Ravenheart

As you get older looking for love is similar to rummaging through a scrap yard come jumble sale you sift an shake through the worn torn fragile and fail usually to no avail things are stretched out of shape almost befitting the proverbial grey whale instead of the once sleek male or female then suddenly there it is the right one for you the little bunny rabbits bob tail an together you dovetail perfectly as you'd been handmade by thomas chippendale . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

Paint me warts and all said Olivier Cromwell who had the skin of an old toad after his death he was hung at Tyburn then decapitated his head was put on a pole outside Westminster palace the parliament he'd spilt so much blood to put in place . I have used some archaic English which is still used in many Yorkshire rural communities to this very day. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A short song I wrote about the monster munch crisps as a love song I did it whilst riding aboard a train the 11.34 from Bicester to London Marylebone station 12.38 recorded in two takes outside McDonald's in double quick time. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A short song I wrote about owning a car in the swinging sixties which was extremely rare especially for young people but if it was a jaguar then you were the nouveau rich make believe millionaires the fake faux movie stars members of my family and their friends were just this usually their balloons burst into bankruptcy debt and divorce, too much money in young hands its like mixing desire together with hell fire . All rights reserved --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

Krystyana Skarbek was a polish beauty queen a countess and the longest serving spy in Churchill's SOE , with a life expectancy of six weeks she lasted seven years as a field agent fighting against Nazi tyranny   only then to be   betrayed by her own trusted powers the British who at the end of the second world war with a stroke of their Judas pen  turned her  into a stateless  refugee and also leaked her name to Stalin's newly formed KGB . On the day that she was  due to fly out to be married and finally set free she was murdered this beautiful bravest of the brave   Femme Fatale . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

If ever you should take a drink with a witch make sure you leave the very same night before the break of day or the dawn of light by which time you might just find yourself in a very unfortunate plight of being subjected to her JuJu cat's emasculation bite that leaves you as some sort of strangely sculptured hermaphrodite . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A eulogy I wrote for a dear friend of mine who to me will always be the last bohemian fugitive, an artist for more than 65 years a very impressive figure who change my life for the better with his mindful mentoring. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

An English king's breakfast could  consist  of swine flesh, embryos , fungi ,congealed blood , kippers, herring's, pike , roach various birds venison, cockles , pilchards .    when thinking about the Buddhist belief of  reincarnation  wouldn't it be a devine justice  if these gargantuan gluttonous  came back  as screaming red faced tomatoes in a vegan salad . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

Ruby's a teenage dream queen that's been hand made in heaven to a cat walking cool talking size number seven , she glares an glints guilty as a guillotine , her temper is a mix of gunpowder an nitroglycerin. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A song for a love honey we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked me for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she cursed me a look of pure disdain , so I wrote this along the lines of a frigid flustering fool that she'd doubtless be serving at the Ann summers shop. Katie looks at all men with indifference and always takes fun from them , Bravo darling it's all we deserve. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

Looking at my Godson Watching the Lion king I cast my mind back to childhood and when I saw a pathetic beast a lion that was used as a pet in a scrap yard chained, toothless, clawless and castrated, it died of pneumonia because of cold and cruelty terrible how we bring these beautiful beasts to suffer in our cold climates to become a caged curiosity . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem written for a sibling son whose quest for frolic and fun wedge hatred in-between his brothers love by what he'd gone and done , it's difficult to understand the parable of the prodigal son especially if you're looking through the eyes of the other hard working one who through restraint and strive hath managed with diligent life toiled and tilled the farm in order to fill empty bellies and winter barn now back without a crumb returns the squandering sibling pun doubtless to take the family fortune for yet another hit an run better remember this of the prodigal son who fritted away everything from dad and mum let him now work to the rise and fall of a burning sun whilst you yourself seek out some frolic an fun --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A poem written for a crazy young woman who I fell hopelessly in love with during the summer of 1992 whilst working in the South of France aboard yachts in the port of Antibes . Together we stayed in a huge stone pile called the chateau Laval courtesy of Jack et Michelle Olga was a green-eyed goddess with olive skin and a temper that she'd borrowed from the dog cerberus , I was a dotting fool but hay to everyone who's ever suffered from the lightning strike of love at first sight or as the Italians call it "amoure a prima vista" or in the French" le coupé de foudre", all I can say is that like myself i hope that you've never recovered and never do because it's a beautiful feeling of being processed by the madness of passion. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A musing about an old friend who has now divorced and gone back onto the Mating sites looking for lust not realising that his old sex pistol has long since turned to rust , men of curtain age with faint hearts and feeble flesh really they need to be extremely careful I told one chum that his Bumble dating site might be better if it was called crumble due to the flaking dusty disposition of its clients. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ravenheart/message

Every night I ask the women at my local shop what has been happening I usually get same boring response from a middle class mind full of meandering mediocrity then I tell her she can lie to save us both the boring reply.

A musing about Lord Kitchener who's Sabre rattling speeches come sermons raised rampant applause back in Whitehall and Westminster whilst unfortunately his young Virgin soldiers were dying by 6000 a day , he had printed into their guide books for war , "avoid wine and women" meaning french prostitutes , with a life expectancy of 17 hours catching a little pox would have been the least of their worries .

Thinking back to my parents fate it's hard to see how they once did romantically pass through the eden gate into the land of milk and money where they fell hopelessly in love and felt the urge to passionately procreate , after which they wore the mortgage mask that twenty five year servile task eventually paying back the bank managers seven percent overdraft , they scrimped and scrapped in a steel city strife an then this beleaguered husband and wife decided to search out a big world party and a brand new life , they both sat before a monk faced magistrate who annulled their vows of matrimony awarding one spouse the house and the other a monthly allowance of alimony, Friends and family did try to console and commiserate all in vain an far too late due to both parties now having hearts made of suede and heads full of hate .

A poem for NENO who used to be a traveller with wings upon her feet up untill Gabriel gifting her a daughter with the same name as his immortal horn the beautiful Lily .

The crisis of covid-19 has caused our fast spinning world to slow to a seizing after trillions of dollars of quantitative easing it still feels like the whole world has been hit by some dreadful physical freezing now everybody waits with bated breath for the chancellor of the Exchequer to begin his terrible squeezing an just when the pandemic feels over winter arrives and again people start coughing an sneezing gasping an a wheezing .

A song I wrote for Nina in lock down with covid and the kids a little soft swing Whilst you do your thing hell what else do you do whilst in Morrisons café.