles
 ...

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NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these 
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take 
this opportunity to thank everyone - Ruben, Raul, Andrew, Elaine,...

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The Nefarios Scream

Camping in  isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom 
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed  tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel...

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A coyote pack was howling as the sun crowned
Zack Waverly was weary, he'd travelled around
Zack takes up the narrative, better I found.

High noon, I rode the bay into Rotgut town
With fixed intention, I weren't playing around.
A spurt of tobaccy I spat on the ground.
To finding...

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Binary 101

Numerically double-edged,
Duplicitous it is paired
Likewise and two fold
Its twin coded binate, not spared.

Double barrelled
Bilateral couple,
teamed; 
braced – unified.

Mated and single
Coupled, unpaired
Mixed radix,
Can be shared.

Digitally based
Systematically aced
Zero blocks the chain

Based at one
The power redefines
Linear thinking holds

Only conversion
Characterises
The values you will find
Inside binary lines...

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Five stones     
                 closing times
radiograms and
               seventy-eights
school caps
   ...

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I.
Astronomical Ups and Downs,
Chronological In and Outs,
Agronomical Tractors and their Marijuana Out-fits,
Egocentrical Monks and Perverts,
Economical Charts and Cost pricing,
Methodological Costs and Expenses,
Sociological Frosts and Warm kindness,
Grease on my coat,Row this damn boat,
Can God's Clay Decay,
Can Ants learn to play in the Sunlight,
We must all roast...

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Consuming brain waves from plentiful touch
Exchange of sorrow, mirth, and incredulous dirges
Following the sign of the times
Discourse as it reeks from chest cavities
Angsting bloated bodies barrelled into walking murmur
You sleepy disease fungal fortunes run amiss
Runinous with divisive claims...

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It was on a Sunday morning
When the dragon came to call
It just barrelled through the doorway
And it landed in the hall

Dressed in green it sauntered in
Ignoring our objection
Wandering from room to room
Performing its inspection

Till finally it came to rest
And on the sofa sat
It was mean...

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I really kept no score 
Yet the signal contest wore
Give us your best, give us more
Let the bore of your gun be forty four

A no holds barred Wild West contest
Gunning for the heart in our chest
Some wore a bulletproof vest
Shot in head, laid to rest

Out...

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Did Jesus Exist?

Some say 2000 years ago,
A man called Jesus walked about;
But I say, not as god or indigo, 
But as a medical doctor stout. 

Jesus was an Israeli name then, 
And there maybe was one man found, 
Of that name, with a doctor’s ben,
Who...

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Lancaster formations
One two and three
To attack the dams
Off Industrial Germany
 
Targets to hit
In the Ruhr valley
Power providers
Canal alley
 
RAF Scampton
Near Lincoln they load
This barrelled bomb
Bounced to explode
 
Runway lined
Engines roar
Crews ready 
Tally Ho!
 
Flying low to reach their quest
Allied pilots at their best
Flak explodes all...

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REGENERATION GAME

Poverty stigmatises
Poverty overwhelms
Poverty condemns

To rid an area of its poor
Is the new regeneration game 
That governments catering to middle class greed employ
Thus keeping the third estate in check 

Sterility of environment 
White washing of areas
Coupled with compulsory cauterization of attachment 
Are the sticks that...

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When once upon a time one had to knock at your friends door to see if they were in because your parents had put a cap on the phone bill to stop you ringing  ....
When you recycled your bottles of pop for pocket money, a...

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A solitary child really,
Shotgun under arm,
Wandering the flood plains 
On Billy Bulson’s farm,
Hammer uncocked, 
Chamber free of charge 
Enjoying the sensation 
Of wandering at large.

Not shooting for pleasure 
But out to fill the pot.
Today we could manage
With just what we’ve got,
Not getting any pleasure 
From any single kill
Just hoping it...

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