Long Riper Poems

Is there any other sort of sport.. that can hold a candle to having to handle

Getting caught in the ripsnort onslaught scandal…as speedsters hold court

Fraught as they face a serious deleterious imperious express pace ace

At...

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With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes

“Forward, Forever United”

But the words felt hollow to my ears
Because no longer do these represents what we have become
A society which has failed to grow,
Stagnant...

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Jimmy put the mighty back in Blighty

Our riper sniper

Viper and pied piper

Didn't want to budge

Depravity of sporting gravity


But given the nudge

So off he did trudge

Issue won't fudge

Still got a grudge


The king of swing..conker on a...

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Why does come the ripe age?

To count the evils of it one by one
upon your note pad or diary page
when you are alone?

To speak ill of your younger ones
to your equals/
to find their mean-less extravagance/
to...

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O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and...

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20/04/2018.

                    My 3 M’s

It’s time to change the minds dirty diaper,
To think crisply, cleanly, somehow riper.
How...

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The book that’s my absolute favorite
is the most effective by far
after all my years of stuttering
having left many a inward scar

‘The treatment of stuttering’ on hardback
written by the renowned Charles van Riper
a former severe stuttered...

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“BABY FACE WHAT’S YOU THINKIN’” Picture “B”

Get a Load of This One Dad !

Oh yeah! Yesterday you changed my stinky diaper !             ...

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Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death

No great fire, yet get the water hose
decayed words fall in ancient settled dust.
As they break under weight of new age prose
in modern shone light are we...

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She snores under Night's somnolent veil,
Far from quiet throes of his teetering sail;
Her pulses come and go in silent throbs,
Attuned to trigger no lover’s salted sobs. 

Her breath kicks in and out in frail wafts,
And...

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Adorned by cycles in rich décor,
she refills her bounty,  her lush gifts
as Mother Earth nourishes a  womb ;
caressing  seeds of life to unfold
into fertile roots  which tend  my hearth,
and layers...

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Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats

Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart...

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WATER LOO


Water water everywhere*
and oh how it did stink
water water everywhere
and all my undies pink

alone amid the rising tide
of baby toys and diapers
I stand in brownish bubbling surf
wondering which is riper

my mutinous crew has left...

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dults we stand for time has passed us by 
our childish ways have bloomed into a blight
the roots we set, now gnarled, so pained decry, 

the visages of springtime love's delight.
Upon foul winds you've flown,...

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Let’s say he wanted to live to the fullest .
She wanted to die and couldn’t wait for the grim riper to come knocking .
He saw good where it didn’t even exist .
To her good never...

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Disregarded darkness acquires a recognisable form
With light, our sight deciphers
Bestowed components rewritten by reassuring dawn
Viewed essence appears riper 
Signal to rejoice in sun after ice moon's reign forlorn


Renegade dimensions drink their new found palpable
Given shape...

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