Lawrie Stuart Ronton Poems

O cold tingly morning,
don't stand and stare at me,
with those strangely shaped eyes.
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No food, water or food,
This is a Shortage.
Most dead from starvation,
Some from disorganised pyjamas.
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Cowardly, dash into place,
No mark see thee,
upon thy face.
Thy gentleman is trapped,
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The mystical boundary,
Been adjusted.
No martians left
to infiltrate.
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I am the slotted man,
with trees on his head.
Whilst the bird sings,
i stare at the sky.
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Not a hose,
Nor the old rose.
In the corner of the room,
It blooms.
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Only the fair few shall perish,
Over five thousand years it reigns,
The mosquito slaying,
Rabid poker champions.
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Oh my! I say,
Don't let them stay.
In the midnight rancid situations.
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Stoner brows,
Not like a cows. He calls
like the midnight owl,
he caws to the sky,
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In a powerful glamour,
He stands.
Broader than any loyal servant.
lay on the floor,
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