When I’m no more
where will I be
dust in some urn
not able to see
my home
all the hard work
my dear Friend
just gone
Thrown over the mountains
or just sprinkled upon
I cry in my soul
as each day passes by
and my journey ends
so upset am I
When I’m no more
where will I be
dust in some urn
not able to see
my home
all the hard work
my dear Friend
just gone
Thrown over the mountains
or just sprinkled upon
I cry in my soul
as each day passes by
and my journey ends
so upset am I
A baby is wasted
Creatively
Entered the world
Of true adversity
On the vile carousel
A baby did cry
A mother in pain
That baby will die
Sooner than it’s mother
Born in the wrong place
It was raped by a farm hand
What a disgrace
Breathing the air
The stench of the barn
Backs into the darkness
A sick awful yarn
Before our eyes
A baby in need
A mother in agony
They are stealing her milk
As her baby arrives
A promise of course
No one survives
The dairy life’s hairy
To the gullible who
We’re raped and made pregnant
And gave birth it is true
She will not see her offspring
But still feels it’s pain
She won’t hear it cry
Not ever again
Tonight the rain is smashing against
the window pane
the weather here is really awful and
a bitter crosswind causing massive howling
a raging storm now blowing off the land
the trees are obviously out there bending crazily
blast after blast in what appears a rage
the Hawthorn and the Holly
the oak trees and the Pines
its like a banshee’s vitriol
the ancient wood has the signs
of feeling shock and weakness
in the midst of such a storm
Samhain is now upon us
the thinning of the veil
a time evoking spirits
Who may join us on the trail
The so called dairy farming staff
Somehow are unaware
Of making mothers stand in shit
It really is unfair
They service life they are mothers
And sadly what we do
Is be totally unfair to them
Tragically it’s true
They suffer for our arrogance
And our ignorance alas
Cruelty is the deed we share
Tragically en masse
Pumpkins and root crops
And frost faeries come
As the city folks leave
Night falls and some
Light forms exist where the stars
And the moon
Bring a share of true freedom
Which helps us attune
to the season
By buying milk we guarantee cruelty
For mother cows
Their babies will be kidnapped
They had sacred powers
They are very capable mothers
So badly treated by
The dairy farms a crying shame
That so many of them die
For each mother killed. Let’s cry
I carried 2 babies so heavy for me
Gave birth on this earth
Their sweet faces did see
Created my milk as rich as I could
Til they kidnapped both of them
They are just not good
Humans buy my milk
For their calcium store
But My calves will be slaughtered
Of that I am sure
Ungodly and evil this dairy be
Not even a thank-you do they say to me
The female of the Bovine species suffer untold pain
Physical and emotional
In truth it is insane
Rape kidnap and murder
Torture day and night
So much misinformation
And propaganda that isn’t right
Humanity the arrogant
Fed on chickens boiled
In cages in captivity
In areas so soiled
With excrement and urine
Wildness banned oh dear
A victim lost forever
Who lived in utter fear
Man is anything but kind to animals
Herd retaliation
After a hunter shot
One of their precious family members
They killed him on the spot
He an angry cowardly twerp
Thinking he was right
To gun down an elephant
Clearly not all that bright
These trophy hunting specimens
Ought
to realise
Ambushing wild animals
If A family member dies
As for a miserable hunter
He got his reward
earlier than some around
We must have the confidence to actually
Be ourselves
We know who we really are
Ignorance though delves
Into dead end paths where woe
Perhaps presume that we do go
Wearing black of pagan hue
Doesn’t change your outlook to
Anything negative for we must
Be ourselves and remain just
The mirror image of our soul
Entirely with in our control
Wild monkeys shipped across the world
Experimented on
Electrodes torture every hour
It’s wild behaviour gone
Blinded sitting so disturbed
Every single hour
It’s frighteningly obvious
No wonder these souls cower and cry
Torture is terrible
And what we see
Is the blatant result
It’s a catastrophe
Cruelty reigns
In the pig farms we know
They suffer and cry
Every hour that they grow
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We under value others
Their talents are supreme
Waste is not an option
This a clever meme
The men here are intelligent
What they can do
With brainpower and with know how
As we now see is true
She struggled with strife
So they took her life
For your chocolate your custard your cream
She knew that her calf
Had been killed
It’s no laugh
It’s really the worst kind of dream 🐄
The Elephant cometh
He wants more
Loves the sounds
It feels so raw
Great big ears
Yes he does bring
Like the way this man does sing
sing to knocking on heavens door
Motherly love
Is the greatest
A bounden duty to
Be dutiful and caring
Be intimate and true
A fondness and understanding
Devotion through and through
Utter understanding
It’s what all mothers do
Immense sacrifice
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Respect held in high standing
Women who give birth
Utter admiration they have my awe
All over earth
Vectors of the godly spirit
Let’s hold in high regard
Homage and a high respect
A trip on a train
from Fairbourne to Barmouth
through Arthog Community
In the cool rain
a narrow gauge steam railway
Puffing along
it rattles a bit
but it seems to belong
picks up some speed
takes the tunnel and slows
the Mawddach across from us
worthy of prose
The estuary widens
as do the dunes
the waving grasses
And the Lagoons
sea trout and salmon
And the Irish Sea
Barmouth a ferry leaves
so windy, it be
winter is coming
We’re beginning to feel
A bleakness
less people
Not quite the appeal
a vista of freshness
It’s goosebumps for me
down through the sand
to the sea
its perishing, honest
imagine to fall
into the sea here
a biting squall.
back on the train
to Fairbourne again
dragons teeth stones
where tanks dare not go
McDougalls flour
created the flow
And made it a seaside
a village we know
he just seemed to think
it would be lovely
for families
the sun
The beach and the sea
what this great man
had done
A lovely sunspot
Milton’s paradise found
It was for real
Where so many were bound
a lovely long beach
buckets and spades
sand castles built
even now
the dream fades
as the levels do rise
Gwynedd Council believes
Fair bourne is losing
its fight with the sea
and one day they will wake up
ingloriously
submerged
As sea levels are rising
flooding could be
a drastic problem
apparently
built on a flood plain
the marshes are showing
and possibly
this place might be swamped
It’s risks growing
Fairbourne submerged
indefinately.
Thank you to Laura and Hari
for accompanying me there.
A mothers love is everything
Affectionate and kind
Such tenderness and feeling
Attachment and devotion
Admiring and adoring
Life and love in motion
Calves kidnapped
Abomination but it happens every time
In the Dairy🐄🐄
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Enter the cat
Who knew where she was at
As for the bear
He should never be there
The dog had a go
But the cat snorted so
Pawed him and he
Ran off in a shock
Moelwynion
was kind of smiling on this cold
October day
Jason rang my door bell
from the Council
and did say
he came to help
with refuse
hirsute a bit like me
a smiling face
and countenance
and at once I could see
he was a happy giant
your bins
we are going to come
i could see that lateral thinking
he possessed that rule of thumb
he was here to help me
came and looked around
listened to my banter
Shared the noble ground
A jovial disposition
A friendly and helpful man
Dolgellau draws amazing souls
just because it can
i have fantastic neighbours
like I have never had before
In fact I have found my Heaven
with angels by the score
An honest vulnerability
An admonishment received
From profit seeking dairies
As the public are deceived
Bovines suffer enormously
Females of the breed
Violated constantly
With deliverance they bleed
🐄🐂
Christopher Columbus it’s his fault we hear
Bring these boars over
Increasing the fear
That they love rumpy pumpy
And before very long
Their numbers are huge
Their pedigree strong
Now there are millions
Scoffing the corn
A great decimation
Look around it’s all gor’n
Imagine that conclusion
A really massive stool
Each step brought tears to its eyes
Worried it might fall
Just shows you there are angels
Ready to relieve
By pulling on the subject matter
With an enormous heave
The little soul was dormant
On his garage floor
Motionless and resting
Building up its core
Somehow was wrapped in spider silk
Tired from wriggling free
Till a kind man cut the fronds
And the humming bird was free
An art form
An accomplishment
Actively shows
An amazing manoeuvre
Million’s of feathers
That beautifully flows
It’s safety in numbers
Worthy of prose
Sheep dips are extremely toxic
In the real extreme
49 days for meat and offal
And 3 months after shearing.
And never handle sheep
Without good protection
May find yourself react
sickly
All of this is true
Neurological damage Cancer
And some more
Brain damage it’s serious stuff
Gets into your core
The poor sheep have to wear it