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Best Poems Written by Mark Dugdale

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A Church Called Ransom

Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it

‘s paused entrance
muted celebration
muffled scream
and shout

Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it

‘s just desserts
viewed destruction
failed backers
who blame

Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it

‘s selected boxes
disposed choices
removed at

Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it.

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Anonymous

Not here
			nor over there

Here
names make sense
holding still
solidifying

‘Til marriage
or death
or theft

Or change

Occupied, please choose another

Illustrate
your place
			here
or here
		up
	‘ing
dial
			noise
		the
	above
head

Here
			nor here
but here.

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Orifices

Cutting cake, piece by piece
dividing subtracting equalising
but that’s not right
all things aren’t equal
crumbs

An itchy trigger finger
loading, ready to shoot out
loitering
spooked into squealing
about to be shaken like a baby

Release comes quick
an eager d**k
though snot remains
stacks of chalk lines
that need to be framed
the choo choo sound
a tissue a tissue
we all stay bound

To one another
we devote and worship
the ground you walk on
will swallow me whole

So I try to swallow you whole
tongue in cheek
and everywhere else
it will fit
licking lips and squeezing t**s
we can come so we can leave.

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A Long Sleep Goodnight

Much to do
people to see
thoughts to proceed
wrapped warm, for the flipside
is the cold side
stop, to decide is to act

Run rabbit run rabbit don’t stay still
a pair pull themselves together
as the sun’s next show is not for another
8 and a half hours

Thoughtful mob that lot
gnawing on a semi-conscious carcass
becoming carcass number 2

Single divans as wrestling rings
rebounding off ropes
on to
cold hard floors

Hemispherical headaches split sleep
in
2
closing eyes
adjusting to the dark
or a lack of light perhaps

7am time will toll and it will turn
again

An easy morning stroll
silence is not a falling tree
in a forest of no ears
ponds and frogs and garden gates make noise
even unless they’re told

Anti-awake is not in favour of sleep
quiet is enjoyable
darkness gives you time
not to think.

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Roundabout Ways

Multiple lanes act like multiple brains
twoing and froing
the left one not knowing where the right one’s going

Wide lanes come up the rear
creating a pen, holding breath
before escape is possible all things are impossible

Bear-hugging shut an exit
inside monster raging
in a hibernate status
its ritual hiatus

Of inside mashed potatoes
mixing with beans, afraid to fart
in case it starts clenching fists
squeezing ‘til it’s difficult to breathe
they tease and please each other
on the straight and narrow

Holding straight and narrow

Forming an arrow

Blood rushing ahead, fixing a target
to the centre
of excellence it’s certain
close the curtains

A roundabout weighs down
guilty as a blood-stained pillow

It’s coming

The roundabout’s coming.