Foxgloves

From the world of wildness
Comes a flower
Known as the Foxglove
It has the power
To kill to revive
The heart of hearts
From the depths of folklore
It imparts

A poison that is so extreme
A gift of the Faeries
It would seem
That the great red fox
Whose footprints were
Inside the flower
For if it did occur
It allowed the fox
The ability
to walk in the forest more stealthily

able it’s seems apparently
To adopt a true facility
One of invisibility
Able to catch the chickens
Who
It captured
Which we know is true

Pushing our fingers into the flower
If we are able then a wish to wow
All sorts of wonders
It has been said
So magically then it has led
All sorts of stories
In the extreme
Loved by the Bees
So it doth seem

And a certain moth
A fox glove pug
Who knows to give this flower a hug
In the wild it grows
To the colour pink
Deadly poisonous
We think
A killer of man
A curative too
Digoxin’s power
Is what it can do

Great care is needed
When handling for
It’s deadly poison
One musn’t ignore
Fame and beauty
A wondrous bell
That rings and brings
The kind of hell
An ancient curative
In its wake
Leave well alone
For it is no fake

Enjoy its magic
Where ere it grows
It’s glycosides May well impose
A deadly message to anyone
Who partakes
What grows under the sun.

Posted in Activism in art, Ashridge, Breathing in colour, Countryside wisdom, Coutryside meanderings, Death and Dying, Environmental Poems, Flowers, Forests and wild places, Rituals, The Sabbats and the old craft | Leave a comment

Profit before biodiversity

Zara and H&M
Think margin sadly they
Are abusing the Cerrado
The savannah every day
Habitation destruction
Bulldozing away
Pesticides they kill the many organisms
They
Are arrogant and ignorant
Of what this really does
Animals are injured
All the organic buzz
Neglected yet they are crowing
Of sustainability
Trying to get us all on side
When is upsetting really actually
Margins at the retail stage
Is wrong it is for me
Stop it just be honest
Put the plant first

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Berkhamsted castle

A splendid castle that has stood
On fertile ground for so many years
Kings and queens have exchanged dreams
History no mystery
A deer park such a fine idea
No culling now,one has to say
Murdering wild life there’s no need
A fine Deer Park for them to play

Extend the castle grounds into
The wooden vales the tree lined lanes
Let’s watch the wandering steeped in soul
Peace and quiet let them extol
Beauty of this present day
A sweet reserve where wild souls play
Forever in the woodland where
Local people can but share

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Just one of many chicks

A conveyor of death
The creation of gold
A chick. Very purposeful
Feeling quite bold
Off on a journey
To kingdom come
With his tiny heart beating
Like a beautiful drum

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Animal Rights, Chickens, Child exploitation, children and their plight in a adult world, Ethereal Poems, Food Processing | Leave a comment

Eggs and male chicks

Huge sacks of bodies shells
And live birds
Really the egg industry
And it’s words
Not of wisdom
Not least
But of horror and pain
Born to be murdered
Time and time again

Suffocation and crushed
In a vast slurry state
Chirping along
With not long to wait
Sorted which sex
Female or male
A slurry of feathers
A wet sticky trail

Of blood guts and lie forms
That what we see
Those sweet easter chicks
Each one might be
Alive it’s heart beating
Each one a soul
Thrust into a sack
And left by an arse ole

Paid yes to murder male chicks
By the thou
Hundreds and hundreds
Some of them now
Left chirping loudly
Breathless and sore
Spluttering loudly
From deep in their core

I never eat eggs
I’m not part of the gang
That eats eggs and omelettes
Watching them hang
Out of large plastic bags
Writhing in pain
Left to rot in the sun
Their life force to drain

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Chickens, chickens.ducks., Child exploitation, children and their plight in a adult world, Crush videos, Eggs | Leave a comment

The larcenous tribe

Insensibility
A detachment of care
Two vile protestors
So unaware
With deadpan expression
And passionless thought
Their callous rejection
Seemingly sort
These unimaginative idiots
Getting free reign
To spray paint
our History
Wanting to gain
A spiritless act
The great Sarson’s became
Soiled by indifference
And their claim to fame

Stonehenge from wayback
Great monument to
A vile detachment
A nonchalant crew
Resigned to destruction
In a setting of peace
Two belligerent oafs
With brazen release
Lacking understanding
They masterfully
Indulged in extremes
Uncompromisingly

Backsliding perversion
For This ungodly crime
Both of them surely
Must now spend some time
Purely malingerers swinging the lead
Breaching the orders
Both off their head
Absentee truants
Their mischief to be
Unpardonable grief
Egregiously

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Manifestos and hunting

Fox hunting
Is a cruel nasty profession
Using hounds to brainwash and to chase
Wild foxes and wild hares
Otters minks affairs
Catching and killing wildness
At a pace
The Tories think it’s good
To go out hunting
Reform agree fox hunting ought to stay
Hunting Hares and Badgers
Should be a country pursuit
Only Labour say that it’s foul play

Snooty clad in hunts clothes
Do the bidding
Killing the wild fox
A good idea
Any excuse for such abuse
Should be maintained
Squirrel men are good
At spreading fear

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Being farmed

Animals on farms
All of them sadly are born to die.
Born to be the
Profit
In essence it is why
Their death pays the wages
Something farming doth deny

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We tell them that we love them

They know our every wish in life
Every want or care
Of course we say we love them
I mean that isn’t fair
Yes we want to rule them
Tell them what to do
Murder them for nothing
Yes every word is true

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Crushed by an elephant

It’s great to hear
A hunter crushed
A bull elephant
Well he rushed
Trod and crumpled a hunting man
Like the elephant
I am never his fan

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To you carnivores think on this

Born a calf
A beautiful mother
Licks your face
Like no other
You have been inside her
For months on end
She was to be a lifetIme friend

But they kidnapped you
You are a male
Bang your dead

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Mythagro

Legs and boots
And sticks and feathers
Dancing like no others dare
Mythagro they know how to do it
Traditional and so aware
Clad in black and really with it
Enchanting in so many ways
Really memorable to witness
And worthy of the poets praise

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Staines on Thames

Staines upon Thames
A calf on the run
The police they give chase
Isn’t it fun
The animal fearful
We can see that
The copper then drove
Directly at
The victim fell panting

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Rape on rape

She wiggles her arse
As she rapes the cow
Female on female
Tell me how
An end of month pay packet
Gets her to display
Such evil contemptuous
Disrespect

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Financial Markets

Scam phone calls I have many
The Financial Markets crowd
From every blinking country
A sort of mystic shroud
Of getting into your gristle
Fright and loads of fear
They are going to investigate
And you are going to hear

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Farmers Harmers def not charmers

Those that treat animals
In this vile way
Do it because they themselves
Underplay
The need the necessity
of obdurate care
Arrogant and ignorant
And not aware
How heartless they are

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Berate me if you must MR Mitch

So quick to offer up abuse
Bovine excrement it be
And you a human father
An expert in the first degree
Pointing fingers back at how
I could not a child create
Sadly Mitch it just sounds rich
Of you now to berate
Me

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Glastonbury

Fire and brimstone
True ambition encircling the sky
Murmurings of splendour
Majestically on high
A depiction of the varied hues
Of the splendid greens that lie
Motionless supporting a panoramic gaze
The TOR in all its glory gets
Our universal praise

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War fare Israeli

Irreverence and ungodliness
Mortar fire and destructive force
A perverted ness bulldozing homes
This is from the very source
Cursing heathens
What we see
Gaza reduced to rubble we
See Israel firing at ghosts alas
Explosive forces yes en masse

Violating peace and calm
Roll into town no hint of charm
Offensives here its ruin fast
Just crush and smash up and feel aghast

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An innocent victim

Child orphaned in Israel’s attack on Gaza youtube.com/shorts/VLtbDbv… via @YouTube

Not long since birth
A tiny child
As innocent as each day is long
Israel bombed her home we hear
Of course it’s bloody wrong
The bomber walks the child bereft
Of parents now
She is all that’s left

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Two amazing musicians Roger Waters and Eric Clapton

Genius the word that used creative talented too
Hearts on fire music higher
Those politician’s screw them
Most shallow invertebrates
No talent at all
But these two have got it
They are both on the ball

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Glastonbury

It’s moody kind of weather
For June is turning out to be
Upsetting to say the least
Even Dear old Glastonbury
Accepts the sky a wilder blue
And Depicts the different grassy greens
Of this particular hue

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Baby elehant playing with greenery

Rolling in the greenery
Playing with the leaves
Chewing on the tasty stalks
It’s what mama believes
It’s good for us and encourages
Her babies on the ground
To eat and play with branches
Any that we’ve found

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All trophy hunters are scumbags

Debate, just debate
The third great beast lies dead
Trophy hunting ignorants
With nothing in their head
Nothing between their ears
Just arseoles who should be
Holed up in a prison cell
For an eternity.

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Farewell sick world

Eyes popping it’s not stopping
They are cutting off my feet
The agony I am a mother
The farmer such a cheat
He kidnapped all my babies
His wife ate them as veal
And now they want my body
Oh Goddess if they could feel the pain
I am now feeling

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Make a killing

She didn’t want to watch
She didn’t want to see
She didn’t want to get involved
Her husband tragically
Was a heartless bastard
The sheep he had brought back
Unloaded it and murdered it
It was under attack

She just couldn’t watch it
But stop it not a bit
She wanted to eat it
The stove already lit
The little soul was sensing
His life would be soon gone
He didn’t struggle there was no point
He just lay down upon

The grass the husband stunned him
It was going to be a spring lamb
With some mint sauce
They prepared
It was going to be
Freshly killed and delicious
Horror all the way
These meat eating neighbours
They just sickened me
That day.

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Drag them

Drag them to the slaughterhouse
Chuckle as they cry
Ignore their blistering haunches
Not even thinking why
Their shortish lives of terror
Pay your mortgage, man
All carnivores are rotters
Since all of life began.

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That fish is still alive

Eaten alive imagine that pain
Watching them eating you
That vile disdain
Pulling strips off of you
Seeing your eyes
Bleeding so woefully
There in belies

Their bloody arrogance

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Bought. You were bought

Our politicians most of them
Are bought they sold their souls
They thought that they were someone
And evil now controls
Their thinking and their seeing
Their destination, they
Sold their souls and cannot look
Into our eyes today.

Yes you’ve been making weapons
And we are now at war
We are liking angels
Like no one did before
And now you can supply us
And we can bomb and shell
You are really someone
Now fuck off back to HELL

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Gaza

Pray for Palestine #shorts youtube.com/shorts/DcNJDk0… via @YouTube
We know, we see it happening
This genocide is real
The people are the victims
Though Israel might conceal
The threatening, the warring
The ugly and the pain
But all I have and all I feel
Toward them is disdain.

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