The end of March

We are in England
At the end of March
The daffodils
Have learned to dance
up and down back and forth
They haven’t really had a chance
To look demure and beautiful
As Wordsworth might have seen
Thrown about it’s such a shame
The golden and the green

And now the hail and stormy clouds
Bring coldness every day
The Tulips peering this way that way
A colourful display
Taking on the squally winds
It truly is a shame
So resplendent in their gowns
But rarely in the game

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Rosemary for protection

The ebullience of the lilac spears
Clustered in one shower
Of blossoms rampant with desire
Dancing every hour
Magnificent impressions
Protective hideaways
March has seen a continued rise
Worthy of great praise
Fighting through the angry winds
And the falling rain
Bobbing sobbing and hob knobbing
With everything to gain.

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Still on about fox hunting

2004 the Hunting Act
A long time ago
Meant to curb the hunting monsters
Who think they are in the know
They get in with the constabulary
Who then turn a blind eye
watch the hunters riding out
Just Hear the hunting cry

The fat arsed port gut bellies
On tired old horses they
Chase the likes of red fox
About the woods each day
Breaking the law so good at it
Snubbing the locals who
Love the forest love the foxes
And are clueless to why they do

The rotten stuff called hunting
Uncaringly they go
About their dreadful shitty acts
As if they are in the know
Ignorant as the day is long
Animal abusers they
Will kill the fox and all its cubs
And they all just get away

It down the pub with a brace of birds
Bloodied from the foe
Drinking in charge of horses
Up the lane they go
The cops some turn a blind eye
Others are in the hunt
Brazen they are brazen
Pulling every stunt

Trail hunting another pile of rubbish so to say
We are not hunting foxes or cubs
Get out of the way
Clip clop down the local lane
Hounds to the ready they
Will tear a wild fox to little bits
If they get their way.

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Koalas need us

Beautiful Koala’s arborial souls they be
Australia likes logging
It’s done incessantly
Kangaroo island’s sighing
As trees are being slashed koala bears
Are dying
Their habitat is bashed
Ignorance and arrogance
Higher than before
Stop this shitty action
Koala’s don’t want war

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Gaza sign the petition

As Gaza crumbles
It’s people cry
Crushed and broken
Of course they die
Brazenly slaughtered without care
A wasted people on real despair
Brutishly the world looks on
Their supplying weapons
And upon
this mantle truly all we see
Is the children’s crying desperately

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Animals give their lives

A crumpled state of cruelty
A human whose depravity
Forced a working creature to
End up tortured his day through
Carrying loads profit based
Humanity again disgraced
An animal who gave his all
And died

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Honour and truth and courage

A man of courage
Whose dedication
To truth a remarkable
Adjudication
Assange a man of valour showed
The world really how much was owed
To honesty and dignity
And murderous activity
@GordonFielden
@VegansInAus
@DefendAssange
@Stella_Assange
@AssangeCampaign
@meersheimer

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Fox hunting with your child

These huntsman truthfully they be
Core driven it feels actually
Breaking the law subjecting us all
To the torture and killing
Of foxes their haul
Is surely objectionable
Bringing a child
Into the arena
Inscrutably wild

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Live exports to Indonesia

Australia where is your soul
100 cattle already dead
Live exports an anathema
A vile sea crossing and instead
Of care and attention just neglect
A voyage that’s doomed
The cows unchecked
Tossed about in violent sea
Busted and broken tragically

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Bull shit fighting

How does Spain carry on with fighting
bulls and running Bulls
The matadors
Crowds of sangria gulping fools
Pay to see the murdering
One after the other such applause
Healthy vibrant animals
All cut down to size
Stabbed and taunted
The undaunted
Right between the eyes
Frighteningly obvious
Vile and frantic fights
Stripped of all their decency
None of them have rights
Blood lust it is everywhere
The Spaniards their delight
In torturing and harming
The Bulls they need to fight
Cutting off their bodily parts
Watching them cough up blood
Children eating ice cream in the audience
A flood
of tears a mass of mania
Spain is pain is vile
Every single matador
Ought to be on trial.

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The squirrel men

They were in the Nations debt
Digging out a Badger sett
A dereliction of duty they
Violated us all in a way
Criminal behaviour
Conscience less
Unforgiving of the stress

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Snares in England

Snares deceit and evil
Ugly crimes of Ill
Treachery and duplicity
The cowardly do it all
Entering the wild domain
Covering up a snare
An insidious contraption
That no one knows is there

Banned in Scotland
Banned.in.Wales

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The poor old carriage horse

Such selfishness the egoistic
Drive the horses onwards they
Heavy loads and traffic
Stress and noise is in the way
Feathering their own sad nest
Whilst the horse must struggle on
Nefarious advances
Until a beautiful life is gone

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Our pet animals

We love them
Truly love them
They are part of family
When they pass, we sadden
It does happen eventually
Even to our human family
Eventually they die
But they decided what to eat
And actually know why

Pet animals are different
Human beings do
Make food from the animals
Out of the dead it’s true
Carnivores that’s humans
They eat the dead of course
Cows and pigs and sheep and fish
Some though won’t eat horse

But they don’t get a look in
Much of what they eat
Is the tin or pouched monstrosities
That in a nutshell cheat
Much is made of render
Conversion of animals Dead
Not very good for humans
But heat treatment it is said

Heat cook out the pathogens
Feather meal and bone
Blood and animal plasma
Fish meal fat to tone
Our pussies and our dogs and others
All sorts of recipes
Value added materials
Hopeful to appease

Our furry friends
And many waste a lot of it you know
Maybe they like the gravy
But a lot we have to throw
Out it’s very costly,
And we pay
20% tax extra To the government of the day

Our animals are given this
Stuff most every day
Goodness knows what’s in the tins
But then of course we pay
Some of us buy fresh fish and chicken
And give that to our pet
They now are getting humane flesh
Which may be dry or wet

Do we notice they get diseases
Cancer and of course
Many waste the so called meat
Not knowing the source
The label tells us one thing
The ingredients no one knows
And when they pass it’s to the vet
Where each of us then goes.

We tell ourselves we have to
Then put them to sleep
Actually we assist in killing
That sadness yes we reap
Satisfaction possibly knowing that there will
Be an end to their suffering
When the vet assists the kill

this a time of great reflection
When we ought to stay
Cuddle them and tell them
And show them our dismay
All our pets will perish
We know that we love them we do
And they love us back
And hopefully all through

So we must stay put with them
Comfort them and say
The vet is going to kill you
Eternal sleep okay
Stay with them and watch the death
Some will fight it they
Clamber off the floor I have seen them
Trying to get away

Pet food is like human food
Nutritionally our care
Balanced without chemicals
Really we must share
The better much less rendered food
From really god knows where
Love them with a tenderness
And Just be more aware

Of what the Corporations do
The stench of rendered meat
Anybody working there
No one can compete
It gets into their bodies
Into tissue come what may
And ruins their vitality
In a rather sordid way.

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Pilot whales

Forever chemicals
Faroese people
Know of the threatening streams
Tragically
For years they ignore us
Animal rights

people
They talk tradition
And now frantically
Cancers are showing up
Not just from mercury
PCB’s Fire retardant’s
Water Proofing as well
Eating carnivorous whales
A causation
Bringing us contaminants straight out of Hell

Sea birds like Fulmars
Their eggs and the Dolphins
Wind drying blubber
Is a problem and they
Should really have realised
Vile concentrations
Build up in bloodstreams everyday

We must stop all this killing
These drives are an anathema
Throwbacks to Viking days
We shouldn’t be
For now the forever chemical components
Are building and yielding
Straight out of the sea

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Shit for sugar brains

Scoundrels of the lowest kind
Fighting with the struggling mind
Men and women how can that be
Animal harmer we can see
Rowdy impressionable ugly brutes
Shit for sugar at their roots
Vile impressionists everyone
When the bloody day is done

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The TOR

Peer into the distance
What do we see
The Tor in the raw
Unmistakably
St Michael’s Tower
Takes centre stage
The levels stupendously
Are off the page

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St Michael’s Tower

As the hail tumbled down
On St Michael’s crown
The Tor took its turn
Each sighting we learn
How the universe operates
And we can feel
The spaces above us
are remarkably real

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The great TOR

The old gold rich and vibrant
From Heaven it be
The tower looked supreme
Evidently
The great Tor immense
A hill to acclaim
Every look proves a point
Glastonbury by name

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Harp Seals

For years they have been gifted
Beautiful Harp Seals
Nursing on the frozen wastes
Their preciousness reveals
Excitement in reality
But Canada is sick
Lacks the will to realise
Really just how thick
The government of Canada is
And the people for they should
Not wander about murdering them
How can that be good
Battering tiny babies
Busting up their skull
Dragging bloody trails along
No one on earth should

Murder babies in cold blood
Infanticide it be
Canada you sicken us
Your evil does for me
Upset hearts and minds abroad
Battered by the scum
hearing babies screaming
Knowing there are some

Lost in fact forever
Their skins sold off to those
Who will buy into seal skin coats
Thinking they will pose
A special clothing winner
Heartless government
Trudeau and his ugliness
The hatred for him grows

Seals eat fish we know that
God made balance and
Sharing fish is obvious
Right across the land
Canada it’s obvious your ignorance is immense
Leaving blood trails everywhere
Really makes no sense.

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Commodifying animals

Artificiality
Cruelty beyond the scope
Of thought and ethicality
Really babies have no hope
Kept on dirty filthy floors
Their trotters cut and torn
Piglets in a dark dark hell
Since they have been born

Their inner normality
Just stolen away
Instinctively their behavioural stance
They are made to pay
Kept in a hot and sweaty place
Clean water not a drop
No sweat glands it’s inhuman
Not cream of the crop

Left to hurt most of the day
Eyes caked up and sore
A prisoner of circumstance
Like no Angel before
Fed on slop and fly blown maggots
Crawling here and there
A lost soul in a filthy barn
With nothing but despair

And it’s going to end up
As bacon
I know that do you
All that pain and suffering
It’s demented what we do
To miracles of creation
Gifted by the gods
No farmer could ever create one
They are a all a bunch of sods

Margin and profit ratios
Are what it’s all about
Food in reduce the overheads
Be now in no doubt
A pig has momentous intelligence
And a way of life
All its many life times
And It doesn’t need this strife.

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To be a cow and wonder how

A female a mother with babies
That grow
They steal all our milk and our babies
You know
Raped in the rape rack
Pregnant we be
That’s what we are here for
Profit you see

A cycle of sorrow
Pain everywhere
Raped it’s just awful
Total despair
We give birth to babies
That are taken away
How we cry and lament
Yes every day

As time passes we find
Walking is hard
Everywhere’s painful
And we must guard
Ourselves from the farm hands
That kick us to make
Us get up and walk
Of course for their sake

Punching us kicking us
Stabbing our eyes
Our water is dirty
They are not wise
Torturing mothers
What have we done wrong
We are living beings
Part of a throng

Of others, the stables are smelly
As hell
They milk us to death
And we never feel well
The slaughterhouse beckons
But lifted we be,
dragged
Out of the barn
by a truck painfully

We don’t get respect
Just a kick, qand shit talk
And all because actually
We cannot walk
We are lame in such pain
But death is the way
They want our skin
For leather they say

The stench of death
It’s with us each day
Dragged onto a truck
And carted away
No respect for our form
Deaths coming we know
How now brown cow
It’s your time to go.

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Reformation

Making and selling clothes to people
On the money so to say
Spreading news of ethical trading
But using animals anyway
Cruelty beyond belief
Is irresponsible I can say
Leather cashmere Sheep’s wool
Alpaca
Are not the flavour of my day

Imagine a cow it’s biggest organ
Skin, abusing our true core
Killing cattle using their skin
Doused in chemical
It’s wearing thin

Sharp metal combs
Scraping their coats
Manhandling them
Those awful screams
Innocent goats suffering so
Awful nightmares
Teams and teams

Of murdering torturing ugly
Dealing
Carried out without true feeling
Sheep’s wool once again manhandled
Piece work shearing it’s not good
Alpaca wool another torture
People have misunderstood

Tease your hair catch it feel it
Imagine your whole body torn
It’s not sustainable
It’s egregious
It’s, ingloriousness
For sure.

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Masai. People

The Masai people so much courage
Colourful proud creatively
Work the pastures herding caring
Environmentally always sharing
Tanzania wants to welcome
Hunters of the trophy kind
Killing the gifted Acclaimed by many
I believe they have lost their mind
@WBTanzania
@Mercymasai3

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The Pier

Ethnic cleansing
Is going to be
One thousands strong
The soldiers plea
Build the pier
Out of rubble and
Ship out the gazan’s
From the land

Israel wants it all
Oil too
Gerald Kushner
Is going to do
As much as he can
We can say
To help the Gaza’s
Get away

Rotting bones
Of skulls we hear
Makes up the rubble
For the pier
Palestinians
Have to go
Israel’s spoken
As we know

Genocide it’s everywhere
War crimes they hang in the air
Murdering children and women too
That’s what Israeli soldiers do

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The Tor

A hazy pink sky
A deer running by
The TOR is for sure
The reason why
St Michael’s Tower
Hour after hour
Attracts footfall
And the odd shower

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In the land of the Giants

In the land of the giants
For Hedgehogs you see
We live in your world
Surprisingly
It’s awfully dangerous
Because we are small
We walk very slowly
We do as a rule
Humanity sadly
Seldom does share
So We the unseen
Have to be more aware

In gardens, in compost heaps
Leaf stacks where we
Can perish in bonfires
So easily
Out on the street
Through forested places
Cars driving fast
Put us all through our paces

We tend to operate
Later in the day
But life is extraordinary
That much we can say
0n woodland edges
Conifer Forests
Moorlands, in gardens
Often we see
Saucers of milk
Left out by you people
Tempting us but it never should be

Lactose is horrible
We cannot drink it
Yes it is tempting
But sickens us so
We prefer earwigs worms slugs
And beetles
God given foodstuffs
That help us to grow

Too many people these days
Concrete over
The lovely front gardens
Outside their front doors
That’s where they drive
Leave their cars
When they get home to
The beautiful gardens
Under the stars

Which Are disappearing
Dissuading us really
To stay in the parks
Where municipal spray
All sorts of chemicals
Vile and obtrusive
Cocktails of death
Keeping insects at bay

In the land of the giants
It’s really hard going
We need human beings
To help us a bit
At least remember
At night we are out here
Our very survival
Depends on it.

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Live exports of farm animals for slaughter

When animals are profitable stock
Living breathing care
It’s not a voyage to paradise
It’s a painfully dark despair
Transferred from grassy villas
Or perhaps a greasy barn
And crammed into a prison hold
Upon a raging sea
Rocked about and frightened
Disrespectfully

Standing in one’s foot print
No fresh air at all
Hot and stuffy
Noisy vile
For freedom it feels more like trial
An ugly uncomfortable undertow
You become cargo down below

Nobody cares you are on your own
Perhaps a herd load
You have known
A lot better but now you
Are made to stand
The journey through

Remonstrating breathing pains
Nothing to drink little to see
Standing fidgeting nothing gains
From lack of movement tragically
The sights and sounds of awful fear
Collective shit from ear to ear
Suffering and ugly pain
Nightmarish visions worked with strain

Cries and belching
Excrement
None of this is heaven sent
Torture guides the aching heart
Vehemently from the start

The worse for wear
It’s rapidly
Obvious upon the sea
Lousy air and dirty stalls
Diseased eyes the devil calls
Out to us on nightly sweats
It’s all added to the debts
We pay as animals bound to be
Slaughtered just ingloriously

Heaving this way heaving that
Feeling sick that’s where we are at
Bruised and buckled
Broken we
Chafed and sore so violently
Left to worry left to feel
Sadness all this is for real

We can hear our hearts
We can feel the pain
We sweat we are cold we are sick again
Worms and bugs a constant threat
The stench of life
They surly let

Us suffer off to god knows where
Living cargo such despair
The unruly souls of farming men
Who get their profit
And wonder when

Not how we are
Not how we feel
We are spent
They conceal
The gross ugliness we’ve become
The pain and suffering
All and some
Broken bones and death as well
On the ship consigned to Hell

Vomiting farting shitting pissing
Aching violently just missing
All the good things of fresh green grass
Of clover too
and our poor arses
Sore as hell
and maggoty
Flies just everywhere we see
Live exports the anathema
The hot dark violent
Searing scar
Deep in our bones we suffer so
Nobody cares wherever we go
Bound for the Middle East
That is where
Death and torture
Nobody’s aware
How we suffer
How we cry
So much pain
Not knowing why

Not caring even
They have been paid
We are part of the Live Trade

And are to be slaughtered painfully

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Spring Equinox

Day and night is balanced
Light and darkness be
A time of true awakening
Re-birth accordingly
Let’s plants fresh seeds
New projects dreams of what’s to come
New ventures on the horizon
Bees create a hum
Consciousness prevailing
Metaphorically
Gather flowers create a wreath
A Life cycle
Vibrantly
Spring is in the offing
Let’s take a walk and be
Part of the awakening
And the truest constancy
Just embrace renewal
Feel the unctuous need
All around the abundance
Reflect and let’s succeed
Breathe and absorb sweet Nature
Renewal is the theme
Visualise life blossoming

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Ashridge

A wallowing wandering tree
Before me
Clusters of branches
Spread adoringly
Basking in winter light
The be
The test of time dramatically
A windless day
A leaning trunk
Splayed and remarkable
It’s great roots sunk
Deep in the loam
Mossy and green
With an aching grey sky
To complete the scene

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