Football with friends in Preures

There’s a terrible sadness about the cow
Often made pregnant and then learns how
To see one’s baby kidnapped and killed
Broken hearted it’s blood spilled
So that human beings can buy into
Drinking their babies milk
It’s true

Bovine babies need the milk
Human beings shouldn’t be
Drinking it for it’s been processed
And therefore, nutritionally
It’s dead and lifeless pasteurised
Homogenised and sterilised
All these processes all they do
Is extend shelf life, and thus profit too.

I got to know these cows who came
From a farm next door
Their claim to fame
Was they loved to play football with me
They enjoyed the knockabout you see
I loved them every single one
Playing ball with them was fun
I talked to them I sang to them
They seemed to really understand
Playing with them in the orchard
It was actually very grand.

Cows are mothers and how they pine
For their babies stolen down the line
Dairy farmers for me, I hate
The trade the stealth and the babies fate
The mothers know, it’s in their eyes
Really expressive and honestly wise
Human beings are dull and dumb
They drink cows milk
Which makes them numb
To the sensitivity of the cow
Money and profit which is how
The more we take from animals we
Become impassioned actually
We are gross we are crass
Unrefined are we
We force them into purgatory

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Tractors

Today saw the farmers
They arrived in their tractors
Loads of red diesel
Ulez and all
These souls who grow food
And wake up so early
Drove to Westminster
Clearly to allude

To presenting their case
Earth working sentinels
Out at the crack of Dawn
Tending the sheep
Riding their tractors
Pulling up vegetables
Counting for everything
Whilst they all sleep

Starmer the lawyer
He had decided
Farmers are taking the mickey
And they
Need raining in
The spin
Is their future
Garlic and celery
Apples and pears

We are all earning
No one has freebies
Not like these government bods who appear
To feather their nests
With clothes and fine glasses
The best kind of trousers
To show off their arses

As for the farmers
The students
The special needs
Those buying cheap houses
Tax them and see
Their hatches are open
To cold wind us pensioners
May perish this winter
For where we be

We didn’t arrive on a beach in a dingy
We were born ages ago and we feel
Let down and broken
For starmer has spoken
Taxed to the hilt
At what is a sad deal.

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When a whale comes for help

Whale shows gratitude after man removes painful barnacles💕 youtube.com/shorts/TQZB4iW… via @YouTube

Barnacles Bite deep
The whale was in pain
He came 2the humans
After all a true chain
Of ❤️ &affection
Between man & beast
The man removed the barnacles
&the pain simply ceased.🐬🐳🐋🐡🐠🐟

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Glastonbury

A drab March to Heaven
A darkly embrace
St Michael’s Tower
And the great Tor
Whose face

Can be seen
From all angles
Glastonbury
The Chalice Gardens
The White spring
And Our true history

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A dedication to Paul Watson

He champions wild life
The whales and the dolphins
Goes after butchers
Those who in TAIJI
Those who in the Faroes
Drive pods of angels
Of innocent families
Who earnestly be

Honestly driven
These so advanced beings
Brutally hunted by demented fools
Throwbacks believing some Viking intelligence
Gives them the rights
To enter like ghouls

Everyone’s ocean
The great under sea
That holds many miracles
Helps us to be
aware
Of the slaughter the Pilot Whales who
Are dragged from their haven
For they do what they do

Cajole them and murder them
Mothers and sons
Aunties and Uncles
Devilish runs
Tearing their heads off
A massacre we
Study these islanders
Who desperately

Murder in the Faroes
Innocent beings
Wilder the better
Denmark they know
We watch as they wade out
And slaughter the daughter
The sea erupts crimson
Guts everywhere

The Faroe’s must be stopped
Captain Paul Enabled
He realised the great whales
Were gods from before
The outlandish killings
The vilest eruption
Enriched with the mercury
The lead and much more

Consuming their bodies
Brings darkness and sorrow
Paul Watson a hero
Banged up in a cell
Japan is embarrassed
by the work of our hero
He has showed their true colours
With their great ships of woe
Harpooning these masters
These ancient cetaceans
He has stared into their eyes
And in his heart he does know

He is never a victim
Never a bad man
He is a servant who lives by the sea
He is their protector
He stands in the bright light
Japan needs to listen
The Faroe’s they be
Lost in their mayhem
Japan too such slaughter
Free spirits these great whales
Protection now must
Happen Paul Watson his age
Should preclude him
From dying in solitary
And pure disgust

We need his spirit
An old man whose heartbeat
Is fading fast
In a cold darkly cell
Japan wants to punish him
Denmark does too
They together are horribly
Turning the screw

Let’s save Paul together
Let’s boycott the trade
In entrails and evil
The cetacean parade
Who throwback the infants
Torn out of their mums
Decapitation
to the worst sounding drums

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Being old when it’s cold

Several years before
I fell on the floor
Laid in the cold
For hours on end
Nobody knew
I went into
Hospital with sepsis
And my heart too
Suffered the cold
Being old

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Cold at yule

Freezing This Christmas (Parody of Lonely This Christmas by Mud) youtu.be/mQrvmY5s2mo?si… via @YouTube
I know what it’s like
2pay energy bills
£500 plus
Out of me spills
So much emotion
I sleep in old clothes
Not above 12
On the dial which does pose
Serious cold
& so much pain

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Goat climbing

This is Why Goats Climb to 13,000 ft. youtu.be/89HPjSC_G0Q?si… via @YouTube

Really sure footed
And they know why
The Richer the minerals
Close to the sky
And so up they clamber
Their hearts and their soul
Helping agility
And true control

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Crocodile leather

Poor young crocodiles
Monstrously
Seen with danger
Innocently
They have a bad following
It appears
exotic leather
Tears and fears
Giving them negative thoughts alas
Profits are high
From the darkly morass

Posted in Abandonment, Animal Rights, Captivity, Crocodiles and serious reptilia, Death and Dying, Duty of care was never there, Lack of understanding, LEATHER, Reptiles and Herpetology, Retards of the first order, The dkin trade | Leave a comment

Idiocy

Idiocy is popular
Supremely so tis said
Simplicity it seems to me
Is really easily fed
To the masses it is easy
To get the laughs on side
Why be complex
Be a minimalist
And just go for the ride

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A dry stone wall

A secret abode in a dry stone wall
Where darling creatures rise ever tall
They live their lives in a purest sense
The wall is chiefly their defence
Simple souls live where they were put
All their lives less than a foot
Away in a godly local stance
Safely using every chance

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Killing a cow buy bashing it continually on the head

How any human can criminally
Murder and innocent
And we can see
And feel the agony
And feel the pain
An innocent creature
Life was in vain
Arrogant human
Miserable sod
I hope and I pray
THat there is a god
And you are on his hit list.

Do you wear leather shoes sit on a leather sofa
Wear sexy leather hot pants any use of animal leather
For your pretty bags encourage this murderous and ignorant loss of animal lives

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Francesca of Tom Parry Ffestiniog

The artist the agent
Francesca was who
Helped us house hunting
So much she did do
Gave up her time
And cheeringly
Aligned with our thoughts
So amicably

Showed us Ffestiniog
Manon road and beyond
Her cordiality
Felt like a bond
Of friendship really so easy going
Was she
A genuine soul one had to agree

Wonderfully knowledgable
Of the surrounding
Standing stones artistry
Gave us a grounding
On the local history
Mountains and all
A personable marvel
When we did call

Nothing was too much trouble
She willingly said
Despite the rain
Well, she just led
Us and we followed to the two places
We
Looked at that weekend
And so willingly

Tom Parry an agent
Held in high acclaim
The Welsh speaking nation
Behold their refrain
Of going the extra mile
Every day
Their gregarious nature
It blew me away

I have found a new home
In North Wales and I
Live for the mountains
And the wide wondrous sky
The forests the lakes
The people, the joy
And the agents who give of their time
Who employ

Honest fair weather friends
Who have helped us to see
The spirit of Wales
It’s so infinitely
Thoughtful and kindly
A great atmosphere
A wonderful work ethic
That’s really clear

Thank you Francesca for all that you do
You were a joy
You helped us get through
The long miles to see you
And to understand
The truly Welsh beauty
That does make this land

Wonderful really
I can’t wait to see
The mountains the soft peaks
To come to journey
To share with the people
The wonderment here
Happy Christmas to all
And a wondrous new year

And kara

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Bulls put to death

They are never a fight
They are torture and pain
A prig clad in silks
With an angry refrain
Chilli in its eyes
A rendered horn
Stabbing and jabbing
Til it’s muscles are torn
Cut off its tail
Blood spurts from its soul
It’s never a fight

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The undersea kingdom

Angelic beings of the ocean
Riddled with a profound emotion
Soft faces of the wondrous kind
A brilliant brain a beautiful mind
Dolphins dart and orca’s play
The great whale species are in a way
Leaders of the under sea
And Their love means everything to me
🐋🐳🐬🐟🐠🐡🦀🦞🦐

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Fighting animals

In Spain and Spanish speaking countries
Apparently we hear
The populace like torturing Bulls
I have to say that’s queer
McCartney calls it fighting
Bull Fighting and so
He wants to get in banned I hear
For me it is no show

These matadors clad in silky garb
And a team of crooks
Who torture bulls in stages
Using knives and hooks
They prance about like idiots
Stabbing the bull at will
Place chillis in their animals eyes
and watch the blood just spill

Shave the horns imbalancing them
Stamp them with their knives
Call upon the Picadors
Shortening their lives
Daggers stabbed into their heads
Every bloody where
The bulls are being beaten
And left with pure despair

Leave the bulls leave them alone
Fighting it is not
It’s stabbing them
It’s nabbing them
Painfully they have got
Injuries and bruising
Their hearts again on fire
Cruelty is awfully
Extraordinarily dire

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Endangered Wildlife Trust

It’s absolutely amazing
What these trusts are doing they
Are taking out the poachers snares
Many every day
Going to the root of the problem
Safeguarding the souls
Putting a the ultimate effort
With their genuinely caring roles
Of engagement saving animals
Cranes and adders they
Golden Moles and riverine rabbits
And toads
What can one say
These are really doing stuff
Saving them on the ground
The endangered wild life trust I love
And I am very glad to have found

Them

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The dairy lies therein

A flick of the ears
Exposing my fears
My mothers milk
Really how
I get nutrition
My mothers mission
To give me her gift
As a cow
But milk is for humans
The dairyman says
Calves that us babies
Must die
She was made pregnant
So she has the milk
And the advice promulgated
A lie.

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Lost for words

I am lost for words
Over shooting birds
Beaters beating
Concernedly bleating
Simply flying
Ne’er denying
Sadness seemingly
Blasting lead shot
Upwards outwards
A vast wall of toxicity
Red grouse, partridge
Feathered beauties
Shot down sadly
Torn apart
Some will lay in streams a bleeding
Some switched off
Downed relentlessly
Shooting birds
I am lost for words
All I feel is adversity

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦🦅🦉🐥🐧🐦🐤🐦‍⬛

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Foxy

All foxes are lovely
Wild cute desires
In the earth’s of their parents
Their truth how it fires
Up real emotion
Simply the best
A beautiful animal
Wonderfully blessed 🦊

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Another hunt hits the dust

Thanks to the brothers and sisters of soul
Who gave up their time and took on the role
Of saviour of wild life with so much acclaim
They hounded those fugitive wayward
The flame
Burning bright with endeavour
Protectors they be
The saboteur angels whose winged bravery
Continued the fight gave it all that they had
And have shut down the hunt
Forever

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The hunt is over And good riddance

The arrogant ignorant oafs in red
The hunt has ended
And now instead
Of seeing and hearing their raucous cries
The stench of terror in their eyes
The galloping hooves down the country lanes
The cries of the hounds
Out of bounds
The swish of a fox
Drenched in fear
Half drunk expletives
It was clear
The hunt was over it’s sell by date
It’s ugly chases we’re never great
The saboteurs and the angels knew
On this violent band
They would turn the screw

And they have
And they are gone

Good riddance I say
🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

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Cows cry

Three times he raped me
Three times I gave
Birth, 3 times
Each child they stole
Each led away
To the market stall
on that given day

Of course i bellowed
Day and night
My eyes were sore
It wasn’t right
They steal my milk
My nutrition, they
Pasteurise it
Every day
Ice cream, butter
Chocolate too
Yoghurt, custard
What to do
Having a child
9 months of grief
Giving birth to her
It’s beyond belief

To see her stolen
From my side
Tossed into a barrow
Was her slide
Several times onto the floor
Poor soul
My sweet dear baby
Knew her role

No milk for her
Just led away
My milk would go the dairy way
Into the cartons and bottles
To sell
Whilst my little baby was
Left in Hell.

The dairy trade
Is a rotten place
Cruel and evil
A disgrace
All us mothers
We are raped and lost
We have our children
And they are tossed
Into the bins
Or into a cage
And bloody well left there
For an age.

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They want to stop us passing wind. { BOVAER the chemical]

Us cows we can communicate
It may sound like MOO to you
But we are much the wiser
Than humans in what we do
It’s true we ruminate
Chew the cud, all that verdant grass
Many of us discriminate
With herbs it’s come to pass

Standing in the fields
Or being fed with the fresh mown
When we chew it as we do
Yes we stand alone
Farting producing methane
Which floats up to the sky
And it’s alleged our farting
Affects the weather
A man made lie

So they came up with this chemical
Up wind of our passing
Gives the barn and yard a subtleness
It’s beyond classing
Our gases are selective and damaging
For we
Believe it was created
By god and it is free.

Now there is some chemical
Added to the feed
As little as a quarter of a teaspoon
Yes indeed
Reducing our fart levels
Bringing down the world’s methane
But no one wants to buy the muck
We think it is insane

Rumours of lowering sperm counts
And other negative thoughts
Milk and butter all sorts of labels
It’s enough to give us warts
We don’t want to reduce the gas
We think it’s rather good
So leave this chemical out of our feed
And let governments discuss

The wheres and where fours

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Ignorance and arrogance In our leaders

The use of the dreaded glyphosate
Or ROUND UP as it’s known
A desiccant and killer of weeds
It be alone
In GM yes apparently
but now it’s everywhere
A weed killer that’s selective
For me it’s more despair

It imbalances our insides
And it’s used a lot
On oats and wheat on Rape
And lots of cereals
We have got
just too many chemicals
In processes and we
Should realise this concoction
Comes from China probably.

So many people drinking oat milk
Ought to realise
They should only use the organic milks
It comes as no surprise
Organic standards preclude the use
Sensibly yes they
Are wise to stipulate this
For with analysis some say

It’s not pure undulterated
Nobody is sure
Unless each batch is anylysed
It’s a problem more and more
BUY CERTIFIED ORGANIC CEREALS and milks
And feed your horses and other equines
With organic only

Used as a desiccant to dry cereals
Again avoid such process

It will and does affect horses
Badly.

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Storm Darragh

Storm Darragh
Lifts its anger forth
With winds and flooding rain
It’s a red flag warning
The South and West Wales again
We hear that South West England
Gets a warning too
Structural damage could
Be the outcome apparently
Which does not sound that good

Danger to life
And to buildings
Power cuts and disruption
80mph
Some trees may fall
An interruption

Darragh that’s the great storms name
Could bring loads of snow
To Scotland
Blizzards coming fast
Stay home its best

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Smithfield Market. Being closed

The dead flesh market is closing
Animals must feel
Death camps &now markets
R going, it’s 4real
Not so many being born
Rather than right now
When 1000’s r being slaughtered
Lambs pigs and cows
All this loss of freedom torture&the rest
For so many of these chemicals
Which so many
will invest
In

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Welsh Cows we noticed through the fence

Those Welsh Cows
Seen as voiceless
Inarticulate but they
Speak aloud with ever saddening eyes
It seems to me

Staring out of the dark shed
Their starkness seemingly
So languid and just so uninspired
Lacking clarity

What could they be thinking
Muddled and confused I guess
For them just pure inanity
And bafflement and stress
The wind was full on wintriness
Punishingly cold
Hypothermic shivering
Looking as if they had rolled
In mud and straw and who knows what
Fatigued it felt to me
Martyrs of the bovine kind
Metaphorically.

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Glastonbury

Up and down the path to glory
The enlightenment
And the same old story
St Michael’s Tower
The mount or Tor
The boldest colours
Of sky so sure
Of foot I clamber wishing I
Could actually and honestly
Touch the sky

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Fox hunting

The wildness of beauty
Sunk in the night
In the depth of the forest
We have to invite
Those vile ugly so called
Who dare to say
They have the right
To just murder away
Abuse fast and loose
At the end of the day

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