Ostrich and the fashion houses

Imagine creating an Ostrich
A beautiful highly strung bird
Flightless but can really run
Remember my every word
Imagine who created this miracle
And why
Hermes and others have them murdered
Painfully they die
Yes ask your selves now why?

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Wild life corridors

Corridors of wild flowers
Glyphosate no more
The filth is in our urine
In our bodies yes we store
All these dangerous herbicides
That kill off wild life too
Let’s go back to wilding
It’s the only thing to do

Posted in A country tale, Butterflies, Glyphosate, Wild plants some call weeds bot not I, Wildness is our friend | Leave a comment

Arrogance at calf level. When draining bodily juices

Total disrespect for life
And of course for creation
Hanging calves to drain
Their bodily juices
An operation
Pulled out of the sickly farming
Strategy of ignorance
Ugliness personified
Torture in the extreme

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Where is truth

Where is truth
When manifesting lies
That creep&crawl
Lost in a maelstrom of desire
Where one might over haul
The light of an injustice
Inveterate & cold
Sunken in a icy stare
Searching 4the gold
Of stardom in one’s darkened hours
Proliferate if rare
Peculiarly aware

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Van Gogh

His bright blue eyes

they saw the world

In myriad perceptions

a quiet man

in so many ways

enjoyed his own reflections

 

loving flowers and  leaves and stalks

of collecting natural thoughts

an artist he was sensitive

just quietly going for varied walks

Registering the colours

and the light,   that brought strange hue’s

he had an in house magic

with oh so many clues

 

a ginger beard

a wild moustache

a pale skin, but his way

of putting down on canvas

what his mind had seen that day

others found  him maddening

A loner maybe he

enjoyed the kind of world he saw

and brought to life for he

 

a artist  on a journey

perceiving so  much more

than all the man made claptrap

that others saw before

on his own his brush and palette

and conjured colours bright

Van Gogh had sought within his dreams

To create  that special light.

 

 

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Tungurahua

Tungurahua or throat of fire

a strato  volcano  where

its in Ecuador  near Banos

It’s massive soul does share

an ominous commitment

having burst from within its core

many times apparently

a factor to not ignore

 

it towers over perception

16,000 feet

seeing it up close

it’s overwhelming it’s dangerous

it will unseat

any one who sees it

its surely frightening and

its beauty is for all to see

across this famous land

 

Ecuador  an amazing place

with so much going on

the Amazonian jungleAnd beaches

that have shone

bright lights of amazement

from the great azure sea

the mountains and the volcanoes

yes where I. Loved  to be

 

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Spring lambs just look at them go

Bouncing skipping baby lambs
On the hillside with the rams
In the sunlight leaping here
And there and upwards
Each does share
A life force soon to be taken away
For your fresh cooked loins and legs

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Glastonbury. (Withering daffodils)

The daffodils came early
Eager to be seen
At the base of St Michael’s Tower
Around the grassy green
They had struggled since the Winter
In the icy loam
But by now they felt just withered
Deciding to go home

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Expressing more humility for the underdogs of society

To sink to the lowest denominator
Searching4ways2hurt those who should be
Protected&helped not left on the street
Where so much unfairness we see
Government weakness evident
Disablement is never planned
Helping the underdogs really makes sense
Humility let’s take a stand

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Horse racing breeds owners who abuse to win

Rogues and vagabonds
Clearly
Own horses and we see
Them reforming ugly acts of
Awful surgery
Trying to inflate their chances
Of winning all the way
Torturing them and helping
To kill them every day

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To be or not to be

Where is truth
When manifesting lies
That creep&crawl
Lost in a maelstrom of desire
Where one might over haul
The light of an injustice
Inveterate & cold
Sunken in a icy stare
Searching 4the gold
Of stardom in one’s darkened hours
Proliferate if rare
Peculiarly aware

Posted in A tearful Rose, Abandonment, activism, Falsity, lying | Leave a comment

Let the children dream

Lovely children
Their future looks
Happy truthfully Daddy cooks
A wondrous meal of future’s he
Brings love and care to the family
A genuine balance the children seem
To actually prove
Their will to dream

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Increasing their profit they make chicken sit and soak in their own urine

Poultry farmers clueless
It’s profits all the way
The chickens are the prophets
Which breeds utter dismay
And so we cram the blighters in
Sitting in their pee
Then their killed and eaten
What the chicken eaters never see
Haha

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Pilot whales whole pods slaughtered by the inhumane

The Faroe Islanders
Trying to show
Ancestral prowess
As we know
The Viking hordes
These souls are not
The murderous killing
This time has got
Evil such archaic I’ll
Pilot whales

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Reply to Fleetwood Mac

Of course they are completely timeless
And that voice of yours
Reaches souls and hearts
It does
Every truthful pause
Relationships and love itself
Hankers for the light
And how you write and what you write
Is beautiful

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My beloved Hare

Hare coursing is forcing
The beautiful hares to run
People who go hunting with dogs
And call it fun
A wildness brought this Angel
To live here long ago
And dipping into hell is vile
As lots of people know.

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Sheepishly we offer our love to you

Hear us please listen if we have grown
Older just slightly
We so love to be
Picking out wild flowers
Our lives are our own
We love natures pictures
So why don’t you care
Why do you torture us
Arn’t you aware ?

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Liv Harland

Tears erupt through senses

your voice exacts a true

worshipping of light and sound

 

that is what you do

clarity and beauty

side by side

I love your voice

my ❤️ is touched so

no where dare I hide

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The natural artistry

The subtlety is resident
In every startling view
Of nature in its glorious best
Walking where you do
Through an avid forest
Across the greenest moor
Where standing stones ring historically
Sights that I adore .

Posted in Forests and wild places, Glastonbury where mystery and realiity meeton the crossroads of benevolence, Heartfelt | Leave a comment

China’s on line cat and dog torturers

These so called assinations of innocent dogs and cats
By so called Chinese mobsters
Who make their name from chats
On Facebook X and socially
Bragging of their vile
Behaviour
What they ought to get
Is a bloody long law trial
Banged up some hard Labour
That is what they need

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Glastonbury

So many have stared
So many have shared
Eyes see just all sorts of sights
The levels the skyline the leaves fluttering down
The moon and the stars and the lights
Through the arch sweet success
No matter no less

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Covid

It happened
A great fog of death
The world erupted
And the breath
Was wrenched out of the soul
As we
Were captured by the insanity
Thrown into a prison cell
And made to think
We had just reached hell

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Glastonbury and the pigeons

The birds have words4everything
They know a thing or 2
Up there at St Michael’s Tower
Arch rivals coming through
The sentient
the heavenly
It’s is Their karmic view
Being in the vicinity
Of your lenses good & true
Which is y their little ❤️’s
R actually rather loud

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Disablement

Starmer’s contempt for disabled Labour members youtu.be/k0n9V7fwwlA?si… via @YouTube
None of us want disablement
We want 2walk our talk
We want our independence
Of course we want to walk
Distance is a mountain
That we have 2climb
Penalising those who try
To test the mark of time

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Tiger cake contains no tiger bones

Which is why my friends
Lion bones now lends
It’s wealth to the Chinese trade
Trophy hunters in South
Africa
Their worth is now weighed
In to suffice the market
Along with tortoise shell
Ground up altogether
From another place in Hell
Tiger cake no tiger
Lion bones monkeys too
This is what the Chinese TCM boYs
propose to do

 

 

 

made up with drugged up Lions

fed on chicken meat

killed by trophy hunters

lion bones  instead of tiger bones

made up in VietNam

Posted in A likely story, Animal Rights, Lions, LIONs and their meat, Monkeys and Primates, TCM, Tigers | Leave a comment

Roasted alive. By a baying mob

An effigy
Of a cow once free
A breathing creation
it’s honestly
Bound up on the verdure grasses she
Was roasted alive
In her agony
Visualise imagine each flame
Searing through flesh
That was the claim
Onlookers relish the charring perfume
And when it be eaten
Who will share her tomb

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Ode to Labour

tarmer and his so called friends
Their decision, yes it ends
The grabbing grappling difficulty
That perhaps walking has had to be
The pain the ache the hardest gait
One cannot run one knows one’s fate
Kick them when they are down
The fall
Won’t worry

Starmer . Not at

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Earths energy matters

That’s just it
Minds That hold great knowledge
About the place that they were born
Wildness be within their kingdom
Where humans venture
And are sworn
to track and capture
To hunt and snare
To love to realise
Who lives there
Mindfulness
Grows on the tallest of trees
On the smallest of fungi

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Being relaxed

Upside down
The way to go
When sloths can dream
What’s down below
Who cares
The land of nod is here
And she can sleep
It does appear

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Hunting is against the law so ban them Once and for all

These hunts appear invisible
It appears to me
They are hunting outside The law
And do it seemingly
The law turns a blind eye to it
It’s about the countryside
But killing innocent animals however it’s denied is evil
It is vicious it’s needful of some care
Wildness is a miracle
And more should be aware

Posted in A country tale, Forests and wild places, Fox Hunting, foxes, HARES And red grouse, Humanity is a shithouse, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts) | Leave a comment