Monthly Archives: December 2016

Emotional

Emotional What makes me so emotional Its so easy to cry For tears to fall My olfactory Creation has become A damnation Its now very embarrassing for all I can smell stuff on fhe telephone And smell stuff on TV … Continue reading

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The forest of angels

Behold the timeless forest Great drama we may see The players clad in their own skins Coming out to be Themselves among the sentinels The dancing spirits who Shake their leaves like tambourines To the beat thats often true There … Continue reading

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Beside the river

Being blind has never stopped us seeing For though my eyes see darkness In my mind is so much light It floods into my consciousness And my imagination Honestly it now is at its height Beside the river I can … Continue reading

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Thoughts of a tethered owl in a Japanese retail store

Walking on two legs With two soft downy wings to fly Into what is freedom The vastness of the sky At once with a philosophy A consciousness A need Unlike the Japanese retailer Who just wants to feed His profit … Continue reading

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A Ritual drama

Let the forest make our ring Sentinels of time that bring An ebullience home to passers by The impressionable the romantics Why? Do robed souls find the need to go Into the forest, I dont know Rituals on a winters … Continue reading

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My father

that coat was thick and heavy He oiled it, I recall And it was always on the brass hook Hanging in the hall He wore it in the forest Which he took me to each day One particular spot he … Continue reading

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Love knows no bounds

A bleak and frosty Railway track A bitch and a dog in pain The bitch is clearly injured And can’t move And its insane By anybody’s standard But her friend he stays there too To comfort her And to love … Continue reading

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Research painted on whaling ships

The Japanese push science Painting research on their ships And harpooning the precious whales On their living trips Through the Southern Ocean Where Australia should be Putting in an appearence But its not something we see At the IWC they … Continue reading

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Take us home

The ocean is a graveyard Where resentment and detestation Follow us and smother us Whatever the location Just a soup of agony Besetting all we see And we get no warnings To a virulent degree We suffer how we suffer … Continue reading

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Phagos

A graceful BEECH In silence stands Frost decked branches No demands From wind today It all is still Its majesty is Now to thrill Stalwart in a ripe repose Taken for granted Though it chose To offer oxygen Everyday And … Continue reading

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a bee’s lament for a coming year of more slavery

Our golden trumpets Blessed by some The frenzied bumbles Who may hum The refined sugar That was left Instead of the bounty Of the bereft How much we slaved Collecting, we Covered in adversity Miracles they were the Bee But … Continue reading

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Willow

She dances at the water’s edge Willow her cascading arms Suddenly her magick speaks An elegance of worldly charms Her fashion sense seems all prevailing Her symmetry was never failing A real enchantress who doth share Her bonniness and graceful … Continue reading

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Which witch

Fly agaric Stippled red Smear the cream Is what she said Having loved her Through and through I Drank from the cup I thought was dew Flying over the trees Today My heart gave out Well so they say Slumped … Continue reading

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Another day

I shall not ever Leave my room Again My car can rot and rust And i will write For evermore In the wisdom of my disgust Punched and hurt in every way Only my words Are now in play She … Continue reading

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Crone

Each line Brings forth a memory What has she done Some eyes might see The forest is a restful place All this mirrored on her face The crone a women Lost to grief Clearly though Feels some relief In standing … Continue reading

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Where

Where ere it be It be and where The sentinels are there To share A winding river Giver True Of its reflections Old and new

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Dogsbody

Carrion flies were convinced already The little mut was gone. lying under the wheels she was Out on the road upon In all sorts of shock and awe Breathing not like she should Wrapped up in a blanket By an … Continue reading

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Rhino horns All I want by Kodaline

They come to us in the dead of night Of course my friends that can’t be right And if they had any sense they would Go back home because they should We are prehistoric souls Answering our many roles We … Continue reading

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Who you calling bird brain?

Who you calling bird brain mister? We are Kea’s and we know We are alpine parrots With a lot of stuff on show Just gander at our tuxedo’s Rainbow feathered, we With an olive background And with aquamarine you see … Continue reading

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“WHIO” they made the bank notes

Fearlessness is theirs to own Intrepidity they would hone In white water from on high Swirling glacial water why? These blue ducks whole families do Take on the unnerving waters blue That crash on down the mountainside Where even babies … Continue reading

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Curiousity

The kiwi never learned to fly With a long beak You might ask me why Along the sands she wanders free Like a pensioner yes actually Her beak is like a walking stick In many ways taking the mick Out … Continue reading

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GEORGIOS

MIll Cottage empty now Goring is where silence reigns The twenty fifth of June He came to be The twenty fifth of December Sadly he Closed his eyes Within himself to be George Michael left to roam Eternity Flowers now … Continue reading

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Life in all its splendour

Delicate activity The kingdom of the forestry Sprouting life that honestly Is searching for a soul Dewdrops hang there earnestly Savouring the sanity One small branch So nonchantly As beautiful as it can be It emits its own direction Truthfully … Continue reading

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Weaver

Leave him be The faceless me The words are where My love I share I walk with you I talk with you I do believe I spirit weave Come close and say Be mine today Dont walk away Come share … Continue reading

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A path to somewhere

Imagination AUtumn’s sweet repose Dappled leaf cover A path that just goes Into the mist Where the birches now grace Where the froglings all mutter And are lost without trace Swallowed up by the litter The leaves wet and true … Continue reading

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Forestier

The church is my forest The forest my church Lay under a spell And there she will perch sanctioned to surrender A potion of dew A notion of sap as we wrap On into She is Never excessive Expressively so … Continue reading

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Draft steven tyler and slash 2014 version

Ah yea yea yea Ah yea yea yea Piano Yea yea yea yea We are here full of life full of vigor Death camp doors looking now so much bigger The truck has gone We’re so fond of life in … Continue reading

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Draft bob dylan version

Swimming passed Taiji we found The banging boats were all around Overhead they seemed to be Prisoners in our own sea Bang bang banging on Neptune’s door BAng bang banging on Neptune’s door oh our heads were really sore BAng … Continue reading

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Please save us

Seaworld and the lot of you Who keep us in your tanks We swim in each others urine and poo So from us you get no thanks The tricks we do They profit you Your balance sheet and we Are … Continue reading

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Wild life

The ignorance of the hunter Is apparently An unconscious state of being Where insensitivity Incapacitates the person An such ignorance creates A malady of savageness Just one of our traits Being unscholarly Unbeknown to them they all become Indifferent to … Continue reading

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