Monthly Archives: December 2023

Note to Stevie

I know how it gets to you People I mean The meanest of all they are They set a scene Their lack of respect They taunt and they mock Which is injurious It comes as a shock But you were … Continue reading

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Alex potten end

So it’s going to happens the make over coming Watch out all you barbers and Turks It’s head numbing Alex is going to festoon her place With love and just everything And her sweet face I can imagine it it’s … Continue reading

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Palestine

Palestine’s crumbling People are crying Explosions and fire storms And so many dying Children lie battered Broken and torn Fathers and mothers Wish they hadn’t been born Israeli soldiers Their Arrogance rules Blowing up hospitals Such wretched fools Settlers maliciously … Continue reading

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A couple of chicks

We all need to check A bushel or a peck Corn and grain And how insane It be to eat the likes of those With feathers and hide I do suppose

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Love in its freshest form

A kitty a toddler The true attitude Caring and sharing No nothing is skewed By emotion or falsity What we see here Is innocence thoughtfulness And purposeful cheer

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Wild killers

The great separation Where compassion should be Where vile rabid murmurings Deafen the free Killers, the spillers Of wild blood Conjoin With their evil indifference And cancerous loin

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Sky over the Tor

It’s alive a remarkable burst Of true fire Glastonbury melts In the great solar spire A sensational sense of the real And the good Avalon purposefully Is understood Magical murmurings Mighty melodious

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Driving through forests Beware

Paths through the forests Roads through them too See cars driving too fast It’s what humans do Imagine that animals stay put And will not cross a road And just stay still But sadly they venture Out and a bang … Continue reading

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Animals from a child’s perspective

As a child it’s is noble to realise they The animals are part of the family A way of making life better sustainable too Sharing and caring It’s what families do It’s how to grow To care and be there … Continue reading

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Giving birth to a presumed dead pup

Carrying a baby A mother assumes Is historically happy Because she presumes Life is upon her Alas baby is still Her baby is dead She can not fulfil Then her baby is awake A mother in joy Life is the … Continue reading

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Piglet xmas

A baby was hoping she caring How faring Whose swearing not I Not the vegan guy But those ugly vile Who ought be on trial Called for ham for bacon for spam Wanting a death Needing the breath To chew … Continue reading

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The ultimate attempt

The ultimate message To victims whose plight Endangers real life The most wicked blight A man steps up bravely To rescue a hound In icy waters Seemingly drowned Out an existence an Angel he be A man with a sizeable … Continue reading

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An Angel on the road

A sloths instant smile Eyes twinkling she Assured of her saviour A man yes who be Thoughtful and caring And sharing his love Saving by braving the negative He from up above an Angel

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Revered

Renegade rockers Musical gems Women of substance Really it stems Out of the genius spirits Each own Beautiful masterful Spirits seed sown Remarkably lastingly they Will ne’er be forgotten Revered let me say Forever 🩵

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Chickens at Christmas

Millions &millions of beautiful birds R lost in an instant listen to words Of the feathery fantastic feelings, we speak These beautiful souls will be gone in a week Necks broken,feathers pulled lost to this world Pig fat shoved up … Continue reading

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Winged one’s

The wonderful lustre of winged ones Sharing the etheric light Is what life’s about in an instant Which should be an empirical right Our soft and desirable cuddle Lifting the hearts of us all Soft and persuasive adorning Might just … Continue reading

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An ongoing holocaust Happening hourly Casting evil on all who feel The need to consume The suckling era The ugly Meat Trade Who assume Status over vile intention Agonised grief and all about Man is lewd man is subjecting Angels and murder To the darkest rout

An ongoing holocaust Happening hourly Casting evil on all who feel The need to consume The suckling era The ugly Meat Trade Who assume Status over vile intention Agonised grief and all about Man is lewd man is subjecting Angels … Continue reading

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Storks and loss

High voltage wires Took her away The love of his life Lost on that day His healthy brood His where for all Assisted by The eternal call A man is helping The family does Eat and manage

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Octopus

A heartless vile individual Tapping on her mobile phone She is going to consume pure agony It’s futuristic attempts are sown She is grotesque and the octopus Is going to suffer much Be chewed upon by a monster Who has … Continue reading

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Stonehenge

I am ok it’s just Stonehenge is clearly a special place being disrespected by our government order adding to a Druids lamentation by stating a need to change its status by using Labouring machinery to facilitate a tunnel a positional … Continue reading

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Cows suffer greatly in dairies

Rumen lavage it happens A stomach tube and more Water for distension Gravity flow for sure A cow is at the mercy Of farmers imagine that And Understand what it’s like to be Where those cows are at

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Hollow points

Dum dum shells Violent spells Magicians to the fore America the perilous Are setting forth to war Brutality the objective On the people Potentially It all feels really awful I trust you do agree

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The Tor at night

Through the arch looking outwards To vistas of light Shrouds of clouds Multi colours A magical sight Darkness apparent It be far from clear So kaleidoscopic For the end of the year

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Starlight

A great source of light From the stars in array Depicting in gold the tower far away A great soup of starlight Twinkles and shines Behold the great moon And this observer opines A wonderful clarity It’s so revealing So … Continue reading

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Rodeo

Fun they call it Hurt and pain Broken limbs We are insane Cruel and nasty Grown up men Beating on animals My ask When will we ever leave them be Rodeo is cruelty Rodeo is vile and wrong A place … Continue reading

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Rodeo cowboys

Chicken hearted rodeo Cowboys drugged up Yea we know Cowering skulking Arse oles they Ropes small calves In a frightening way Craven spirited High poltroon They have no backbone Hopeless loon Frighten kick and genuinely Foul the animals Come and … Continue reading

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Chick

Born to die In human world Where his mother was eaten And he was hurled Out of his shell into a bag To suffocate

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Feelings and Roo’s

You bet they have feelings In a hot dusty world Being murdered by shooters Their sanctity hurled Feeding their joeys At night seemingly Ripped from the outback And killed tragically A mother produces milk Yes for two a joey a … Continue reading

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A lonely chick about to be slaughtered

Exactly but then The chick wasn’t able To distinguish herself Sitting there on the table A conveyor about to Take her to her death Crushed in some grinder Devoid of breath Egg corporations They do not care It’s money their … Continue reading

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Posting pigs by post

Infanticide so matter of fact Packing young babies How to react Heartless paid a pittance For murder and pain These are live youngsters The packer insane Chinese of course What makes him tick Because he is clearly A low life … Continue reading

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