Ravenheart

When you're a teenager there's always one out of your crew who takes too much powder and drinks far too much brew we use to call him the Glastonbury gladiator , funny but with them having so much testosterone and adrenaline they also make brilliant parents when they've finished with there thirty year teenage rampage .

A musing about an artist girlfriend from Barcelona Spain , I couldn't understand what she ment by being a spiritual suffragette , sacrificing love and life for her art , I thought her pompous and pretentious born by the silver spoon now after months of lockdown living as a mendicant monk in my own garrett cell of solitary confinement I'm beginning to understand her purgatory point of view .

For someone who's fifty something plus tax and sexually straight it's quite hard to understand all the new sexual genderisations that are now taking place but as they always say let love rule .

A person who is cast in abject austerity remains of the same mind set forever even though they may have risen to a position of privileged prosperity .

A poem about a Spanish African artist girlfriend who's temperament could turn from being a soft mistral breeze that gently caresses into violent blood raining Scirocco that tears the blossom from the trees.

Every day the paparazzi serve us our sadistic sacrifice all flesh red an raw , no good being a herbivore if you read the daily tabloid's blood and gore , you've really got to be a proper cover story carnivore with the stomach of a toreador , let's face it the press room's a slaughtering house stable , and the editor's desk is nothing more than the butcher's table.

A whale song dream turns out to be the squealing brake drums of a distant dust truck it's sound being distorted by the wind gusting through ginnel and garret thrown bin lids cymbal into that sensitivity sobriety announcing the arrival of your monday mornings anxiety.

A musing about a greasy spoon girl Nigella from the Favela , If cook's could kill then this greasa girl is definitely licensed to grill !! she's always standing by ever ready to kill your stomach acid with a peppermint pill.

I was quite horrified to read that the human is responsible for the slaughter of three billion aninmals each day , i wrote the poem in a pompous manner after listening to a hunter talking about his blood sports, he belived it tobe his righteous privalage to kill similar to royalty who once regularly pleasured their pallets with the flesh of endangered animals with some still doing so today after buying a licence from secret African auction houses in many of these poorer countries gluttony and obesity are seen as a wealthy status symbol.

The four elements of life, if we do not lean to respect them as ancient cultures did them they will cease to respect us.

The Queen of green has the monumental task of convincing the oligarchy to give up there Lear jets and super yachts, this mission of attrition to which no one will listen is falling onto the deafest of diamond earrings ,they think it's just a tempest in a teapot NEVER WAS SO MUCH TAKEN BY SO FEW FROM SO MANY.

Medieval doctors use to dress as huge birds with long beak's and feathered cloaks believing that the soul was delivered and despatched by the avian transmigration i.e stalk''s, babies , raven's omens cookoo's madness . To find an egg shaped lump of cancer that then hatches from its embryo into a fresh eating vulturous thing leaving behind an almost a dead skeleton could be perceived by the ancient superstitious to be the work of an avian devil .

In the 1980s Yorkshire towns were all male prowess, which usually ment attempting a liquid suicide of drink each night to show your tribe what a man you  were. It ended with some terrible casualties. The Yorkshire accent is extremely harsh and to most people I would think almost incomprehensible.

The birds and bees are leaving the flowers and trees to join us for the fast food tease lapping up our left overs they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after eating our fast food sleaze.

A poem about a cherub child called Lily who arrived so devine and right on time to save us from our self destruction just as if Gabriel that had gifted to us his Lily shaped horn .

A short sketch I wrote about a Christmas bash with the Old deaf relatives cooking programmes and war movies on alternative TV stations with their daughter trying to talk a little sense in between both of them .