Monthly Archives: October 2023

Dead cells

Come with me believe my sadness The intolerance of death too soon Your death camps you created them You love that bloody tune As my eyes weep cold My heart stops beating My beautiful soul then flies You want to … Continue reading

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The ladies of Fleetwood Mac

Two diamonds, gems so powerful We are indebted to Your voices, such dedicates Every song so true So valid, so spectacular Your friendship it was perfect In gratitude are we An honest benediction A responsive empathy Your gentleness your softness … Continue reading

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Chinese police and dogs

A country with such a history Traditionally long and proud A truly fantastic language And gifted and endowed With such a valuable culture What the hells gone wrong The meaningless corruption Your police force tragically Has taken to punishing the … Continue reading

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Stevie 2

From this tale we feel the integrity It’s meaningful and so She’s expressive She has insight Interpretive we know Affirming all that’s written Heartfelt really too Generous of spirit Why so many love her Which really people do

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Stevie

Imaginative was Stevie A romantic rhapsodist Whimsical in so many ways With that going on to resist The urge to write to sing to dream It feels meaningful you see Everyday you wake up In your creativity

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Excess Deaths

Expected and unexpected deaths Imagine that People dying others denying Sadly forgoing breath all of them precious human beings Loved ones Young and old Tragedy the mortality Rising numbers we are told. Trends, but few are listening This wonderful M … Continue reading

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A piggy hiding for nothing

Stretches and strain And pressure and pain Lashings and bashings And going insane Scraping and raping Wheals everywhere Most men are bastards And give off despair

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Pigged up

A captive bolt Is the result A gun to warm the brain To smother like no other To shrivel and to drain Every sodding life form Every part of good A captive bolt Is the result And just does what … Continue reading

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Fleetwood Mac ‘s two ladies

True angels singing legends Voices truly fine Fleetwood Mac the music Smooth as vintage wine Both of you so beautiful Musicians too the fore Recounting all your glories Both of you sublime True angels singing legends Every single time.🎼🎹

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Trapped and hurt bad

Trappers heartless brutal buggers Nothing else better to do Than hide dangerous contraptions And catch a dog or two I am in such agony Cannot struggle free Everything is fucking taut And bust if you ask me

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“Goldie”

Goldie’s my name And Folly’s is the place The joy in my heart And the light in my face How sweet the perfume Of greenery here The hips and the haws and the Potten cheer Being here with the Donks … Continue reading

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Glastonbury and the Tor

Predicting a sighting Extra sensory There was a tower there Once certainly The Avalon mists roll Intuitively Over the Tor So mesmerically It feels otherworldly Enchanted am I Sensational secrets Survive serenely

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Thoughts of samhain

A confirming ritual In darkness we tread Samhain is raging A feast with the dead A believers baptism An auction of grace Solemnists encounter The whitest of face The rusty lock shudders A solitary Photographer comes forth Out of true … Continue reading

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Elephant shooter

The ugliest cretin An arse with a gun Sitting there smiling Under the 🌞 The proudest yet saddest Picture we c Is the 🐘shot through And dead tragically A beautiful animal Up against man A insolent rotter Who should face … Continue reading

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Pig freedom

Freedom is too much to hope for Prisoners for bacon and ham We suffer so you don’t wish to know Why just so many you cram Into small dark smelly places Tails cut off really so we Arn’t drawn to … Continue reading

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Chocolate

It’s bloody hard work in the forests of time Farming cacao without chemicals aid I can say Maximum eleven percent if the profit Goes back to the growers They really do pay In blood sweat and tears Mosquito bites too … Continue reading

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Hawthorns

Seven hundred years Imagine that will you From a seed to the sky Up above A massive life energy Sprung ever upwards A boundary marker A foundation of love An eco system interface Drawing spirited soul Sharp thorns protecting A … Continue reading

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Mac Donald Kilhey Hotel

A posh hotel in Craxton Wood Overlooking the Worthing lakes The Arley Reservoir Built in 1884 and actually it’s what it takes built by one Thomas Fairhurst He Couldn’t have dreamed all these years later Full of migrants it would … Continue reading

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Bibby Stockholm

The Bibby Stockholm Bobs gently in the harbour Portland cried aloud, the People who Do not want hordes of blooming migrants Camped out in their parish Yes it’s true First of all the legionaries Caused problems That fixed then The … Continue reading

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Piglet lamentation

Anguish you can touch it It’s startling and wrong An innocent feels, so much fear He he cannot belong Switching off the perilous Dark shadows in his head Closing out and feigning death This is where he is led Down … Continue reading

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Our beloved Hares

Beagle and basset hound packs Trained up by The fat arsed The slow witted Hunters close by Hunting in plain sight Our beautiful Hares Floppy eared goddesses Each hunter scares The living daylights Out of them, they Run like the … Continue reading

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Corbyn and the Zionist’s

A man of strong principles A man who cares Someone respected On foreign affairs War is abysmal The zionists they Need moving on preferably Further away

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More of Yarrow or Millfoil

Millfoil or 1000 leaf Commonly grown about One of the medicinal herbs With a curative clout In ditches fields and lanes Canals and dabbling brooks Mythology I’ve read about it In a lot of books Achilles son of Peleus A … Continue reading

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Wicked Dragon

Daddon Court Clovelly road In Bideford Is where a really lovely Clothing house A place I want to share Wicked dragon Medieval beautiful such grace Nepalese hand crafted Garments-really keeping pace Wonderfully put together Designs of optimum choice Lovely natural … Continue reading

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Hendlip

A torrent of terror In palatial style Spread fine in the countryside More than a mile From anywhere really Greenery boughs Country lane peacefulness Herbs and wild flowers The Pear Tree Inn Independent we think A good sized football pitch … Continue reading

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Beaten up

So many injuries A terrible shame Once I was fearful As to who was to blame Beaten and broken Soulfully sublime Lost in his moment Unable to climb Out of his pit Of the place really where He hit out … Continue reading

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Gaza

Israel coughs And AMERICA smiles The West detests The miles and miles Of Palestinians trying real hard To eke out a living Constantly scarred By the Zionist evil Coming their way Arrogant demons Every day Knocking down houses And olive … Continue reading

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Keep dogs on a leash

People with dogs Eat 2many hogs Eat kangaroo when they can Their dogs off it’s lead Another foul deed People should get a life ban Chasing a wild 1 All of that fear Ignorant Aussies it’s very clear Safeguard our … Continue reading

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Buffalo

Two weeks of neglect And a lifetime of pain Bruised and kicked sideways Again and again Farming young calves All this cadaver meat Buffalo yea I know You pay for that treat

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Karma

Some people deny that karma exists The dead flesh meat eaters around Pigs locked in cages hurt giving birth Then murdered dead they are just worth More ground up in sausage casings Fried in a pan full of lard Those … Continue reading

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