Monthly Archives: October 2018

Samhain

Frosty circumstances And sylph like avenues Droplets of pure heaven Samhain collects its dues From the spirited ancestral path At the thinning of the veil The great big door flops open And so begins our tale Eternal darkness lost in … Continue reading

Have a heart

A disembowelled heart Is bitten antagonistic I’d say A nauseous act A matter of fact But hardly a genuine way Of expressing respect For a victim That if not for you Still would be A soul in the forest Living … Continue reading

Moths

An element of naivety Thats, if you ask me I have always thought that Souls that fly And visit flowers Would be Assisting pollination To call a soul a pest Is an arrogance Beyond me But its something To attest … Continue reading

Trail hunting a toffs day out

Subterfuge and chicanery The order of the day Hunting without killing foxes Has to be the way Has to because the law Has changed And foxes must not be Chased around the countryside By idiots who be Often tanked on … Continue reading

“Remembering those that are missing”

Consciousness coupled with soul urge And a reasoning power seemingly Gives purpose and great understanding To deep thought and profundity Raising awareness to a mindful degree About murdered women and the missing That we See among the Indigenous And proud … Continue reading

Cristina Zenato

A women whose integrity And constancy is there So much moral fibre And ofcourse she is aware Of their place Within the biosphere Each and every one She has honour And a reverence For everything she has done A diver … Continue reading

The Duchess of Sussex and her meal in Melbourne

Now we see the precious Royals Consuming Kangaroo She’s pregnant and the bush meat Was hardly good its true Who in their right mind would risk this The great flesh trade of OZ Pushing Roo commercially Really just because It … Continue reading

Stonehenge a tunnel

Contrast what exists To what it will become A short excavation a tunnel That some Might see as essential But tragically They Have no eyes to feel Nor a heart to display A world heritage site Monuments galore Neolithic persuasion … Continue reading

Hunting on Islay

By her own admission She’s hardcore Whatever thant means But for me Anyone ambushing wild life Abandons good judgement We see beautiful stags Roaming freely And wild handsome goats And to feel That so called hardcore Hunting humans Are out … Continue reading

Eye to eye

With your ships with your planes Your computers My eyes they see Through it all I come from the depths of the ocean From a place Where your bombs often fall With your rockets your micro wave Weapons With the … Continue reading