Known as the little people

The fourth and fifth centuries
Long long ago
Twas Irish folklore
That many still know
The Sidhe
Beings, the magical tribe
All supernatural
They primarily imbibe
The ways of the underworld
Fungi and flowers
Nectar and honey
Which gave them fine powers
Of Invisibility
Elfin endeavour
Then came the Leprechauns
Equally clever

They serviced the goddesses kingdom
I hear
Enjoyed woodland fungi
In fairy mounds
Cheer
And that’s how they prospered
Casting their spells
Underground fairy forts
And cool Crystal wells

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Blackthorn

In a copse in a scrub
In a dense woodland grows
The blackthorn
Loves moisture
From the family Rose

Loved by the butterflies
And moths who fly
Nectar and pollen
Percentages high
Great for pollinators
In Spring we see
Masses of white flowers
That bloom beautifully

Male flowers and female flowers
On the same tree
Created together in perpetuity
Prunus Spinoza the Latin name
Inky dark fruits
In the Autumn
The same
sloe berries really
For making sloe gin
A wild woodland beauty
When the new frosts begin

To whiten the mornings
That’s when the sloes
Take on the energised fruitiness
And pose
A really sweet draught
Of sugar and fruit
And when stored for six months
The gin’s bound to suit

Fruity and potent
A nice glass will show
The tree and it’s berries
And those who do know
How much the thorn giveth
The wood when it grew
All the wild flying creatures
That enjoyed its truth too.

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Shift it. From Tring

James is the guy
And Woody is there
He hangs on the back
Of the truck
So aware
All sorts of drops
Affordable He
With blankets and muscle
He works diligently

Full loads and half loads and small loads
He will
It’s all done with a smile
And a whole lot of skill
His answer phone
Smacks of original to
The family
involved in his work
Which is true

You get what you pay for
In this day and age
With James every job
It’s just off the page
A generous countenance
That’s James in fact
His tats and his smile
Just make you react

Favourably actually
Honestly, he
Calms people’s nerves
He works purposefully
Takes the pain out of moving stuff
Subtle no claims
Just sit back and
Trust your whole
Load to James

He is fair and affordable
A local man
Herts Beds and Bucks
And very nice van
The people who work with him
Make a good team
Choose shift it
Choose shift it
Choose Shift it.

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Sheepishly they await the final outcome

Hopeful stares
Wishful eyes
At a slaughterhouse
Hearing the cries
Of the gone before
And the stench of blood
Clutching each other
They await the flood

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Glastonbury

The sun presented its orange sphere
And all around what did appear
A sleeping landscape levels where
From St Michael’s Tower
And the Tor right there
A true awareness and a glorification
In this early morning presentation

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The farmers dog and all that

Killing foxes
Killing birds
Clarkson I am lost for words
As for your pub
The Farmers Dog
Animal cruelty

You can jog
On mate

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Swaledale

A wondrous incline
Smothered in flowers
A stone house watches
All the many hours
Three sheep are consuming
The herbal flush
A dry stone wall
And a perfect hush

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An ode from George the Donkey

The sun came out
The sky was blue
Being at Folley’s
Is honestly true
It’s so exciting
So many care
And that is why
We love being there

George is a stroller
Loves the green
hills to walk on
Looking lean
and energetic
It’s what he does
Smile for the camera
Can you feel the buzz

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BuddhaBarge Cafe and Restaurant Ivinghoe

In a sleepy hollow
In Ivinghoe
The Buddha Barge
Is moored
In a mini grassy meadow
And Kellie is in charge

She runs this glorious eating place
Vegan wholefoods she
Is aware of allergies
And personal choice
and we
can
Book and eat untroubled
Inside the barge or out
Under a gazebo
This lass is just about

Her food is good and wholesome
Hot and cold drinks too
Homely,and very friendly
Quiet and peaceful a view
That draws on inspiration
She is
Laid back but she
And The team know what they are doing
And they are all friendly.

Inside the cool aroma of cooking
Fill one’s soul
Outside on a sunny day
Tranquility a role
To take on board completely
When eating
One must feel
The Buddha Barge Is a unique
Place
Where everything feels real.

We visited her place yesterday
And she treated us so well
So generous of spirit
It was a pleasant spell
Talking and eating with her

Thanks Kellie
See you again soon

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A veterinary and hunting wild foxes

How a veterinary surgeon
Could ever hunt
Foxes wild foxes
What sort of punt
Is it to ride out with hounds
In tow
And encourage the torture of wild foxes

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Hawes

Cottages cuddle
Side by side
A wondrous stream
I do confide
In followers
On x tonight
This scene of beauty
Doth invite
Dreams of yesterday year gone by
Energised still
In the wink of an eye

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Unbearable

An unbearable outcome
This godly soul
Murdered in cold blood
It was her role
In life to end a wild boys chance
To live and love
His fatal dance with death
On line for evermore

Trophy hunters a scourge in themselves

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Hawes in Wensleydale

The thrill of water
Clearly bringing
exciting soulful
Motion singing
Time old melodies
Idyllic sounds
With energy
That just astounds

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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