Monthly Archives: August 2024

Captain Watson

When your fame hits the sky When you save whales It’s high Time that those killing them Needs to address What they still do For it affects you It brings quiet some stress So they confess Arrest the culprit Shut … Continue reading

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Trophies make all the difference

They wanted the antlers To display on the wall They thought they were fetching Clearly a school Of thought a combination Of arrogance here And of course ignorance All laced with fear Kill, put to death The trophy could be … Continue reading

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The lights in the sky

Where the curtain of night Is specifically dark Borealis can surface So a walk in the park Through the darkest degree One can actually see The starlit invention Of what is godly A message around the TOR glastonbury For Michelle … Continue reading

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The issue

A small minded issue I reach for a tissue Sporting and snorting The coldest of air The run of the Hounds Never out of bounds Reality calling It needs over hauling

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The hounds

A bevy of hounds They crap where they run In splendid confusion When alls said and done They run like the clappers Piss artists they Pollute every which way On each given day

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Spleen

Alone, contemplation Sunset a realm The honey soaked sky And me at the helm Of a massive equation A startling scene A vista Dear sister Whoever we have been Silence was golden Deep in my spleen.

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RSPCA farms are neglecting pigs big time

Pork production RSPCA approved facilities We heard today Pork for supermarkets, where Cruelty is everywhere Beatings clearly some neglect Because of the failure to inspect. Aldi Lidl Tesco Morrisons to name 4

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Who’d be a chick

A male chick Doesn’t have a chance Down the conveyor Joins the dance Of death into the great machine That turns them to soup Of course we are mean The egg industry Decides that they Are not worth saving Any … Continue reading

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Protected status what a cheek

Protected status What a cheek After trying to hunt the meek The wild red foxes of the field A case in law they wish to build It’s up to Labour to close them down🦊🦊

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Orangutan mother

A mother is his greatest teacher Nine years study on the bough 200 0r so fruits to eat When ripe the taste is how When to climb when branches Will hold us safely and All this knowledge needed

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Slaughterman

A slaughter man dancing with a dead pig With a knife in his hand a kindof jig He thinks he’s funny No empathy Knows no compassion And, no pity Where’s the respect A photo shop All I can think of … Continue reading

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Be kind to chickens

A chicken can be a real friend She will follow you, for sure Be kind to her don’t eat her eggs Believe me at her core Is someone who will recognise You Come to you and she Will never ever … Continue reading

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May’s Forest bought and paid for

Why because he cared Quietly thought A forest needs a space to think It’s roots it’s leaves it’s heart does sink Into the earth A natural world Where wildness truthfully is hurled

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Duck farming

We humans are sick Soulless I say Farming ducks Webbed feet birds To consume And we pay Little attention To where most Ducks live They of course live in water And so we give Man anything but kind Or observant … Continue reading

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Deer Hunters

Devon and Somerset Where the red deer Live their wild lives Many in fear Of the huntsmen The dogs The shooters who be Ready to chase And kill tragically Wild souls at home Know the lie of the land Every … Continue reading

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Poor sheep

Farmers need to be observant Need to care and need to be Aware of how their sheep are coping Never neglected which seems to me Happened here So many injured emaciated too it seems Living with dying and dead sheep … Continue reading

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Tree (in the morning)

The same tree There it be Waving in the wind It’s key feature Is it’s greenery Dark olive with a light blue sky Gade valley down below Doth sigh A gentle chalk stream Flows along Under the clouds The birds … Continue reading

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Chickens

Don’t call us nuggets We are chickens Breaded and gloriously Living a feathery outcome Together we all try to be Egged on by silence and beauty Soulful like nothing before Chickens yes that is our make up We live in … Continue reading

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Badgers

Under Labour Despite promises Badgers can expect The countryside to be at war To seemingly reject The notion it’s not badgers But tge way our cows are fed The chemical laced feed they get Which has surely led To weaknesses … Continue reading

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Pok

A prince in so many ways A Resident, he Of Glastonbury Town Where enchantment is free A musical troubadour A teller of tales Inspired by the fey Whose wisdom just sails Out from his soul From his heart to exclaim … Continue reading

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Trees

Trees become shadows As light leaves the sky A stillness a darkness On this we rely A haven for wild birds A positive place Swallowed up by the night At an inscrutable pace As the clouds turn to grey Slowly … Continue reading

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Hunting stags in England

ENGLand and the drag hounds Chasing them we see Fear and absolute ugliness Lost souls actually These evil men Out hunting Cornering the foe Driving them into the river The river Yeo Saboteurs are onto them Courage yes we see … Continue reading

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Who likes Pork on the end of their fork

Live pig soup In boiling broth Still feeling pain we feel The boiling will remove the hairs Hell for them is real Humanity loves spare ribs And pork chops we are told Soon they will jointed And be worth their … Continue reading

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Gaza

In the midst all we see Is destruction Bodies all broken and burned The headless ones searching for spirit And rescuers truly concerned At the rubble and collapsing buildings Whole families wiped out and gone Imagine the house that you … Continue reading

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Robinho redbreast

A sweet little soul Her red breasted suit Of wonderful feathers From deep in her root A being of light In a world full of dark She comes every morning Kind of up with the lark An eagle inside her … Continue reading

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Glastonbury

The suns winking on the horizon A new day is bound to be fine Soft warmth comes over the walker This whole brilliant scene is now mine Under the Tor bubbles freshness Water as tasty and clear Let’s drink at … Continue reading

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Lucy. The elephant

She rocks in a stupor Saddened of course A lost soul remembering She was a force To be reckoned with tragically But now we see A broken spirit Who responsibly Cries every day And dies In a way.

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Fox hunters

These FOX hunters Are criminal gangs All dressed to kill With unruly fangs Hound dogs on speed On horseback we see Landowner types Bounding over the Lea Jodhpurs and peak caps And arse leathers tight They speak with a tongue … Continue reading

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Tackle

A mouth full of tackle Metal and wire Uncomfortable being It feels like a mire Of dread and confusion I’ll advised sin Humanity forces us And we must win Race when we ache Jump when we feel Exhausted and sickly … Continue reading

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Con trails

It rained so hard this afternoon Lashing on my window pane August sky born con trail etchings Artistic violence yes insane Pilots taunting High and mighty Lilian named a girls name who Takes the blame regressively Not in my book … Continue reading

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