Long Scupper Poems

Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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A tramp steamer plies an ocean of fog. 
The Chief Bos’n makes a note in the log while the helmsman 
Strains to see beyond the wheel. 
The ship’s Captain leaves the bridge with a groan....

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Bombarded by myriads of daily data without cease,
I suggest a forthright discourse on this topic,
carousel of trend and sound adherence  merely looming?
some unwitting sentiment  an aspirational diction,
reverberation or innuendo pending aftermath augur,
the world...

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Pytheas was a Greek who journeyed to Britain in the Fourth Century BC and 
discovered the link between the tides and the phases of the moon.

At first I followed the setting sun
To the mouth of...

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In a clearing, in the deep, dark wood, 
there appeared a pile of rocks.
Atop of which, eyeing this motley crew,
sat none other than Mr Fox.

"What have we here?" He said with a sneer,
"A Crow playing...

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Prattle And Witter 

Midst rumours 
     and rustlings 
And hastily 
     scribbled notes, 
Upheavals 
     and bustlings 
And endless 
   ...

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I stood in awe as she alighted like a bird upon some branch,
Belisha beacon to the abyss bound  clochard.
Bonfire for uncanny scion  adrift,
 ignited by her
incandescent eyes.
Chanteuse  of Arcadia  on song...

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There once was a girl named Sabine
The cutest one I’d ever seen
She had curly hair
And a teddy named Bear
And her bedroom was perfectly clean.

Sabine had a brother named Jude,
A generally radical dude,
Who liked to play...

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Plagued by incandescent ferments  I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads, 
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be  a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on...

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When thoughts become obsessive,
is my heart being made redundant,
laid off, cast off, sent astray 
recycled pulse rates mere skip hire fodder,
atrophied organ sinking into deep morass,
panic stricken warning notice object,
abject  part indigenous scarred,
or scared...

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[Advance Apologies: Sat on this for a few months
Concerned that it may be a little OTT for Soup. If
Your gag reflex is sensitive... best skip this one]


Edible knickers were once quite the thing
For couples who...

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The morn of this lovely day, so bright and brilliant with the glory of God.
I dress for church reluctantly, not knowing the real reason for feeling this way on this glorious Sunday.
Could it be that...

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Jonah invented the whale
The first man ever to sail
He went round the globe
In his best Sunday robe
His invention was destined to fail 

For Noah had plans for an ark
It’s construction no walk in the park
It...

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Yonder there, where twig figures bend
and blink out as a sea-swell slugs the beach,
there the netted thrash, then hauled, toggled and pinched
yet more, into a gill-snagging catch.

Far away a village rests, submerged
beneath a mossy night,...

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Wobbly knees wheeze and tease
Dark thoughts fumbling, tumbling and rumbling in the mind
Which can no longer squeeze proportion peas
From thought processes, procedures and systems gone blind

In the wake of the disaster
Determined to scupper efforts
I summon...

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Friend Ship

When my inner compass falters
	     with joy suspended from a sinking buoy 
as waves rush by in sunken dreams
	     you shine the torch’s flare of sun...

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Brexit Sonnet No.21
‘This Emerald Isle’
 

So where’s it gone, this border fraught of ours?
It can’t be seen, this separation sore,
Drawn ‘cross troubled Isle by warlike Mars;
Scratched on map by infected hand of war.
Ignored by happy...

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I am Nebuchadnezzar
As I eat grass
As my arrogance and pride
Turned me into an ass

I am humbled, I am lost
I am on all-fours
And I cannot even count
The cost

I am Rommel
As I charge through the sands
As hot...

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THUNDERSTORM

Thick oppressive sultriness all day
Then  cool breezes, a cloud signals
The sails of a fighting Armada, 
With massed grey galleons 

Swelling with threatening guns  -
The flashing of their watery cannon beats
Their terrifying cacophony
In the...

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