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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 .

A musing for Lily's tenth birthday with leather jacket to match my own design of cause - mother not too keen I have a sneeking suspicion she'd like one too . By ten years of age kids of today are silicone valley sage a decade old an they're ready to fledge the family fold , far too cool for school they just let TiK ToK Rock and Rule !! .

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.

A musing about the Boer war ,whilst tens of thousands were dying of disease and starvation because of lord kitchener's scorched earth policy he was heartbroken about losing his pet starling thank heavens he's not here to sort out the coronavirus .

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 .

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 .

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.

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 .

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 .

A musing about the private member's bills passed with British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds like a serious aural atrocity but it's usually diatribed by someone that's spieling through their own suppository .

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 .

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.

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 .

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...

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 .

It's about time the human realised that a tree is flesh and blood not just timber or a price of wood , these beautiful living entities give us shelter shade and our lifesaving breath ,without them we are condemning our selves to a curtain death

A poem about a very beautiful woman called Claudia who's powerful persona ricochete around us like a midnight thunder , on first meeting she would still and seduce ya with her silent stare of medusa .

A deadly sin this jade eyed Jekyll our secret  schadenfreude that hides within waiting to hatch out into its true reptilian skin .

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.

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...

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 h...

Another eccentric sketch delving into the life of Thornton Harding Jr., an aristocrat with an intense passion for his pets. He bestows upon them the most peculiar names, like his dog, Greyfriars Warton Benson. It's worth noting that this canine companion is permitted to engage in all manner of activities, including lounging on his master's lap and taking the wheel of his car.

A prick of our precious pride is all that's needed to derail and deride our sensibility into taking a walk back onto its wild side .

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 the rain cycle's continual celestial cleansing this perpetual purification of precipitation shows no discrimination of skin treating us all to the same asperging sanctification from sin .