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Above suspicion
“Anemone of the State” Strange times, Nothing is above suspicion. In South Dakota, Even the Pasque Flower Is considered Anemone of the State. Yapparister – July 2013
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Pigeon Coup
“Tree-top pigeon tweets” Tree-top pigeon tweets ‘Magpie dictator deposed’ Sounds like a high coo By Yapparister – July 2013 I came across this fitting image from artist Samantha Zaza. I...
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I want a horse that flies
“I’m just looking for a horse… that flies” I want a unifying faith I want a world that’s always safe I want a love that never dies I want a horse … that flies I want to be loved without ever caring get...
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The Backie (back alley)
“A back-garden-walled no-man’s land…” Away from the safety of my childhood home Around the back of twitching curtains Lay a strip of half-forgotten land A back-garden-walled no-man’s land Where bins,...
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Christmas list
“…all I want for Christmas is…” Last year, All I got for Christmas was… A pinch of salt – for resolutions A bottle of glue – for broken promises A roll of paper – for cracks A camcorder – to capture...
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Bad Breath
“…Anathema attack” Abhorrent cough Odious wheeze Hateful rasp Offensive inhalation Evil constriction Repugnant chest Repellent gasp Abomination ventilation. Not much fun, Anathema attack. Yapparister –...
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When I died
“Desperate for a final glimpse of the life,eternity is poised to erase” In death I stand Beside a house Lodged in the darkness And press my face to a window Seeing only silhouettes I strike a futile...
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Angster Rap
“I, am a teenage angster…” I, am a teenage angster A frustrated mid-twenties gangster Words for bullets – obviously Expletive explosives don’t f@ck with me With wit as sharp as a knife I’m in your face...
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A dollop for the masses
“Mostly nonsense – zumpinequanger!” Coax the words out from the pen Slap and shake them out again Splurging, surging, oozing out Patterns form, some rhyme, some shout Sometimes short, sometimes longer...
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Guest Poetry – Kevin Stubbs
Guest Poet – Kevin Stubbs At the end of the garden, In the outhouse bog, I sit, unlit. Red-gold rays of the retreating sun Crawl through the cracked and weathered window frame. This old man will...
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