Monthly Archives: August 2016

3 witches

Shaded never faded eyes Aided such I realise Anastasiia Dasha Galina Beautiful boughs All the more greener Flowers in awe Petals too A basket of them Fresh and new Seated high on a great limb Out their really on a … Continue reading

Spike Thompson

Spike Thompson he has left me Nineteen pounds of joy My delightful one and only Lovely ginger boy 16 years of happiness With a lady we all know And now he’s at the rainbow bridge Where the crystal waters flow … Continue reading

The only white giraffe in the world

It’s her ermine blush It’s just that rush Of blood within my soul It’s her tapestry The light that be It’s under control That uniqueness she displays Bared and so unphased Accepted by the herd Who doesn’t say a word … Continue reading

Naïveté is never a strong point

How naive men are With their diets poor Rather than eat well They want to score They like to imagine They are kings in bed When reality kicks in More of them are dead From the waist down Almost to … Continue reading

Soul sisters an animal story

A memory of freedom Is a seed in the Loam When shackled and locked up Far from ones home Lost in maelstrom Of darkness and glare Bull hooked and screamed at By those unaware They are not mindful They know … Continue reading

All’s well that ends well a doggie story

The fear it sucks ones breath away What is it you can do The dog is down the deepest well His cries are reaching through Actually your marrow So much on edge are you Listen to the lamentation Which is … Continue reading

DNPW Zambia

Hunting is a vile disease Attracting such vulgarity A tastelessness so undignified Made up of true impropriety A hideousness beyond belief A repulsiveness creating grief An odious loathsome ravaged crowd Who live within their squalid shroud And Zambia is unaware … Continue reading

JOHN BARLEYCORN

A metaphor for the cyclic state Of birth death and rebirth John Barleycorn whose avid joy A grain with so much worth With rose coloured and gold lashes On the Andes you should see A grass grown in that windswept … Continue reading

The Keres

Fanged and taloned beckoning she Her bloody garments hanging free Spirits of the violent death On battlefields don’t hold your breath Ripping souls from those men who Took flight to death And thus did woo Were torn apart by bloody … Continue reading

Carnage

A black bear and it’s babies And some shooter asks CAn I shoot the lot of them In the limelight he basks A female and 4 cubs down Drowning in their blood And, the great white hunter Is face down … Continue reading