Short Stet Poems

The road of runes
The blackbird shrieks
Night befalls like my brother
The sequence is stet
from a lonely toad stall
Winding seawards
over mossy fields

Unbuttoned time
Old men craving
in ancient fields
emotions staked in mud
neon hopes fuse the last of day...

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Lost in the lexicon  of subtlegafe 
dumbconfonded at the the break of day
Watching the smiles from the well wishers
a mass of contradiction ensures
A vexation for the night
brief excursions to be stet
stretching time higher than the cornflowers
back bent the best he could do










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Its not the revile
in the morning
its about your tears
and how you wish
away tomorrow
When today is the stet

Its not the sound of  zephyr
that plays occasionally
Its the truth blowing precariously

The branches learn to bend
We took the side road to Bexhill
We saw the flames of our love dissipate
that  early spring...

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S  see me the invisible
     T  the true should be heard
     E  exposed for the world to be
     T  ………………………….

     A  and tra la la my friends
     R  roar the smell of a dollar 
     F  for ashes are not yours

     P  put trash in the bin
     U  urge your needs
     R  row the boat
     R  rescue the editor for his mistake...

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The electric daffodils have dimmed now
Orange tulips back their guest arrival,
mechanical stem's,how they glisten
The arcane Robina tree is stet
no leaves this spring
Autumn is a long way off
Borage fills in the gaps
from corner to corner
they cover the ground
The dead eyed roses 
grasp for sunlight
like mad mayhem
they last, in disordered  array...

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Marriage wears no ambiguous hat,
If signals no clear green nor red get,
But perplexing amber,
Raw stays wedlock’s timber,
Remember, you can’t write, rub, say ‘stet’!
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Happenings (Tongue-in-cheek) |08.05.2022|

Poet’s Note: An unfolding court drama of a Hollywood couple… We all hope they move on, but this limerick sets us thinking.


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Sponsored by Tania Kitchin...

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Neon fingers
banish the remnants of the day
Dustbins loiter ominously
blurry eyed
The Night people slide in between
Sailor doom bewitched by sorceresses
as heckled men face electric spears

Stet the occasion
A drawbridge opens
staining the gangster day
Outstretched palms
preclude the day

Jewelled ghost trains
ordinately take you
further away

Velvet dolls with a brainy side
watch stale commissioners slide
Star  clad ingénues infuriated evermore...

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