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Poem of the Day — Tipsee Tripped

TIPSEE tripped

 

A tarnished pot,

Green in copper fashioned history.

 

Trapped in transport café tea bag

Squeezed free of flavour

 

Brandy snap dragons, in rolled up slices

Hung out to cry

 

Investing bands of gold swathed in bathing clothes

Showing feelings towards complexity

 

Brass turned strings plucked from emotive wings

All sounds in hunting persona;

Mice kept in harbour paranoia.

 

A sea to taste attraction

Fact is open to steaming puddings,

 

Strange pinched people,

Endanger resolution

 

Mass of scantily carved dresses

Torn grievously

 

Truncated in corrugated cosmogony

A man’s world,

Chained to attacking trickery

 

Slither mercilessly,

Unperturbed by rubbish

Tattoo drawn to attract

 

Fetch a cold treat dipped in petrol free imagination

Who is the dream star

Sprayed on for show

Sitting next to a bucket

 

A flower of originality

Plucked

Beaten by falling emotions

 

Copyright PTL February 2016

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