Swans belong to the King

These are swans
On a zebra
A very unusual sight
Zebras come from Africa
And swans sometimes take flight
But here perhaps the whole family
Are crossing over the street
Of course the cars are bound to stop

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A Sunny thought on a rainy day

In the heart of a purple flower
Just the place to stay an hour
Pollen rich
Good for the hive
Nectar of heaven
How to survive
A stinging result
Serving us all
A snap shot of nature
The hero sits tall
🐝

Posted in A tearful Rose, Animal Rights, Bees, Benefit system, Breathing in colour, circular blossom ends, Coutryside meanderings, Day break, Environmental Poems, Flowers, Food, Freedom and what's happening to it, homelessness and its perils, honey, Insects, magick, Pollination | Leave a comment

The King and the Pheasants

Once it was squirrels
Now it is pheasants
Imported from France
At a complete loss
Not found in trees
More often it seems
Walking around
Just there on the ground
Easy prime ducks
Killing them sucks
As for the King
What does he bring
To the violent equation

Nothing

Posted in Animal Rights, Death and Dying, Duty of care was never there, Emotional Poems, General Poems, Humanity is a shithouse, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts), Pheasant shooting, Riches by far, Sea Birds and bird stories, shooting, Soul sister, Topical News Stories II | Leave a comment

Glastonbury

A horizon of halo’s
A dormitory force
Through the arch of the tower
The levels the source
Being watched by a pigeon
Apparently who
Took his place there in flight
It’s what bold souls do
The one on the ground
At the top of the hill
Took the command
Looking good looking true

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Look at the poor mother suffering

Tangled in ropes
She has 4 legs and a baby to worry about
The so called farmer cares nothing for them
She is a milk machine they flog off this fattening liquid
Stolen from her babies
Feel for the feminine 4Gods sake
🐄🐂🐏

farming operatives
Need their arses kicked
Putting the feline through such
Inordinate torture

Posted in Animal Rights, Dairy farmers criminals, Emotional Poems, Farming, Food Processing, Humanity is a shithouse, Lack of understanding, Meat trade, Milk and its associated problems, slaughterhouses and operatives | Leave a comment

Bovine nutrition via Shelley

Frankenstein farmer
Has concocted
nutritional bovine milk for us
Where’s our mother
human beings drink that milk
All that fuss
Of employing robots
dispensing ignorance
Plus true arrogance
we are left
To drink this crap
which is bereft
of life

Posted in Animal Rights, animals used for food, babies, Baby talk, Big pharma, BIOSOLIDS and FOREVER CHEMICALS PFAS, Blood nutrition, breast milk, Business Management, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Child exploitation, children and their plight in a adult world, Dairy farmers criminals, Disrespect of female animals, Drowning our sorrows, Drugs and how they are being used on our children, Dumbed down and ghoulish, Duty of care was never there, Emotional Poems, Experimentation, Farming, Food Processing, genetically modified children, Genetics, Glyphosate, Humanity is a shithouse, Industrial management, Karma, Lack of understanding, Man unkind's graphic torturing of various souls, Meat trade, relationships and breakdown, Torture, Trust, vaccinations | Leave a comment

Industrialised feeding from robotic machines

Where is my mother
Her richness gone
A bloody machine
To feed upon
Man made hell juice
Instead of her
We the unloved
What does occur
In the dairy industry
Profits high

Posted in A likely story, Abandonment, Animal Rights, Child exploitation, children and their plight in a adult world, Dairy farmers criminals, Farming, Soul sister, The weaned do not ever need milk | Leave a comment

The natural cycle continues despite the human beings

Swallows come and swallows go
Feeding the family as we know
Caring sharing loving birds
Never ever lost for words
Protective mothers each one knows
It’s offspring right down to its toes
Love in spite of the apathy
That human beings apparently
Often ignore

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A snap shot of Yorkshire

A winding lane just everyday
Takes good hearts a long it’s way
Over hills and wondrous dales
Passed cottages and wondrous trails
A Stream a gurgling foliage green
The countryside’s meandering scene
England has a wealth of soul
With Nature ever in control

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The penalty for leaving traps or snares

Contraptions
left
about the place
In wild crossings
where animals chase
Covered with leaves
and branches they
Trap angels creating such dismay
Beating down
and cutting into
Grabbing slicing breaking twisting
Hurting more
for those who try resisting
Really until they die

Posted in The skin trade, traps and snares | Leave a comment

A significantly godly beaver

He wears a shirt
That says he’s a slayer
Of Beavers beautiful creatures
Who
Do him no harm not one iota
They are environmentalists
What they do
He is a scumbag plain and simple

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In plastic trays the meat look delicious in the farm it’s a shit show

Human carnivores
Imagine that
Take a perfect healthy soul
Beat it torture it feed it crap
Put it in a dark shit hole
Let it fester let it cry
Let it whimper let it die
Gas it cut it up and lay
On a supermarket tray

The rich will savour it
The chefs will gloat

Posted in CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Disrespect of female animals, Duty of care was never there, Farming, Gestation crates, Glyphosate, goats, Halal, Humanity is a shithouse, Hygiene, Infanticide, Lambs and Sheep, Meat trade | Leave a comment

Glastonbury

It’s portrays a resilient character
St Michael’s Tower has stood
Guarding this vast area
A monastery once good
Atop the great TOR overlooking
Glastonbury where
Today we have a myriad
A utopia to share

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The trapped the snared

There is nothing worse
Than denial from the trapping classes they
Are heartless lacking empathy and compassion
Let me say
Held by a snare and knowing
From here on in its bad
It’s torture and it’s dying
It’s so incredibly sad

Hunters
The fur trade

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Glastonbury

Awash with wind the grasses
Wavelike in the morn
A somber kind of day
A most creative Dawn
Darkly skies presenting
St Michael’s tower aloft
The Tor itself creating seemingly a soft
Sensation very different
From the day before

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Our hard fought pensions could be at risk under Labour

It’s unbelievable really
Pensioners we hear
May have to now all re apply
Putting them in fear
If this is deemed fair sadly
Starmer better see
His wonderful Labour Party
Are a threat it seems to me

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So called trail hunting total disregard for the Law of the land

A hunted fox it dies in vain
Whether a male or a vixen insane
Are the hunting types
Who do not care
That it’s a family under there
Perhaps there’s cubs who might also die
Starving

Posted in A not my king story, Criminality, Cub hunting, Desecration, Dumbed down and ghoulish, Duty of care was never there, Fox Hunting, foxes | Leave a comment

Unaware that animals feel

Humanity the meat eating crowd
R not tuned in to the animal crowd
They r unaware that animals cry
That animal r sad that animals die
They r not aware of animals fear
O r that sickness rocks them it’s unclear
To meat eating folk that animals feel
&that life &death 4them is real

Posted in A likely story, Abandonment, animal diseases, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, Blindsided, Feelings, Meat trade | Leave a comment

Stop eating us we love life so much

Old goats young goats animals they
Feel and think and dream and play
They love the countryside
The grass that’s green
Killing them is just obscene
Too many out there do not care
Simply they are unaware.
🐄🦌🐖🐐🐏🐣🦆🐳🦘🐓🦃🐇

Posted in Alpaca’s, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, Bees, Buffalo, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Chickens, chickens.ducks., Dairy farmers criminals, Duty of care was never there, Eating living beings, Eggs, Food Processing, foxes, goats, HARES And red grouse, honey, Horses, Kangaroos, Lambs and Sheep, Meat trade, Munkjacs, Pheasant shooting, Pigs, Rabbits, Red grouse, slaughterhouses and operatives, Topical News Stories II | Leave a comment

Friends

All animals have hearts and minds
They feel they care they share the lines
Are drawn completely
And we see
A fox and a dog can happily
Be true friends.

Posted in A country tale, Dogs, foxes | Leave a comment

Garbage

A hog a good spirit a clean living soul
Born to a farmer
Who thought to control
This pig who was going to grow and to be
A good source of income apparently
Created miraculously needing to be
Understood and curated purposefully
No sweat glands to speak of
Intelligently
Equipped with such knowledge
Purposefully

But the farmer sought profit
To inflate his margin
Neglect the hog and expect a return
Be cruel be exacting all over the place
And end in a bin seen as a disgrace
Ego and ignorance took on a stance
The hog lost out big time
Nothing left to chance
Struck with imbalances
The poor pig died
The farmer’s margin was split open wide

A life wasted
Cruelty reigned
The farmer took umbrage
Nothing was gained
A lifeless equation
A terrible score
Godly intention
Wasted for sure

So many victims
Cast off’s written down
Each born with a purpose
Seen around the town
A piece of garbage
An ultimate loss
A miraculous being
At the end seen as dross

Posted in activism, Agriculture, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Carbon emissions, Chickens, Humanity is a shithouse, Meat trade | Leave a comment

Wild Woodbine

Several decades ago
In the woods whilst a walking
I was able to take a cutting
Because
In a clockwise manner
It apparently was growing
Succeeding in being
Unbelievably knowing

Of all things
Of light, of the dark
And surroundings
A climber of hedgerows
Scented and sweet
Bees seemed attracted
To this deciduous windflower
As they kind of got closer
It, seemed to greet

Some magic, one supposes
And the cutting was planted
Back at her home
And it relished it’s move
Along the fence like a vine
It established
It’s presence so beautifully
Clearly a sign

It continued its progression
With each passing session
Budding and flowering
And tempting the Bees
Swarmed by the others
The true pollinators
Surely in months to come
It’s flowers would please

Then one day, the neighbours
Started pulling up the plantings
Moving their edge of the garden around
Pulling out roots and the true steadfast
Greenery
And leaving many broken bits there on the ground
Didn’t show care for the long winding suckle
Cut back and poisoned
Ignorance they
Just left the remnants toxic and broken
And there it did lay at the end of a day

Why do folk do this? arrogance blisteringly
Alters the custom and breaks off the flow
All of the many years, of wilding nurture
Thrown out and broken unrewarded we know
In the new house a wood sprung and caring
Chestnuts and beech trees and a wealth of Ivy
Birdsong and butterflies
A Murder of crows
The odd owl proclaiming
And a small cloud of blackbirds
Beautiful melodies
Beginning To pose

The sweet honey suckle
Depicting a colour
A faery like wonderful majestic hue
At the drop of each day
A deciduous entrant
Exclusively mobile
With scent of sublimity
Along the way.
The nature of wildness
Bonded and glorious
Tasting the composted
Ground with much glee
Joining the faeries their ultimate aura
As shape shifting garlands
And collective flora.

Posted in A country tale, Abandonment, Compassion, Countryside wisdom, Coutryside meanderings | Leave a comment

The criminality of exposing children to their dead mothers

Why be cruel to us
What have we done to you
How would you like it
If someone swallowed you
But animals are friendly they are lovely
Every one
Just Be kind to every living soul
Underneath the sun
🐁🐀🐿️🦫🦡🦨🦝🦢🕊️🐇🦤🐓🦮🐕‍🦺🐐🦙🦌🐩🐑🐏🐖🐎🐃🐂🐄🦒🐫🐪🦏🦛🦓🦍🦧🦣🐘🐘🐅🐊

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City of poets

Where is the city of Poets
Where nightingales sing beautifully
Flowers bloom in splendour
Gardens spectacular
Fars Province
Is seemingly

A far away nation
Of secrets
It’s ancientness historically
Quietly a populous city of dreams
Shiraz it’s name known to be
A grape the world over
And Has probably
Savoured it’s flavoursome soul
South west Iran
Gardens there stun
The most perceptive of eyes
Constantly

Profound are the poems we speak of
Beautiful prose comes to mind
Alliteration and word salutation
In the true annals of time
Yes we find
Scripts that
engender
Truly, a great depth of soul
Promoting a masterful scene of real life

Dedicated to Maz and his comrades
In the Dickmans Chemist in High Street Berkhamsted
Gentle souls who do so much for humanity.

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Cambridgeshire 31/5/2025

The last day of May
And the countryside
Is feasting on its fortune, we
Watch the animals enjoyment
Of the river it’s a place to be
Ducks and cows and Summer
When natures colours bright
Create a peaceful pastoral time
And such a clarity of light

Posted in Countryside wisdom, Coutryside meanderings | Leave a comment

The meat trades processes for profit

When through all of the stages
Of production all we know
Is how to make more margin
The victim numbers grow
The animals become commodities
And cruelty creates
Profit for the production chain
which tragically dictates
Abominable behaviour.

Posted in Abandonment, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Chickens, chickens.ducks., Dairy farmers criminals, Disrespect of female animals, Duty of care was never there, Meat trade | Leave a comment

Rape gangs

One can only imagine
The violence young women
Experience awfully
at the hands of those who
Demons without mercy
Flagrant obsessors
Wilful destruction
The neglect
of the true

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, Child exploitation, children and their plight in a adult world, Criminality, Desecration, Disrespect of female animals, Drowning our sorrows, Dumbed down and ghoulish, Duty of care was never there, Freedom and what's happening to it, Heartfelt, Human rights sex enslavement ISIL, Humanity is a shithouse, Karma, Pakistan, Patriarchal arrogance makes for danger, relationships and breakdown, Restrains and torture equipment, Topical News Stories II, womens issues | Leave a comment

Glastonbury

It’s quietly observed
on a Tor of immensity
Head in the Clouds
objective and sensibly
Seen by so many
who know where it’s at
In the sulphurous clouds
where forever it’s sat
Over seeing
the levels
all misted and magical
A monastic aura
to savour upon

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Glastonbury

Zig zags of saffron
and brimstone
this morning
June looks like shining
it’s light and the dawning
An early responsiveness
relates to the gold
St Michael’s Tower
imagine how old
How long
it’s been watching
the magical space
Where the fey
and the damsels do
Playfully chase

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Sushi and agonised participants

Breathlessly livid
Torn from the seaSubjected to hurt
And pure agony
Sliced up whilst living
For freshness and woe
Sushi it sickens me
As well I know.

Posted in Ancient mariner of life, animals used for food, Aquaria or watery zoo, Fish farming and itsbimplications, Japan | Leave a comment