It took someone smarter than me to figure out the plural of haiku.
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Do any poets use the cut up technique Bowie used on 3 albums i think in the late 70's. I think it's a bit like random words out of a hat sort of thing. please feel free to correct me if i'm wrong.
I'm going to see the Staffordshire Hoard (Anglo Saxon Gold)tommorrow at the Potteries museum can't wait anyone else seen it yet.
I have been looking for this for ages
love this poem
Simon Armitage
Ten Pence Story
Out of the melting pot, into the mint;
next news I was loose change for a Leeds pimp,
burning a hole in his skin-tight pocket
till he tipped a busker by the precinct.
Not the most ceremonious release
for a fresh faced coin cutting its teeth.
But that's my point: if you're poorly bartered
you're scuppered before you've even started.
My lowest ebb was a seven month spell
spent head down in a wishing well,
half eclipsed by an oxidized tuppence
which impressed me with its green circumference.
When they fished me out I made a few phone calls,
fed a few meters, hung round the pool halls.
I slotted in well, but all that vending
blunted my edges and did my head in.
Once I came within an ace of the end
on the stern of a North Sea Ferry, when
some half-cut, ham-fisted cockney tossed me
up into the air and almost dropped me
and every transaction flashed before me
like a time lapse autobiography.
Now, just the thought of travel by water
lifts the serrations around my border.
Some day I know I'll be bagged up and sent
to that knacker's yard for the over-spent
to be broken, boiled, unmade and replaced,
for my metals to go their separate ways...
which is sad. All coins have dreams. Some castings
from my own batch, I recall, were hatching
an exchange scam on the foreign market
and some inside jobs on one arm bandits.
My own ambition? Well, that was simple:
to be flipped in Wembley's centre circle,
to twist, to turn, to hang like a planet,
to touch down on that emerald carpet.
Those with faith in the system say 'don't quit,
bide your time, if you're worth it, you'll make it.'
But I was robbed, I was badly tendered.
I could have scored. I could have contended.
Pace was good
Was going well
Pushed too far
Tried too hard
Couldn't ease off
Wouldn't just rest
Spoilt good work
On the edge
Now must rest
Without my fix
One misjudged day
An amateur mistake
Pay the price
My Achilles found