dennis-lancet - Hello Poetry

I am pleased to tell you that we Can pay you Jobseeker's Allowance from 10 October 2014. You will get £57.35 a week.

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC

I am pleased to tell you that we Can pay you Jobseeker's Allowance from 10 October 2014. You will get £57.35 a week.

Under crisp and deathless winter mornings Ensconced in hollows in ash-grey burrs Wassail godhead de proprietate probanda; Here I left your voice last Supine In fog. A challenge; memory affronts in Spirals, sifting the useless to the Apron somewhere at the crown. This, rather, is where I left you. The rest is seasonal.

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Nov 14, 2013

Nov 14, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC

Nucleating Jasmine

Under crisp and deathless winter mornings Ensconced in hollows in ash-grey burrs Wassail godhead de proprietate probanda; Here I left your voice last Supine In fog. A challenge; memory affronts in Spirals, sifting the useless to the Apron somewhere at the crown. This, rather, is where I left you. The rest is seasonal.

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The brilliant stars sing my mystery eyes, and I am the Man Eater of Poonanai Sail away, Sail away, Sail away.

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC

Hit Miss or Maybe

The brilliant stars sing my mystery eyes, and I am the Man Eater of Poonanai Sail away, Sail away, Sail away.

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We put them into the microwave to dry out, That midsummer. The air cooled, High over the Chilterns, and we met The finished product Hit the North and Hit the Arcades

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC

Draining my Chemicals from your Solids

We put them into the microwave to dry out, That midsummer. The air cooled, High over the Chilterns, and we met The finished product Hit the North and Hit the Arcades

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Everybody knows Badger likes Mashed Potato Makes them into Shapes And Eats Them Every Day Why did you leave me behind

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC

B&B Five Miles Outside Wem

Everybody knows Badger likes Mashed Potato Makes them into Shapes And Eats Them Every Day Why did you leave me behind

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When I was fourteen I had a skiing accident Abroad The one thing I missed about England was Ken Clarke MP Come back early or never come Now I sit alone, drenched in your sister's sweat Today, we found two mixing pools But there'll be no prosecution Don't hit my cat, Daddy

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC

I want to see you sweat

When I was fourteen I had a skiing accident Abroad The one thing I missed about England was Ken Clarke MP Come back early or never come Now I sit alone, drenched in your sister's sweat Today, we found two mixing pools But there'll be no prosecution Don't hit my cat, Daddy

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Looking out of the kitchen window Stirring decaf all vaguary-prone and listless To the lawn, where, this morning, George, the Alsatian now deceased Frolicked amongst brambles. Before he went berserk. Before, Alas, I had to kick his head in; I am suddenly eight years old And lost, in Whitstable Castle. Around me, humans traipse And march their aching infants around Unknowing that I am lost. I cry out: "Father! Your child is missing, Father! Do you not notice? Can you not see?" My father, however, winds An unending reel of film On a now long binned disposable camera With his thumb. Raking through Fresh memories, a combing sound With never a click. His is absorbed, Cannot hear my cries.

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC

Heritage Lottery Dispute Kills Three

Looking out of the kitchen window Stirring decaf all vaguary-prone and listless To the lawn, where, this morning, George, the Alsatian now deceased Frolicked amongst brambles. Before he went berserk. Before, Alas, I had to kick his head in; I am suddenly eight years old And lost, in Whitstable Castle. Around me, humans traipse And march their aching infants around Unknowing that I am lost. I cry out: "Father! Your child is missing, Father! Do you not notice? Can you not see?" My father, however, winds An unending reel of film On a now long binned disposable camera With his thumb. Raking through Fresh memories, a combing sound With never a click. His is absorbed, Cannot hear my cries.

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Molluscs in Felpham on a humid June night; these are your friends and this is your village and I'm sweating more, since you lent me this lotion, Clive Anderson's Brut Romance Knock, knock, on my porch window And I will invite you, "swallow-down gentle my "frere j'accord dans l'hotelier". I can move any mountain.

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC

Wave goodbye to your canal holiday

Molluscs in Felpham on a humid June night; these are your friends and this is your village and I'm sweating more, since you lent me this lotion, Clive Anderson's Brut Romance Knock, knock, on my porch window And I will invite you, "swallow-down gentle my "frere j'accord dans l'hotelier". I can move any mountain.

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"Don't think of me; this moment, blot out this voice of mine. These looks irresistible to me though you are avert your gaze from mine. Consider, instead, A Memory in Teakwood Magnolia Wash; voices ring down a corridor, rising, and fading, fading and rising; or the spiralling diaphanous mystery of childhood", I said. She said, "Ooh, You don't half talk some ****

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC

All set for a pounding (chanson)

"Don't think of me; this moment, blot out this voice of mine. These looks irresistible to me though you are avert your gaze from mine. Consider, instead, A Memory in Teakwood Magnolia Wash; voices ring down a corridor, rising, and fading, fading and rising; or the spiralling diaphanous mystery of childhood", I said. She said, "Ooh, You don't half talk some ****

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I thought I'd be spear-heading A literary revival Instead I'm in Rugeley, Splashing the rain caught Underneath a loose kerbstone with my foot Where is my banksman?

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC

Song of Myself

I thought I'd be spear-heading A literary revival Instead I'm in Rugeley, Splashing the rain caught Underneath a loose kerbstone with my foot Where is my banksman?

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