Long Motorway Poems

[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By...

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Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales. Stale...

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Cement, sand and gravel, blood, body and soul
Eternity bred from hell's darkest hole
Combine gruesome aggregates, hydrate the mix
Mould them and dry them, then stack up the bricks.

Thought in advance and precision laboured
Set automatic, eternity savoured
No...

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As you peel back one layer you will a bit more of me
Each layer defines parts that the naked eye may not see
The outer layer is tough resistant and seems weather proof
Just one more layer...

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A synchronised swan chime is very pleasant in a cool breeze but sampling an electric blanket supper is just not that amazing. Nor is it justifiable in a spring turreted garden. Gardeners grabbing gates greedily...

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Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife....,

whose piercing deliverance,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
(especially after dirty deeds done... 
generating thunderstruck ac/dc current
hmm... maybe due comeuppance 
being scammed to the hilt)
suspicion...

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We’ve marched along the watchtower,
And stepped across the wall,
We’ve looked for hearts of gold
And joined the band on the run,
The road we walk is rocky and narrow
As we step towards the gate,
And we sing songs...

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You think your life's so rushed?
You've never been literally flushed,
or frozen and really crushed.
I've been through all a thousand times,
maybe more if you read between the lines.
My names 'Rob' and i'm a raindrop,
how my journey...

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Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris - 
   November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday
if she still lived these last eleven years...

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> Do not read if of a nervous disposition . I am committed to sending at least one poem a day to some social media page. Poetry Soup want us to send one each Tuesday...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue...

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I’ve got a flat tyre.

Congratulations, hope you’ll both be very happy.

Can you fix it?

Are you going to a fancy dress party?

I’m getting married, Sherlock.

Wow, kept that quiet, who’s the poor sod.

Nigel, and I’m in a...

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Light reading

We are striding into the new year with news 
of an earthquake that got people to sit up instead 
of slumping on the sofa watching a Netflix 
banalities
Inundated with film, one realizes most of...

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Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife
whose piercing deliverance...,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,

I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,
a beacon complementing/
supplementing homelife,
who will forever be with me
even during our (mine
atheistic...

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The Teddy Bears got up today
All washed and brushed their hair.
They sat around to eat some food
With all their thoughts elsewhere.

A special day ahead was planned 
Involving Lionel’s car.
With hats and coats and picnic made
and...

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Are you really going to tickle a dinosaur foot with a stone feather? or throw beetroots?

Who would attend a pterodactyl party? A daisy? A wallflower? A creeping jungle tree vine complete with snakes, ants and...

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The past are memories 
 Going back to my old house in Algarve was a sad affair,
 we took the old road it is a bit longer but less speedy and free.
The motorway also cost...

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a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest...

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A pretty face that wears a smile or giggles on the phone
When sunlight glances through an open door
A robin that will sit and talk when I am on my own
Or getting lost in stories I...

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If i could retake my life to bake again, 
I’d say exactly where, what and when, 
To my family and fundamentalist church, 
To those with importance as a crutch. 

I’d take that offer of life...

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The golden rings

It was his first work as a leader of a job, which made him anxious
onboard the ship, the captain told him to wear a uniform
but one with three silver rings since he was...

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Fifteen years old,friday starts the weekend
              Kev and myself finished school,decieving our perants
         ...

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Swarm of lizards on a pizza hut rally. Will make no sense if you dilly and dally. Procrastination is of no better destination than an angled cube on orifice walk. Hear no talk then. Good
a...

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He wanted to be a Toreador
He’d bought a suit of light
He practised with his mother’s cape
Nearly every single working night

He could perform The Veronica
With a certain style and grace
Always maintaining the required
Look of haught there...

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It is not a mind altering parade of substances that questions a rotting ship. It is not a threefold tankard buried in an Abyssinia besom of beads for only a technological advance actually shows such...

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