cause and effect

Dictatorily cloning the children

in their own misshapen parental image

enforcing samespeak

disallowing them all

to become the gift

that each one is



© Stef Wilde 22nd May 2016

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Quadruple 6

Haiku; (5-7-5) Cat


Stealthily slinking feline bird killer

Miaowing milk lapping hissing dog hating mouser

Furniture scratching night time prowler




Haiku; (5-7-5) Hills


Risen giants in verdurous clothing

Sky reaching elevations occasionally wearing cloudy hats

Shale and boulder patched uplands



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Quadruple 5

Haiku; (5-7-5) Beached.


Barnacle encrusted misguided spouting submariners

Dying drying out Moby mountains of blubber

Liquorice lips in downturned postion.



Haiku; (5-7-5) Canals


Elongated pathways of barged waters

Duck and Swan'd liquid roads intermittently locked

Excavated earth tons fluidly replaced



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Safe? marooned?

I have this uncertainty

whether or not

to drown

in the sea

of your love.


My heart

will not swim

in doubt

of what

lies beneath

its surface.


Leave me

like this

for now

on this


of indescision.



I must bide

until the truth rises

and unifies.





© Patricia Wilde April ...

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praising toleration


so harsh,so wild, doth the upper tempests blow

light,to thine eyes,falls dim

sunlight dismissed,dark full insists

in this tenebrous sea,all shadows here do swim.


Thunders terrible,rolling voice,lightnings fearsome flash!

clouds,rain swollen,unclasp their hold

though far below,is cursed this dire show

unrelenting ne'er less,high furies more loud unfold.



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typical siege

Head house

under attack once more

by the unforgiving baddies

no surprise there then.


Problem is

the forgiving goodies

are starting to drag their feet

arriving later and later.


ah well,time for a seminal break


while my positivity dresses up

in white robes

and reinvents itself as God

bringing shedloads of redemption.




why can't th...

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a love letter I should have sent

I know

my patience

will melt the ice

around your heart

slowly setting it free to find its way

to a heaven I am making for our eventual togetherness

until then my loves goes with you and my patience will never rest

my patience knows no bounds,my patience never loses,the needs of my soul won't allow it to.




© Stef ...

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Duping the duper

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Sly pretentions hid themselves

in the words she gave to this,my heart

she thought captured

that it would believe

they were messengers of love.


Her intentions,glazed with skilful deception

and perceptions,that I had become her fool

deemed to be poorly schooled

in the art of defence against manipulation


How deviously,she had sighted my inner lonelinesses


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curvature travelled

glory spent


dawdling sun

nearing full descent




wave broken paths

to the horizon.



of daylight



to the crowding empire

of night


paley illuminating

silvery tendrils unfolding




is the touch


to earths face.



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stitch THIS!

me,Stef Wilde,

one time kid of a fuckall childhood

probably concieved in some shit hole.

Brought up on too many thick ears,scroungings,left overs and corner shop shite

on rare occasions when dad had'nt pissed his wages up the wall.


Skinny can-kicking short trousered little bastard

in the days when arse wiping social workers were not in fashion

trying my best not to use th...

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Silver fruition

With the dust

of the days far flung brilliance

still in my eyes


I am at one

with night

the presiding Lord

of all darknesse's


ripening to backdrop

heavens glittering parades

those crystalline orchards


among whose branchings

has grown a glimmer

one that has always

shone brighter

than all


it is a beacon of hope

it is a guiding light


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Quadruple 4

Haiku; Hillsborough


Ninety six souls can rest

No more lies the whip comes down

Blue uniformed back red striped


Haiku; Common sense


Age prevails small wrongs uprooted

New tree's of wisdom begin bearing fruit

Consumptions of sweeter clarifications digested


Haiku; Shotokan Karate


Empty hands accurately striking weapons

Self de...

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Haiku; Juggernauts


House sized multiple wheeled giants

Gargantuan diesel'd deliverers of everybody's everyday needs

Crocodiling occupiers of inside lanes


Haiku; Flowers


Winters Summer dreaming sleeping seeds

Dressers to be in natures beautiful costumes

Eye and heart pleasing sunbathers


Haiku; Idiot




Front to back think...

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Sad cause without effect

Yet again

yet again

yet again.....zzzzzzzz

he's here



so weakly

attempting to clone

the thoughts of others

into his

mishapen way

of thinking










his own words

that could

and should

be put

to a better use

words that

must be


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Quadruple 2



Haiku; Off to see the Wizard


Dorothy sings of over the Rainbow

Scarecrow Tin man Lion and Toto accompanied

Yellow brick roadworthy Oz seekers



Haiku; Fledglings


Testing air as if water

Nervous on the wing trying half lengths

Little strokes before Oceanic flight




Haiku; Etheral singer


Cathedrals of cumulou...

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Quadruple 1


Haiku; anti-socialite

Bully cock of the walk

Ignorant thuggish dominator of his fearing neighbourhood

Dead head walking going nowhere.



Haiku; Sun and Moon

Players of hide and seek

Planetary giants being found by each other

In dark and light places



Haiku; Earth

Beautiful gift in our hands

Questioning our dubious considerations...

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Haiku; illegal logging

Going against the green grain

Not seeing the tree's only the wood

Taking the piss and the sap






© Patricia and Stef Wilde 19th April 2016 

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Haiku; Backstabber

Dodderering sheeperson wearing false friendship

Sharpening knife under cover of deceitful darkness

Dopey dithering dropper of gutless hints




© Patricia and Stefan Wilde 19th April 2016   

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Haiku; Prosthetics

Replacements costing arms and legs

Going out on various limbs of duplication

All taken in their strides




Patricia Wilde 19th April 2016

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Dallas Nightmare

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In my sleep

I see myself

crouching at the window

of some kind of library

a smoking rifle in my hands

people are running everywhere


somebody down there

in the back seat of a limo

appears to be dead


what looks like Mafia members and teamsters

are applauding me


suddenly John Kennedys ghost appears

laughing and whispering in my ear

Jack Rubys gonna...

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Haiku; Motorcycling aka getting a life

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Cubically capacitated spin doctors of speed

Mechanically born in engines

Roaringly instigating wheeled revolutions.




© Stef Wilde April 17th 2016

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Haiku; Dummy throwers

They can't stand kitchen heat

Others can and do so sociably

Such are the differences between mice and haikuists


© Stef Wilde April 17th 2016 

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Haiku; board game of days

Life takes Time

Time takes Life

Stalemates continue




© Stef Wilde April 16th 2016


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In the shadow of the swastika

Stalking those who are thought to trample on the worthinesse's of poetry

assumed to be joy riding its words and meanings over a cliff

there is a toothless dark beast

in his shadowed lair of pomposity and self righteousness,squirming.


Dressed up in fascist hatred

and ignorantly musing there,alone

will not let anyone less than master race perfect,be.


'What big foolish,...

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Being me

I have a realistic streak

of the here and now kind

look closely

and you will see

the truth I have acquired

from the books of life.


More precious to me than-



and bullshit.




© Stef Wilde 13th April 2016




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Gang member-Deceasing

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His crying out

only adds more ugliness to the scene

and becomes a self made requiem


With chaos in his eyes

and toy heroism gone

he is discovering how pathetic it was

to think false bravado alone

provided invincibility.


There was never going to be

a medal for all the savagery

dealt out by you to the innocents.


This is your inevitable prize

the bla...

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Justuselessscum (revamped version)

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(Remembering the Tottenham riots-apologies Mr. Blake)


And did those feet in stolen trainers run amok

on Tottenhams burning scene

and have the unholy screaming mobs on facebook later been?

and did the 'effluent' so incline

to shit forth upon our decent respected wills

and were the communities near unbuilt there

by manic scallies lacking social skills.


Bring them th...

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A cardboard boxes and binbags 'monster'

gathering cobwebs above

mountainous obsessing possessions

too many items I love


Dusty railed regiment of shirts

not one anymore considered a beaut

a stringless guitar,a flute without toot


powder puff smelling handbags

for a hand or shoulder they yearn

old Dansette record player

on which the hits no more will turn


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Barmy book titles (additions anyone?)

Before I make this list out

and concerning books

I would just like to tell you all

that after reading

'The Art Of Cake Shagging'

I was fucking discustard!


So here goes........

Inconvenience by Lewis Klosed

Don't eat there! by Francis Tewfrogged

Over in a barrel by Victoria Fawles

Handbag snatch by Percy Stowlen

Hit and run by Mo Down

Machine guns by Karl As...

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Logie box scholar

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As per,I attend

the air headed

Open University

of T.V.


Perhaps one day for viewing services rendered

I will be awarded a Master of Diminished Resposibilties degree

along with a Doctorate

in the absofuckinglute detestation

of big girls blousey football.


As long as I don't catch celebrity sickness

or get brainwashed by senseless soaps.


There again


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Haiku: Headlines

No bad news is good

but no good news is really bad

when no news comes....WORRY!

**** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****


Patricia Wilde April 2016 

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Haiku: Life

A limited payout of times currency

from depositries of clocks and calendars

that is put into a holed pocket. 

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oDd BaLL/ vIcTiM

Poor guy,poor guy.

The only one in his world.

Labelled village idiot

whose life has fallen around his ankles.


Lost boy to Mother.

Put paid to by Father.

Never seen at gatherings.


His mind skylarking

in the undetermined locations of a wandering mind

exhibiting its sad art.


Does he I wonder

in between fractions of a second

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Haiku: Death train

Black buffers loom.

Disbelieving passengers opening carriage doors

onto the platform of eternity.



Patricia Wilde March 2016

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Haiku: Maturity

(Dedication without obligation to Rob Mann)



Less green.




Patricia Wilde March 2016 

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Haikus:1-Firing up a poem /2-poetryfrying

Thought sparking.

Lines igniting.

Stanza's blazing.




Panning phrases.

rhymes relished.

verses sizzling.


Patricia Wilde March 2016

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Haiku: poet

Word pilot

flying in formulations

never landing



Patricia Wilde March 2016

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Little precious moments

that play out

when everything is alright

with the world.

Such a pity their freedoms

are short lived.




Stef Wilde March 2016

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Haiku: Schizophrenia

Dual controls.

Fork in the road.

Knives are drawn.




Patricia Wilde March 2016 

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Foaming merry-go-round

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Trousers twirling

Tea towels tumbling

Socks swimming

Knickers knotting

Leggings looping

Brassiere's billowing

Roll-ons rolling

Jumpers jumbling

Wrap-arounds rotating

Caps colliding

Waistcoats whirling

Tights tangling

Speedo's spiralling

Dust cloth's dancing

Shirts shimmying

Macks mingling

Pillow slips pirouetting

Dirty'ings digesting

Rinses re...

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Haiku: Choclate egg

Goldenly wrapped brown prison.

Childs hands.

Liberating Smarties.




Patricia Wilde March 2016

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Gawd bless 'mi rhyming dictionary!

Ablutionary dues

clothes and shoes

Kellogs, TV news

oh no! not you know who!

ugh! Prince Andrew

without a clue

makes me spew

other prog must choose

then,no time to lose

off to bus stop queues

passengers amuse

lift my blues.

Destination Lewes

enjoyed the views

called in at Sue's

swigging brews

exchanged smackeroo's

listened to Blue Bayou

and my ...

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As a kid

I have heard more than one wartime song;

"its a long way to Tipperary" for example,

a thousand or two,and then some,times

from my Father,or,

"pack up your troubles in your old kit bag"

from my Grandfather (both of which I hope will ring in my ears forever)


yet,for the life of me,I still can't do the footwork like these two oldies could

when we used to listen t...

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In with the out crowd

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Almost a look of apology

for being a wasted human

on her face.


Love is the missing word

in the dictionary of her mind.


She is one of many.

A backstreet girl.

Dreaming on victim.


Trying to keep one killing fix ahead

of lifes questionable pace.





Patricia Wilde March 2016

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Oh look at them!

and listen at your own risk!


There they are

chewing the fat at breakneck speed.

Talking about everything almost at once

neither of them giving their watches a glance

and at every short lived juncture

no expressions of exhaustion

no signs of lip pausing


speaking too fast

to correct improperly prounounced words

never coming up for air.


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Correctional rant

considering the term


'a word to the wise'


Unless the originator of said saying

knows something we don't


then I find the words meaningless

because in my opinion

the wise do not exist.


If they do,

then why oh fucking why

don't they get off their fucking intellectual arses


and stop this world

from speedily going

down the fucking toilet!


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Good grief!

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Here we are again

somewhat reluctantly

exaggerating our sympathies

in this sinless,sunless

incensed last stop

for the dead


trying to outdo

each others sad facial expressions.

Soundlessly mouthing

the first of many

long winded hymns

being dutifully lead

by the vicars

heavenly aimed voice

booming out

in an overbearing volume.


Then comes the ...

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Wooden hill

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As I was transcendentally meditating

up and down the Woodstock stair

I saw Timothy Leary-Jimi Hendrix-Maharishi Yogi-Jim Morrison-Janis Joplin

who were not there


they were not there yesterday

so I took some more lysergic diethylamide acid

and they came back




Stef Wilde 2016  

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Loving a troubled Mother

Overspills of your days into nights

were no stagnant pools

like your many outrageous hair colours

you outrageously coloured the rules


took out of life all you could not give back

directionless soul who trod the dark unknown track.

Your time was for dancing,always for personal fun

till gradually becoming trapped in the web  the guilt in your mind had spun

we discarded p...

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After striking a match

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Expectant open palms

lowered over the grate

as a little cheery smokey spiral ascends

to be scattered by icy winds.


From between kindle rafted logs

the ballet of flames begins.

Slowly the gaudy dancers

perform their combustible leapings and curlings

snaking around the dead wood

caressing it like witches fingers.


The crackling cacophony is under way


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