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Clive Culverhouse Poem
hey ho
does an octopus know
how to juggle with eight cups and saucers
and the fish watching him
while the elephants swim
then he juggles with a turtle and tortoise
then ho hey
does the octopus say
I can do this all day round in circles
but an ache in my arm
in my arm, in my arm
and so on through all eight tentacles
so hey ho
let the octopus go
to bed nice and early with honey
to rest and recline
for a considerable time
so he doesn’t feel worn out and funny
ho hey
and a new octopus day
refreshed and all ready to juggle
so with cups and with saucers
a turtle and tortoise
but the elephant’s splash makes him struggle
hey hey
that’s not fair that’s not fair
so the octopus went somewhere quieter
where he practised a lot
and a lot more than not
and so now he’s a pro entertainer
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2024
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the day I died
was a rainy one
but the sun came out
in the nick of time
I can laugh about it now
but it was a worry
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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A melancholy of poets
A suffering of poets
A torment of poets
A provoking thought of poets
An expression of poets
An inspiration of poets
A rhyme of poets
A verse of poets
A stanza of poets
An anthology of poets
A poem of poets
We are all poets
however some of us
go to the trouble
of writing it down
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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the things you both see
you all see
is merely a continuity safeguard
one of the laws written in to prevent chaos
we can't have multiple lifeforms occupying the same space all seeing and experiencing something different
it just wouldn't work
so we've set impulses to align where and whenever possible
sure as hell easier when you lot are on your own
takes a heap of pressure off the system
that way we suspend everyone else
they're not needed
you don't surely think they're individually living do you
no, just on hold, paused
until you're no longer on your own
then we have our work cut out again
and many coffees go cold
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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like a selfie
that wasn’t taken
I’m the guy in the street
I know
you’re captioning me
from your side of the road
and the shops
with their massive eyes
are making me too viral
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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the whole world is happening at the same time
every conversation, every bird call, every lion roar
every everything bunched up to oneness in my head
I carry the white noise of distance wherever I go
I am an out of tune radio coursing through debris
and tin whistle high notes playing one key in harmony
that is my head, that is my thunderstorm in stereo
imagine a life having to speak over an orchestra
but there is a beauty and stability to hearing
all the insects of the world crawling along
simultaneously with every wave and fish fuzz in water
wait, I think I can hear the flowers growing
the leaves falling, the sand rearranging on every beach
though if it can happen a little less loudly
so it doesn’t fill my every second, that would be ok
now, and it has taken sleeplessness,
I am privy to galactic secrets, the gods are chattering
all at once so I’m none the wiser for the cacophony
just full of loud
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2024
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A tree grows tall
grows strong
braves all
the good
the bad
sometimes I'm not a tree
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2024
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sight...
a prophet's mark unsheathed
radiant, quell the shadow's scream
her lips were never meant for me
in auguries
... blood uncharted
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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I'm a flower tickler
with a flower tickler's thumb
like my dog before me
although he's more of a philanthropist
than a poet, but, like him, I too bark
my greenery of colours when needed
and tickle flowers
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2024
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all at sea, my restive heart
waters are calm, but in calmness
moored
the bounty of a lover's soliloquy
raging torrents bequeath a joy
you ask of beauty's tapestry, guided
yet do I seek
yet do I fold in conjecture
nature's bliss, consuming waves
please...
I ask in limerence
and we, ships sail away
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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