Best Flavoursome Poems

(1946)

Walking in Sailor Fields amongst the nettles
picking blackberries, the brambles 
cut deep savage the mind.
Yet the bowl to be filled the jam
to be boiled the...

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It darts past then briefly hovers
picking up the scent of rotted fruit
following it to until it came to the source
where it feasts until bloated.

Back on...

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Forever
   
                   Feasting  famished,

...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How...

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First name
unique, generous, wondrous, enigmatic, hopeful 
Sister of Madonna, Gail, Chris, Diane and Heather
Lover of life, puzzles, people's laughter and language
Who feels loves intensity with...

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A milk bottle of combustion is a silver tongued spoon. A dragon headed fortress underground. Weaving wavering waving wandering. A teaspoon of cataclysm in giant...

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I see sparkles
I hear wedding bells
Bright sunny day
People make way


I stand in the middle 
As I see him
Looking at me, dazzled
His eyes talk to mine
Causing...

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As the wind flagellates heavily, I can smell cigarette smoke,
Plunging like greased lightning before my nostrils,
But there's a passive feeling about spending the night in...

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Have I ever told you that
   … as you lie next to me
I know that you are cheating 
   …I have...

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A beef stew is neither a mildew or an orange orbital hue. It is a flavoursome culinary creation. And when particles skip. Dust off the...

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I have a friend who I visit regularly,
He calls me Smith the Grocer, STG for short,
And when I text him, I sign off with STG,
Sometimes...

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SOCIAL PEACOCK 

Playing the audience
The peacock struts 
How daintily and deftly
He swans around weaving intrigue
Flattering all
The kiss of a hand or an awaiting cheek
Done to...

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Bean bags. Vacuum cleaners. And dustbins. Lining up. Waiting. Waiting for the cloths. The cloths are counting dust particles. That will take a very long...

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Somebody said an odd thing today, 
Something I think’s a bit strange,
About how blah and lame we seem around here, 
How things have never seen...

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The moveable feast
Free food for the  forager
Weeds for the foolish

Nettles that sting you
are nettles that can  feed you
Praise the forest fare

Flowers to fauna
mother...

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