Open door,
Walk out front,
Listen to birds tweeting about laying eggs,
Look about,
Look right spot people hide,
Creep out a bit more,
Look left spot people,
Don’t hide this time,
Woman sees me and speaks to child,
Causes me to circle therapy,
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All’s fair in the love of farming,
The result be food for the table,
If you farm fair not,
Beware the Bot of correctness,
If you farm fair you have nought to fear,
4 what is it that you do wrong?
Nought I say for fortune favours the…
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At the table I joined,
There were 5 women,
I made six,
Then another man arrived,
Then another man arrived,
Then there were three men and 5 women,
8 is enough for any meeting,
Two apologies later the minutes were read,
There it was in black…
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K, See and the sun shining on the hair band,
We all live in a two village one,
With a hi hun,
And a bye bye baby,
We soak up the sun,
Ellingham half Kirby Cane Half,
We divide and join as much as is possible,
Once…
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Extinction might come to the proud one,
Long in tooth and bold in type,
A Tiger, a sabre toothed one,
Well might the one made of light glare bright,
The tiger did not take fright,
Just declined to notice, how bright the light did glare,
Fear is not…
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The Appointment
Today I sweat-ed whilst I toiled on the computer,
Coding solutions that no one could see,
All the time thinking of the Appointment,
Thinking not what should I wear,
Not should I shave,
Not should I wash my hair,
To be fair I did think how should I get there,
Like a bear obviously,
Wearing what I wore,
Not shaven,
Not…
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She be monster looking,
But gentle as a cool breeze she be,
Makes her way across the broad,
By string pull in and on the dead pool of night,
We as makers of Broad Bessie were her monsters,
And we blackened our faces so we could not be seen,…
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A sweet stop,
A place to hop,
On board the broom,
To zoom from what?
A place to play carefully,
And make you way through,
Sometimes you are scathed, true,
If you are go to a bar and,
look far to see me coz,
I…
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I have a packet of dates on my desk,
Next the telephone handset 802,
I have eaten some and remember in my hot car,
Squashed peaches and a fig of destiny,
Not one to be just scoffed,
And doth not you scoff at these words,
Truth in all these poems I write,
As the Biker Poet,
Lover of life and traveller of…
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