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Sprung is Springing

Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…

Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...

Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..

Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...

Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..

Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...

Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...

Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...

Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…

Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..

Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..

Middle class mowed manicured marvels..

Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....

Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs

Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..

The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...

A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..

An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..

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X marks the spot




Monstrously Machievellian

Demonic pedagogic

Ominously Orwellian

Demagogic logic 

Fools’ Musk-ovite mules

Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist

Dickensian dystopia rules

Google last post bugle 

Fossil fuels myopia drools

Bellicose Bezos blows

Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey

Unions demonstrate

Amazon defenestrate 

Hades Gates hierarchy

Murdoch foxy skulduggery

Poxy TikTok runs amok

Crass puns..shock thuggery

This lot don't give a jot
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Bitter sh**ter Twitter

Greedier needier seedier

The death of mass media

X marks the spot!

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Country Pubs

Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..

Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. 

Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar..

Parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church..

Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled..

Smug treacle toned thatch rugs hug sturdy slabs.. shrugs..

Tugs tussling tree torn trusses and trestles....

Trumpets tradition.. crisp crumpets in flames..sedition flickering..

Like sassy strumpets calling each other names…playfully bickering..

Remember the surreal cast….gayfully ethereal echoes..

Beacons blush in the embers of the past..

Pubs dripping with polished pewter.. parochial paraphernalia…ballsy brass...

Crepuscular charms.  splinters splicing smokey shadows..

Wafting whispers.. across tobacco tinted tainted times..

Whistles whetted..quaffing…quenching ...cavorting with crannies..

Carousing with nooks naked in timber flannelled panels..

Canoodling on fecund bulbous bales farm foraged.. freshly fashioned...

Flirtatious follicle flicks....gurgling guffaws, raffish rascals' whisky whimsy..
 
Courting curious covens..sporting prosecco cackle cacophonies.

As sons become dad..in turn perched with their lad..

Lady lawyer betwixt a pimpled tyro…local employer, bumpkin on the giro..
 
Museums of marvels.. hoodwink misplaced metaphors.. 

Laced with a house pour of moreish memories of before..

That is the nub of a pub..

The bar.. a community hub..

Gracious Landladies…loquacious Landlords..

Sagacious stars...near and far..

We raise our jar.

For our home from home..

A public house..

Ta..

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Wokery, no just jiggery pokery

Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..

Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..

Deafening din of our chagrin...

Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..

Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...

Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses.. 

Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...

Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..

Placards versus lanyards.. 

Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..

Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?

No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..

Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..

Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..

Yet the more we holler...hanker..

Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..

Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...

Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...

Reeking of what could & should have been..

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Blizzard Wizard

To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned..

That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingling..slivers of mulled wine mingling shivers..oh and..shed loads of snow..

You know it is nature's calling card...as the bleached flurries hurriedly dart. ...shards of frosty farts falling hard....

Slippery slurries beached...frippery start to beseeched.. billow like waspish wafts of blossoming willow..

Chuffed to see a lush plush pillow..fluffed...puffed..buffed..kept aloft from mush.. with crystals soft..silky..stuffed

A natural ebb and flow gush...a smattering...then a rush...splattering to and fro..

Winter’s web.. gleaming coats of teeming white bright light beaming notes...

Dreams of fairies schemes….streams across mystic moats..dairy prairies floats...

Scoops of snowy soup spills..stoops and swoops…down the hills..droops off daffodil troops..

Everything swathed..bathed in wintry tiding...the sodden sky pours... hints of sly footprints trodden hiding…

Huddling crystal clusters grasping.. riding..gliding…deciding detours…

Blizzard wizard’s rasping rally…cuddling..clasping.. contours of the valley floor..

Last post gong of our winter host boast.. sounds like a love song..

In this Proustian getaway... adore the festooned foray..

Marooned yet cocooned…this wild hideaway soon shunning..

Being wreathed in bleakly stunning cunning..

Turns back to being shrouded..sheathed in meekly clouded mild...

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The House of Lords




Bored of deplored 

Hordes of frauds

On abhorred company boards

Who applaud flawed

Seats stored…for cheats

Apply or buy on the fly

Enjoy till they die


Getting podgy..betting on dodgy bills 

Thrills of blue pills

Moolah the ruler

Swills..fills the tills



Cash revenues poured

Toured here & 

Did maraud abroad

All avenues explored

Scored a stash

Claps & back slaps

Promises will slash

Countries floored collapse

Nice one chaps

Ice caps thawed

Adored share price soared


Lust for boom & bust

Must lobby..trust us

Just a hobby jobby

Cigars smoked…booze soaked

Full to the gunnels

With coke choked 

Vasal nasal funnels


Despite our fears and nadirs

For years on the fiddle

Peers sneers & jeers

Snaking beast will feast

Diddle..taking the piddle

Not least the riddle 

Forgot forsaking the priest



Not reeling…Lords’ laughter

Cheers to Keir again

Feeling calmer after

Starmer’s dafter karma

Who’s forgotten it’s rotten

Even show pony Tony

Did more to stop

Crony phoney baloney


Our hopes on the ropes

Need a disdain campaign

Tropes to end 

Champagne reign of gain

This inane arcane 

Insane gravy train

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Biscuits

What‘s better than a biscuit?

Hard to debunk 

Treasure trunk funk 

Should you let

It get wetter

Would you dare risk it?


The trick a quick dunk

Or could flunk..kerplunk.. 

Mushy chunk sunk..messy

Slunk..in the tea you drunk


So at your leisure

Pleasure one’s self

Don’t regret your stealth

Forget your health

Wealth beset on the shelf


So feeling restive?

Yearn for a digestive?

Appealing…suggestive

No shock..dark choc

What else will cut the mustard

With a brew…for a few bob

Recurring theme..does seem

Will always dream 

About a custard cream 

Almost sob…as I Lob

A hob-nob in me gob
 

So


In fine fettle

Be a slob

Turn on the kettle

On the sofa settle

Spurn concern

Ignore the racket


So


Hats do doff

Knew from the off 

On a roll

The sole goal

Quaff another cuppa

Scoff the whole packet!

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Koropuko Falls

Painstakingly perfectly placed path 

Turn slowly..surely over 

Fern festooned forest floor

Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed 

Glorious green sheens in every shade

Follow the hidden hollow - through a secret door..

Fairies frolic on tour…bucolic tonic to explore

Rumbling..fumbling through moss tumbling dreams

Stumbling…rambling, ambling & scrambling 

Rugged roots hugs…tugs.. rock hewn strewn rugs...

Babbling gabbling brooks..dabbling with nooks

Where all is not as it seems

Whispers wafting of winsome wonders

Then through the bush wanders

Boisterous bursts in sensational spurts…

Spellbound by the sound..moreish moans

Raiding…cascading…braiding polished stones

Pedigree lichen filigree lurches..

Gluts shouldered.. struts bouldered ruts

Gliding sliding down slippery perches 

Travesty not to unwind when you find

Mystical, magical, mythical majesty 

See this tantalising tree lined tapestry

Mother Nature’s one of a kind churches

I close my eyes and I can see you, 

Feel you… love you & miss you so…

You already know.. you are 

My special place.. My beloved Koropuko...

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Bluebell Dells

Idyllic illicit illusion…

Complicit daydream delusion…

Explicit panoply profusion…

Other worldly garlanded gems..

Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic..

Absurdly drop atop delicious stems..

Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade..

Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush..

Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made..

Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid..

Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed... 

Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade..

How can you resist..not be swayed?

Flagrantly decadently displayed. 

Fragrantly delectably conveyed...

Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells..

Marvel at the mythical majesty..

Spring’s cocooned woven tapestry..

Festooned filigree of bluebell dells

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Southern Rata Splendour

Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree)



Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic..

Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled..

Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering...

Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb....

A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees...

Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage....

Marooned yet cocooned in a festooned lagoon...wouldn't barter anything…

To swoon at the miracle..spectacular boon of Southern Rata ...