Hunting Foxes even if cameras are trained on them

Their arrogance is obvious
They have this point of view
That those of us who will never hunt
Have nothing much to do but spoil their considerable pleasure
Of chasing wild life sick
And being seen as gentry
Whilst actually being thick

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Victims of fox hunting

Nasty bits of work
Whether horse or hound
Fox lovers are sworn at
And foxes if they are found
Are torn to bits and harried
This is what hunts do
Harm our wonderful wild life

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Hen Harriers

A beautiful bird the Hen Harrier
a small bird of prey
Seen over marshes
and grasslands
Intensely persecuted
they
Found on driven grouse moors
Often gliding low
meadow pipits and voles they eat

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Females and compassion

For a female to treat another female
In such an uncomfortable way
It actually and honestly sickens me
To share this my dismay
At realising farming of dairy shouldn’t be
For its Sacrificing kindness
for profit actually

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A typical slaughter house

Hold your breath
Watch his dance of death
Cutting up pigs
A way to go
A sharp knife
An end to life
This is why the pig did grow
Bacon, spare ribs
Sausage and mash
On a hook done in a flash
he is no shirker
This slaughterhouse worker
Dealing in death
Don’t hold your breath

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Poor cows

Towel jack COW restraint
Imagine the picture that does paint
Prevents retaliation
From the cow
So no Salvation
Enslaved and restrained
Bloody well drained
Right across the Nation

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Trophies should be banned forthwith

Importing parts of animals
Murdered by hunters who
Want to ogle over trophy parts
actually it’s true
How cruel and offensive is this action
The U.K. should prohibit these for we
Must pay respect not use their parts as
Souvenirs
Ban the trophies

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C

A flower holding such beauty
With a true scent of the forest
In which it resides
Its true to everyone
Who has the power to
See it in its glory
And I know for an absolute fact
The extent and quality of you as that flower

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Experimenting on animals

Experiments on animals
Just to profit for the few
Torturing them
So painfully
Really what we do
Is support the monsters
Profiting from the pain
And karmically you wearing clothes
To my mind is insane

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If you eat dairy read this

A loving mother
Is what you see
Chained up imprisoned yes daily
Raped and given time for birth
Then the baby kidnapped
For her worth
Is the godly milk she does provide
So humans can drink it
The calf denied
Enjoy your chocolate your custard too
Enjoy your butter and cream
It’s true
Choosing dairy is infanticide
And you are the culprits

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Ash a tragic little story. 🐈

I was born a tabby cat
In Newcastle that’s me
My life was pretty comfortable
Until I met her
She
McNally
An animal behaviourist
She said gleefully
She was full of anger
And she took it out on me

Tragically Where I had come from
Was a lovely calming place
They understood

The deep ness in my soul
And showed me Grace

This 22 year old creep
In fact out of control
Angry she was on the edge
A very complex soul
frightened me from the offset
And stole my life from me
In a fit of anger
And I understand that
She

got a suspended sentence
Which seemed so underhand
I am Now in Heaven
I have reached the Summerland

“Where I found out about my name
It
Came from the Hebrew
“Asher” meaning Happy”
And I guess I am happier here🐈

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Beating up little lambs getting them into the slaughterhouse

Transporting baby lambs out to the slaughter house
Already they feel fear and anxiety
Herded and on arrival of course they just don’t want to go
So they pull them by their ears or tails you know
Brutal vile inconsiderate oafs they sadly
Swear and kick and make them go inside
The animals smell the death of many relatives
But can’t hear their cries which the meat trade doth provide
Cruelty on tap it’s just so easy
To frighten little animals you see
And the carnivores they tell us about the lovely meat they eat
Forgetting the long term results,
yea karmically.

On Facebook they come and think it’s pleasing to hear their exploits with eating baby animals

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Killing animals in slaughterhouses

Animals have hearts and minds
Godly creations they
All well aware
From sight and sound
What’s happening to them the day
They are carted off for slaughter
The smells the blood the noise
Being manhandled hearing others
Is not one of life’s joys
It instils in them such fervour
Fear taints their very soul
Tortured at the point of death

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Taking a pair of sheep to the lairage

Sheep are very sensitive
They feel bad and they know
When they are going to be slaughtered
Knives sharpened yes on show
Nothing left to chance for them
A frightening prospect they
Have to come to terms with it
What else can I say
Except how bloody cruel it was

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Abusing monkeys by experimenting on them commercially

Continue reading

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Sheep made ready for slaughter

Tied up uncomfortably
Tortured in fact
Sheep do feel pain
How people react
To the vile means of containing
These beautiful souls
Allocated for killing
Meeting the goals
Payment for slaughter
You see it you feel
It’s entirely cruel
To actually deal
In such a way
With innocent animals
Who put their trust in us

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Warriors of conscience

The military believe it or not
Seemingly
Changed their tack
And say sorry
Saying they failed us
At last it feels real
To the marines and the sailors
It feels they reveal

To those of us sacked
And made scape goats of
They
For refusing the covid injections
Our pay
And our future was ended
And now what you have done
Is man up at least
Though To some it may stun

But truthfully
Admitting that we were so right
It’s about time
For you to see the light
Dismissing us really
A factor thats true
And accept it was valour
That did bring us through

Yes powerfully made
With bounden duty
Our refusal was laid
By the military
After our blood
And now that you see
Our Inescapable duty
Was not contrary

Our code of honour
Stood us in good stead
Our moral high ground
Has finally led
To feel obligated
To pardon us we
We’re bound by honour
and true history

Being ethically moral
Whatever the threat
Is richly-deserved
If in stone it is set
Due consideration
At least now we feel
Able to hold our heads high.

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The Magic Lantern Cinema

Once a row of tumbledown cottages
Then an assembly rooms did stand
There since 1893
Until ofcourse they planned
To open a small cinema
In 1930 they
Created one to serve the town
Of Tywyn along the way

With its SONY 4K digital
With Dolby surround sound
Wide spaces in between the rows
And food served, as I found
It’s quaint and very special
Showing films to day
Standing back in Corbet Square, me thinks
For those who are aware

It’s a very attractive frontage
A bold red, none can miss
Inside the friendly staff to serve
Adding to the bliss
One feels of such a venue
Above a host of electric bulbs
A truly eclectic place
Wistfully returning souls
Through time’s soft embrace

Drove out from Dolgellau
On the coastal road
Following the Estuary
Clearly It did bode
Well for a really a nice day out
A film and coming back
The sky lit up with sunlight a glorious
Hanging o’re the sea
A heavenly picture painted
For the onward bound to be
And To marvel at its beauty
It’s miraculous display
The Welsh are very fortunate
As was I today

My friends were Ann and Peter
Caring souls they be
They kind of took me under their wing
As a constancy
Sharing their fine temperament
Helping in every way
To give me a really special journey
And an exciting day

The film was about Shakespeare
1564 he was born
His lady wife
Some eight years before
Two children one sadly who died
The story of their lives
She the daughter of a forest witch
And we know his work survives

Poets and playwrights
Layer ideas
Scribe all their hours
Amidst their own tears
So much emotion conjured expressing
Much of their life
And sadly confessing
Wild adaptations tragic events
That really test time
Though in essence make sense

I be a poet
I scribe every day
I use a blog
For that’s a fine way
Of getting the thoughts out
And sharing a life
Which today saw such beauty

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A father’s plea ignored

Listening to the testimony
Of a father
With a daughter of 14 years old
Who
he tells
The police she is being held
In a house against her will
Not once
but several times
And they just remain still

Offering up a host of futile answers
Derbyshire Police
Eventually confirm
They have been in touch
And she is with her friends
Imagine that will you
Left her with the grooming gangs
That was the thing to do

Imagine that
These criminals getting away with this
A minor in great peril
Someone’s taking the piss
Which ever way you look at it
Such negligence is high
These officers were they stupid
themselves?
the obvious risks were high
The more I think about this
It’s a most regrettable tale
Whoever was responsible
Deserves to be in jail

Anything could happen
In England! can we believe
That the police have been
So negligent
well it
Shocks us to the core
Declining to police the crime
And to utterly ignore
A father’s cry for help
With groomers on the prowl
She was a 14 year old child
And the crimes reported foul

And now we know the outcome
The evidence is rife
These vile men they were grooming her
For sex
The vilest strife
That any child
should go through
And the police they turn away
Can‘t
be bothered and fail to care
What is left to say

A parlous situation
So vulnerable was she
Beset with utter evil
Undefended actually
Heavy odds to contend with
And Authority turns away
And leaves a child in jeopardy
Then the culprits have to pay

Rupert Lowe is on the case
Thank goodness

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China

China is a massive country
It’s energy bills must be
Pretty high
They pump it out
Manufacturing’s high
Every bloody country
Expects their exports to
Be good and cheap and shipped on time
But Britain doesn’t have a clue

We are minuscule in area
But our government is nuts
Fuel and oil and gas and water
They take us all for mutts
The North Sea and the coalfields
Could see our bills come down
But they bloody well talk big about
Green taxes it’s the clown
Milliband excited by the wind the rain the snow
Windmills solar wind power
He wants all that to grow
We are paying through our noses
Unlike the Chinese who
Are pumping the solids and the C02
They are of course communists
In England Labour rules
In the last 12 months the countries fallen
It’s being run by fools
Who all live in their mansions
Whilst the people struggle on

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A year in the life of an Osprey

It happened in Latvia
Not long ago
A camera was fitted
To watch the show
An Osprey family
High in the crown
Of a tree in a forest
It’s a long long way down

All kinds of branches
Hefty and thin
Weaved into a nest of sorts
Great magic they spin
With their big yellow eyes
Observant they be
Taking turns to sit briefly
On their eggs
1 2 3

Coming and going
All of the time
Chirping like crazy
The way that they climb
About on the nest
With the eggs lying there
Be sat on and tread on
Way up in the air

Caution to the wind
With a vast kind of howl
Backwards and forwards
The two of them prowl
Fetching fresh fish
For their high tea
With resolute courage
So High in the tree

With their colourful feathers
Flapping about
It takes ingenuity
Without a doubt
The hen and the cock
Are pretty big birds
Affectionate playfulness
I’m lost for words

Out of One of the eggs
A fluffy grey soul
Looks like a dinosaur
Its risible role
On the edge of the nest
Is to stay put and feed
On the fish being brought
Satisfaction indeed

It starts to rain
Heavy drops everywhere
Perched on the twigs
A family who share
The comings and goings
They do seem to be
Soaked to the skin
So unfortunately

The excitable pair
A fidgety craze
Nervous and skittish
Each passionate phase
Feelings running high
Each fish that was caught
Got bigger and bigger
Elation in short

They have a large wingspan
And flap them a lot
Backwards and forwards
Sat on the spot
Loving in some respects
And attentive pair
It must have been cold up there
I am aware

Sitting up in a hide
In what is heavy rain
Preening and feeding
A chick half insane
Ripping the slivers
And fed beak to beak
The baby was growing
Bigger each week

A bountiful harvest
And generous size
Backwards and forwards
Down from the skies
Fish after fish
Broth spurting high
The baby soon ready
To actually fly

Fledged it’s remarkable
What you can see
With a camera perched
On the top of a tree
In a wind that’s just howling
They are jostled about
Their single mindedness
Without a doubt

It Keeps them unnerved
In an unwavering way
Undiscouraged in fact
To each passing day
Their penchant to succeed
Wildness their strength
Unbidden free will
An impossible length

Of commitment affirming
The family asserts
The future is a good one

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Meat eating karma

Even the Osprey
A lion
Or a shark
Prefer eating fresh kill
Their karma they park

They perform their own kills
Whilst our karma is stark
It is eaten alive
In the main there’s less strain
Which is how they survive
So many humans who mimic these souls
Eat slaughterhouse torture
Degenerate trolls

Eat after many days
And often preserved
Like bacon and ham
And nitrites that jam
Up our organs and brain
Slaughter house workers
Torture they do
Pesticides powerful
Glyphosate too

Human shit spread on the fields
Yes each day
Nitrates and nitrites
And palm oil at play
And cadmium and lead
In our chocolate now high
And chem trails and 5 g
Coming down from the sky

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The first of the seasonal festival days

Imbolc a time when the new born lambs
Eyes
On opening see the wintry skies
Their mothers in milk
A first creamy meal
The first festival day
Introspection and renewal
Is how we reveal

In the earth we see snowdrops
Crocus and more
The tall daffodils
Golden petals the raw
Winds and the hail
And perhaps even snow
A seasonal festival sabatts aglow

With a purposeful energy
Brighid we know
The goddess looks favourably
On the livestock below
Half way between Winter Solstice
And Spring
Where Introspection and Renewal
Does so surely bring

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Animals deserve so much more from us

Mind you what I’ve heard
Are animals dying
Tortured to death
It’s just DEATH defying
My hopes for your spirit
What is neuralink
Brain implants and all that
Takes me to the brink

Elon musk

How can you allow this
Sheep,
pigs and apes
Even rats and mice
All of these shapes
Tortured and broken
And killed off for good
When we all know it’s bad
And nobody should
Frighten so woefully
Wildness galore
So paralyzed people
Can walk
No what’s more
Gertrude the pig
And so many more
Are not breathing sir
Thanks to you ANY MORE

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Neuralink and experiments on animals

Mind you what I’ve heard
Are animals dying
Tortured to death
It’s just DEATH defying
My hopes for your spirit
What is neuralink
Brain implants and all that
Takes me to the brink

Elon musk

How can you allow this
Sheep,
pigs and apes
Even rats and mice
All of these shapes
Tortured and broken
And killed off for good
When we all know it’s bad
And nobody should
Frighten so woefully
Wildness galore
So paralyzed people
Can walk
No what’s more
Gertrude the pig
And so many more
Are nit breathing sir
Thanks to you ANY MORE

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I am with you Elon

Don’t let them get to you
Making you sad
Your a man of your word
It’s them that are bad
Your great intelligence
Your heart of fire
Your resolution
An eternal pyre
Rocket propulsion
Spirited flight
I am with you Elon
And it all will come right

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The Eurasian Lynx

Hiding in plain sight
The Lynx
Is quietly coming back
With It’s wildness it’s apparent
It has to take some flack
From farmers and land owners
But Bohemia, the place
Showing ice and frost suffice
To compliment and Grace

Some of Europe’s forests
And there the Lynx survives
A dense coat, keeps the cold out
With large soft feet it drives
His waking heart to hunt here
From a female , she
Has a bunch of children now
And she independently

Lives apart,
It’s the Lynx way
And looks after her brood
Every few days has to kill
Her hunting prowess shrewd.

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Carpets

At nine o’clock this morning
The Idris van was here
David and his friend
Packed full of Carpets
It was clear
I had woken up so early
I thought I heard a yell
Imagining I had overslept
But on checking
I heard a bell
At nine not five o’clock
I kind of got it wrong
Got over excited
But on checking it was early
It must have been a dream
Clearly the excitement
Expectant of his team
Coming to Awelfa
To carpet and to be
Using all His magic
Which he does so expertly

Carpets and landscape vinyl
It was going to be
A wonderful improvement
On the staircase too
I see
Wider treads and softness
And genuine English weave
Soft and warm and wonderful
Now I can believe

The house is decorated
It’s looking princely and
Genuinely beautiful
Absolutely grand
David is an expert
A really genuine guy
So Calm and collected

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The King Tree

Standing close to
the King Tree
Coed y Brenin forest park
At Tyn-y-Groes
It makes it’s mark
Seemingly it knows
The river whitens at that point
Over the boulders below
This massively impressive tree
All these years did grow
An amazing circumference
Straight up to the sky
Imagine the energy
All those feet
So high
Surrounded by a cluster
Of comrades one and all
It really takes your breath away
In its kingdom it doth rule

A Douglas Fir
A giant stare
Internal circadian clock aware
All these years and weathers we
Experience it’s instancy
How it communicates every day
It’s huge roots thrust
In its regal way
It’s what it is it’s how it grows
Across the years
It’s what it knows
An individual a trunk so round
Rooted firmly in the ground

On the path where I now stand
Having walked a while
On forest land
The whimsical water down below
Someone’s dog entered its flow
Fetching a branch and curiously
Puffing away in front of me
In this forest of giants
An enthralling time
Worthy yes of the simple rhyme

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The Lynx

farmers and land owners
Can’t see beyond
Their noses alas
Being not very fond
Of the idea of predators walking about
Predating on deer and boar
There’s no doubt
We need them, their solitary
And what they will do
Is spread a bit of fear about
Which is then true
The victims will move
Not eat every leaf
And all the young saplings
It’s beyond belief

No wolves and no bears
The champions who
Predate and control
The herds it is true
We need them for balance
Like the Scottish wildcat
Doing it’s naturals
That’s where it’s at

In these forest abroad
Great tall firs reach the sky
In Norway and Elsewhere
Their progressively true
To themselves to environments
That’s what we need
Bringing back balance
For us to succeed.

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