http://poetrylostock.blogspot.com/p/poetry-lostock-2012.html Poetry Lostock is poetry sailing down a river one childhood. Poetry Lostock is writing poems on the back of imaginary upturned boats. Poetry Lostock is invisible verse made transparent. Birds above the Lostock see birds inside the Lostock. Do you remember that summer? me you and the boy with the mad hair on a dingy...we ...

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MABEL: I am now faced with a difficulty Ursula, which is better perhaps to confess than gloss over.
URSULA: Oh Mabel, you must keep looking left and right into the indelible footprints of truth; unenticed by flowers; regardless of shade...we cannot accept poems just because she wrote them!
MABEL: But Cytherea is such a successful practitioner in the art of life.
URSULA: Yes, but they are ...

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MABEL. What are you doing?

URSULA. Listening to Lydia.
MABEL. That'll get you nowhere.
URSULA. She's no victim.
MABEL. She touches my evil.
URSULA. Was Jesus ever a teenager?
MABEL. That's a dirty question.
URSULA.Might be time to pack my bags.
MABEL. Got yourself some time to kill?
URSULA. Hurt yourself by pleasing me.
MABEL. You love playing the victim Urs!
URSULA.Don'...

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Swindon is twinned with Ocotal but it is also tenuously half-rhymed with Chicargo.

Swindon is challenging global poetry inequality.

Swindon Zoo contains the last known thesaurus in captivity.

All our pavements rhyme.

There is irony in our skyscrapers.

Swindon has more imaginary buildings than anywhere else in the world.

Work will soon commence on the Oasis Leisure ...

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I don't get to keep any (young) man for too long and especially when that Josie the Viking Princess steals (most) of my dramatic thunder. This Gorka the Great, swept into my cowshed and mangle life like a twin tub on double rev and Princess Josie got between us, like washing line sheets blowing in my egotistical wind...so, back to the bottom of the washing basket (no Basque men in there!)

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I don't get to keep any (young) man for too long and especially when that Josie the Viking Princess steals (most) of my dramatic thunder. This Gorka the Great, swept into my cow-shed and mangle life like a twin tub on double rev and Princess Josie got between us, like washing line sheets blowing in my egotistical wind...so, back to the bottom of the washing basket (no Basque men in there!)

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It's been a long time since I had a decent ice-cream and Daljit Nagra has invited me to the launch of  Tippoo Sultan’s Incredible White-Man-Eating Tiger Toy-Machine!!! with the promise of a Mr. Whippy!!! He's promised this pleasure before mind, so I'm going to keep him to it. I don't tend to leave Swindon on a whim. 'Bring rolling pin just in case the ice cream is too lumpy and needs smoothing ...

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