Ravenheart

Mustang men in middle aged look like mirages of their former selves , once they were war-faced warriors now they're warfarin worries , they use to be part of the night fever disco scene today they're scared of cottage pie and cholesterol cream. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

The Westminster war of brexit has split a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

The loss of a lion's mane is similar to that of a man's hair as it recedes they both become a little timid and tame loosing pride and prowess both these mammals are now out of the mating game . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich but even there upon acquiring great weath still retained his beggar man roots and rhetoric. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew became bisexual especially after they'd been such a lady killer and then became very much a maneater still what seemed a big squeal back then is now an every day done deal . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem about an angry old man who was released from his angst after he being given a course of oestrogen hormone therapy to combat prostate cancer freeing up his feminine side he's a much happier man now that he's let loose his lesbian libido . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem about a miserable neighbour called stan who once had everything a palace and a kingdom but then unfortunately he lost everything and was reduced to a normal man alas such a tragedy that he should hav't to fall amonst we the mere mortal clan . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

They serve it up for breakfast all red and raw, The news papers land like a fry up of blood and gore , you need the stomach of a matador to swallow down the cover stories carved out by these carnivores. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A short poem written about the money monsters in the city of London thay feed the needy to the greedy down on London's squire mile all the while with their wry smirk and smile hence why this rapacious reptile called Mr mercantile . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem I wrote for my father, who was born in 1926 and is now similar to a motor car, needing constant tinkering to keep him up and running. I've done my best to capture his gasping Yorkshire accent. He was born in the days of horse and cart, starting work at the age of twelve in the steel mills on the east side of the iron river. He mentioned that not only were the steel drays pulled by the huge shire horses, but during the Second World War, they also used elephants from the zoo due to the lack of trucks and fuel. For a boy of twelve, it was a terrifying experience walking past these huge rumbling beasts that were stabled under the railway arches. Each time a train rumbled over the viaduct, these massive mammals would bellow out their deafening roars. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight slimming down from 21 stones to 12 becoming ever so serious and slim I've taken his place by becoming fat and happy obviously you do become the company you keep . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

The building blocks of life are made from nucleic acids , Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time doubtless it would have been eaten by our early primate mammalian species in the form of magic mushrooms so increasing hallucinogenic and conscious brain capability hence where the homo sapiens may have got their synaptic kick start from. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine the first transexual beauty queen who back in 1953 decided bravely to have her gender reassigned to its rightful sexuallity in order that she may be set free from the burden of having to live with her very unwanted masculinity, but it would be a long haul from the first roll of that snowball before the gay community finally made they're stand for equality at the Inn we now know as stonewall. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

When you turn on a virtual assistant Alexa , Siri or Cortana , for the first time even as an adult but especially as a child it feels like You've turned into a God or Goddess of wisdom children will almost certainly give up on any parental guidance and move into a cyber space or a Walt Disney crack house world . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist  and the rest of mortality are kept around as fluffers for their pansexuality. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem written about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub , he then rose to become France's ultimate crime Capo Di Capo ruling over France's under world for fifty years before being gunned down in Paris for an old corsican vendetta . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

The Doom in the room is an artist's quip for a muse what they don't realise is that there ego's are so burdensome to others and probably havt to be in order for them to achieve . Whilst living with an artist as their muse I was once painted with my own blood she thought it would be a wonderful contrast of colour the stark white canvas being my Anglo-Saxon skin and ones bright red blood being the paint very reminiscent of the old English flag . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

We used to be such bonhomie brothers in revelry now like ghosts of the good Life we haunt past each other in the street averting a guilty gaze towards one anothers feet , the spirits and spectres have long since been exorcised by the big dry of sobriety which has turned us all into rational respectable members of society ; today we don't strut so proud or shout too loud , we just shuffle past with eyes cowed and heads bowed. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem about the busiest train in the whole of Britain and Europe the 7.22 to from Woking to Waterloo a hundred million passengers pass through Waterloo each year which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh point's of view . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

Being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous. As a skipper-come-captain, it is easy to be wined and dined each evening by billionaires with the finest foods and drinks. The only drawback is that you steadily become an old soak. I worked alongside many captains who became just that. Thinking back to a collision at night with JJ, the skipper, and a refugee boat – he had gotten drunk with a stewardess and gone to bed, leaving the vessel on autopilot. The similarities to the Titanic are on a much smaller scale but just as deadly. Doing double dog watch shifts doesn't help. Instead of 4 hours, you do 8, covering for someone or even the milk shift when you start at midnight and sometimes finish six hours later. Dozing off is so easy if the autopilot's on. Many of our crew used to come on the milk shift smelling of booze – sea watches disorientate you. I've seen quite a few old sailors having a beer for breakfast as they come off the first watch at 4 am. --- Send in a voice message: https://