Starlings over the TOR

Starlings Dawn and rainbow dusted wings
Over the TOR
Memories of the Monastery
From all those years before
Sentinels their magic encompassing
The light
Michelle she was early
Capturing the sight

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Huntsmen all arses

So the cops eyes were on him
Bloody good job
They sit their all arrogant
Each one a nob
Or so they think
Above the law they be
Chasing our foxes
Illegally

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Four acres

Look at those Jack Frost free plant pots
Beautifully glazed
And Able to take
Some great big plants
Giving them beautiful growing
The colourful flowing
Go see the discounts
Hear the cock crowing

Spring’s on the edge
It’s coming along
Buds will be bursting
Flowers all along
Snowdrops and daffodils
Crocus and all
The gardens spectacular
An overhaul

For access
With Lucas and all of his pots
His alpines his grasses
He just has lots
Of exciting new things
Plants everywhere
Trees shrubs and miracles
He’s so aware

Sacks of great compost
Stones decorate
All sorts of colours
Everywhere’s great
Bedding plants growing
Go see it all
The Leighton buzzard Road
Just give them a call.

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TOR

The Monastry of St Michael
Once flourishing a while
Ago ensuring water
For the pilgrims who we know
Would have been so thirsty
The trek up from the town
With their animals on summery days
One had to get some down

The tower stands still to this day
Seen by all around
Looking over the levels
There on hallowed ground
Closer to the moon at night
And the sun at times when we
See the great created sky scape
Blushing uncontrollably

Taste the white Spring water
Cold and crisp it be
A frosty cocktail from the bowels
Of the earth and it doth free
The dryness from the aching throats
From the pump house down below
Opposite the chalice gardens
Where the iron clad now does flow

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Pitstone 24/10/1996

I cannot for the life of me
Contemplate the worst
It’s as if, the town was evil
And had actually been cursed
It makes in fact no sense at all
To see a Natural Site
Transformed into a Hell on earth
Like it’s proposed, one night
Meandering the chalk streams
Where life teems, I do run
Up and over Pitstone Hill
In search of what we’ve done

To so deserve this treatment
For those who have tried
Given of our Labour
And now we are mystified
We did allow the town to be
Covered in the dust
It blew from out of their chimneys
And still we gave our trust
We breathed it in for us NO WIN
How it did disgust
Our men came home like snowmen
And that is bloody right
The dust was almost everywhere
Every single night
In their ears and in their eyes
Matted in their hair
Between their toes
We were unwise
It just got everywhere
To put up with this horrid muck
Blowing all around
Even around their genitals
The bloody stuff was found
And now the bastards want to sell us down the river to
A rubbish tip and 19 years
Well it will never do

We have had it up to here with them
They have treated us like muck
And now we do not trust them
For they had their mshare of luck
Now where’s ours

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Sterling’s

Berkhamsted is a town
Proud of itself you have to say
Lots of lovely shops and eating places
Everyday
People come
It’s bustling
As vibrant as can be
Lots of Estate Agents
But one that impressed me
Benjamin Bird at Sterling’s
And all his merry souls
All of them are professional
Friendly in their roles
Of helping, giving service
As excellent and they can
On the phone on line
And in your face
A plan
That really gives support
Generous with their time
High character and integrity
For me up there they climb

Up right they be and principled
The best, I have to say
Buying, selling, valuations
Everything is way
Reliable and dependent
Just lovely folk to know
I have been in Berko
50 years
And now it’s time to go

Thank you Sterling’s for your
Care and attention

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Male calves no future

They slung him in the barrow
Just born seen as waste
A living breathing miracle
The farmer now is faced
With a male no milk no future
Feeding him costs a lot
Kidnap him shoot him in the head
Love him we do not

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Wicked Dragon

Wicked Dragon
Funny name
It’s their clothes
Come share the fame
Magical pagan bright designs
Nepal’s handicraft all those lines
Of beauty really
Needle and thread
Combined with love
That’s what I said

Devon where the business is
On line trading
Is the Biz
Colourful brilliantly made
And they
In essence really light our way

Tops and skirts and trousers too
All sorts of colours every hue
Comfortable beautiful nice to wear
Stand out softly many share
The bounteous cuts the lovely style
Really happy for a while
Great discernment one must say
At the range I see today

Wicked Dragon clothes they be
Tops in my estimation free
Let’s relax let’s dance let’s sing
Let’s be ourselves and see it bring
The best out of us every day
Wearing the clothes a real display
Original styles unique as well
Really lovely the clothes they sell

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Freedom

Do you remember years ago
Freedom. Did exist
We could wander where we liked
Now we must desist
Cannot March cannot sing
Cannot do a bloody thing

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Glastonbury

Only the heavenly paint brush of Time
Can give us a sky born of such an array
An horizon magnificent subtlety showing
From the arch of St Michael’s Tower
Purposefully glowing
Much of the magic held in the skies
And seen by those of us immortally wise

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Glastonbury

A landscape of what is the levels and more
The sky and the countryside seemingly raw
With emotion and history rolled into one
A stern kind of colour when alls said and done
Glastonbury somewhere not far away
A Spirited momentous cause to display

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Fox killers get no thought from me

Look at him with the beautiful fox
A wild soul of the green
A hunting person full of ache
More like some machine
Torturing and killing
Wildness through and through
Calls himself a human
But we know it’s not true

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March

The daffodils are singing
Narcissus in full bloom
Youths once loved their shadows
A gorgeous glowing plume
Bundles of them everywhere
A nosegay of such Thought
Petticoats of orange too
So many bunches bought

Mother’s Day this Sunday
For Mothers near and far
The postmen out delivering
Early yes they are
Amazon and others
Boxes of fine flowers
Without mums where would we be
Among the many showers

Falling out of grey skies
And drab and wet despair
Trees a lot still leafless
Their lacy branches share
A clear view through to cold wet trunks
And branches dark and cool
And underneath great sheaths of daffodils
Loved by us all.

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Do you like the crackling?

We show the pictures
We walk the talk
But you lot out their
Knife and fork
Gobbling dead flesh by the pound
Extra crackling
Hear the sound

Of dead pigs skin that’s now falling into your rancid gut

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Farming = cruelty where female animals are involved

Takes three men to force a EWE
They call it farming
What they do
Is harm and hurt
A dear female
All three of them
Should be in jail

Instead the meat eaters can’t wait to get to grips
With their lamb dinner and or their woollen clothing

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Glastonbury

The sun comes peeping through the bushes
Listening to the sound
of daffodil choristers
Welcoming Spring
Across the humble ground
Looking skywards to the Tower
Duty bound to show
Avid eyes it’s countenance
Part of its ebb and flow

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Bird talk

We birds can see can hear
Can speak
We do have to be keen
To recognise who feeds us
And those that are rather mean
When danger is approaching
We have to communicate
We use birds words
we do
In a world of human beings
Nothing is more true

Some feed us and we are grateful
The corvids tells us, they
Share the souls who care about us
We know every day
Pigeons have a bad press
Starlings do as well
Those town dwellers are apparently
Thought to come from Hell

Some of us a songsters
Some of us we are sure
All of us have our own ways
Seeing we adore
Those of you who buy us seeds
And fat balls it is true
We love you we appreciate
All the things you do

The corvidae are noisy
They fly about in packs
But they are very generous
Very few attacks
On us the tiny feathered ones
We can get by too
Lots of trees and bushes
And hedgerows where we do

Live and just feel happy
Water we need of course
Ponds and pools and streams and puddles
Ofcourse they are a source
But those of you
Who leave the water out for us
We know
Warm water when it’s very cold
Really helps us glow

Town stars have more problems
And sea sides the sea birds
But all get by now which is why
Most are lost for words
To fly from place to place
And to catch insects in the air
To roost to look in windows
Hoping you are there

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Beware of the Dairy

Be wary of Dairy
Denmark is where
This little soul
Being kidnapped
Will share
Not milk from its mother
It’s for your corn flakes
The calf gets the bullet
And before death the shakes

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Cradled

Hung in the cradle
Pliers on our tail
Tag on our ears
The start of a trail
Of punishing agony
What did we do
We were born
We need rescuing
Honest we do

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PRIYANKA

Priyanka you see it
King Street it’s there
A glorious clothes shopping experience
They care
Christine so welcoming, so thoughtful, she shares
Her wealth of experience
And beautiful wares

Hand made in India
In Rajasthan
It’s capital Jaipur
Owned by a man
Who supports handmade clothing
Dresses and tops
Beautiful skirts
Shirts poncho’s
It stops
you, walking passed
It’s like a wonderful draw
Just step inside
See the wonders galore

Comfortable spacious
Stocked very well
Christine is charming
Of course she can sell
But she’s laid back and affable
And knowledgeable too
You will love the experience
Honest it’s true

All sorts of colours
And beautifully made
The shop is a picture
Respectfully laid
Out in a manner
That welcomes for you
Will Love all the clothing
Knowing it’s true

It’s name is a lady with
Beautiful eyes
PRIYANKA

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Curio Lounge

It’s a place to relax
To relish to be
Its laid back and calm
So enjoyably
Ursula and Jake
Were the players last night
We had been on the road
And in the fading light

Had got to Stroud
We needed a Beer
A chance to sit down
Our tired heads to clear
The Curio Lounge
Home from home in a way
WELCOME SIT
anywhere
Great at word play

Families a dog or two
It just feels right
A great cafe bar
Respectful and right
Friendly and caring
And thoughtful it be
All those wall pictures
We’re lovely to see

We sat on table 6

9/11 King Street
GL53BX

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Glastonbury

A beautifully cultured picture
That tree it wants to be there
Look at the Tower exuding it’s power
And the daffodils to we see there
The sun a fireball of the solar
And the sky holds the grass to acclaim
You can feel Michelle is out there somewhere
Call her just call her by name.

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China and animal torture. X rated

What goes on inside the head
Of those who feel the need
To take a pair of pliers
And hook an eye out watch it bleed
The ball removed the screams we hear
A heart so broken by
The chuckling conniving monster
On hand to apply

The vilest nastiest torture
A kitten soft and mild
It feels the horrific action
Really I am reviled
To see such ugly evil
What man will actually do
To innocence personified
On line sorry it’s true

Why would anyone stoop this low
Hearing the violent screams
Blood spurt it’s abominable
That tragically there are teams
What can only be described
As monsters from another world
And sharing them on line
The perpetrators should be hurled
Some where where the sun don’t shine
Somewhere far away
And regret that any innocent
Be part of the affray

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Richard Drax Cracks

With ideas of this nature
The Tories will see
Their so called support
Diminish
The key
to sense
To a consciousness
To natural calm
Is to respect the wild souls
See they don’t come to harm

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Carnage over flour deliveries

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🐠🐟in a barrel
George used these words
Starving they r
Less food than most 🐦‍⬛🦅 beautiful people
Frightened as hell
Driven 2famine
&shot in a spell
Of carnage.

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Hunting and hostelries

Hunting for Foxes
For Hares and for Deers
These criminal elements
Leave me in tears
Clad in their tunics
Riding their steeds
Lacking respect
See how that feeds
Into the consciousness
Where Nature imparts
Such glorious freedom
In everyone’s hearts

Hoteliers and pubs
Who cater for souls
Should omit criminality
Respecting their roles
The honest the abusers of law
Hate them here
So sharing good space
With these hunters, it’s clear

More should say NO to them
Go on your way
Breaking the law
Getting tanked up
Just say
Hunters are banned
In this pub or this bar
You know it makes sense
Wherever they are

Arrogant really
They Think they own the land
They are cruel to their hounds
Most just don’t understand
They are crude to the sabs
They ride on our lanes
They swear they don’t care
And booze in their veins

Is never an idea
Being in charge
Of a fine horse
Each
Weaponry charge
And some of them do it
Loud yes of course
Too Plum mouthed they be
On the back of the horse.

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Poor little kitten

In a netted creel
The kitten for real
In China oh dear
Living in fear
Knowing she will
Soon pick up the bill
Be butchered and beaten
And probably eaten

@PDChina
@XinhuaChinese
@WCSChina
@VietnamNewsVNS
@japantimes
@Catshealdeprsn

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Camel nap

It’s kidnap pure and simple
What do they expect from me
Just to watch my baby stolen
My love undoubtedly
Conquers all the hatred
The inhumanity
Humans are repulsive
As you all can clearly see

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A beautiful people

A beautiful people
Indigenous we
Palestine lovers
Close to the sea
Up against cruelty
Intolerance too
Sociable people
With dreams just like you

Moved pushed about
Gregarious we
We have much pride
But are reputed to be
Animals that’s what the Zionists say
But we are angels
And await the day

When we have a country
A state of our own
Away from their arrogance
Their boastful tone
We Palestinians
Are noble as well
Observing our families
A benevolent spell

Fear is all around us
Threats night and day
Black clouds and menace
We are thankful to say
Our families are everything
Our children too
Being threatened and shot at
What can we do

Under occupation
In honour we stand
In awe at the blue sky
On Rafah land
Upright and ready
Our integrity
Really soul searching
And hoping to be

Given our land back
Our morality
Justice we seek it
Our validity
Condemned out of hand
It is no place to be
Camped out on the sand
Starving regrettably

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Rafah

Hostility around us
Morning noon and night
Tent cities stretch
Just everywhere
Dispossessed our flight
On the sand it’s hand in hand
We await more bombs you see
Unfriendliness and antipathy
Ostracism we
Are a proud proud nation
But sadly are not free
Our children all are fearful
Crying constantly
Hear us hear our worldwide plea
You have to help us now
Rafah so overcrowded
Please helps us show us how

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