Poetry

William marwood's long drop solution brought about a revolution in the British Empires approach for delivering a more humane method of execution .

Emperors Popes and Kings believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery even as children they  had whipping boys  to take away their punishment and guilt scapegoats for them to stripe and slaughter If the true devine deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would soon see them quickly murdered .

A speech come 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.

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 coughi...

A poem i wrote for the fire and brimstone preacher who baptised me in an ice water stone trough a wild religious Celt with raven hair alabaster skin and husky dog blue eyes a true blood line of the ancient Bretagne .

The English aristocrats are completely crazy. One member of the aristocracy used to ride around his country estate on a giraffe-drawn carriage, and as a child, he had giant tortoises. He kept every type of animal in his house. This is a funny sketch about Thornton Harding the Junior and his obsession with exotic pets. He's building a kangaroo netball team.

A short poem about the wind a vandal hell bent on destruction.

All Medieval religions outlawed usury as a sin , profit of any kind wasn't allowed it still stands as a judgement against you , the pathway to Perdition is going to be littered with alot of Gods righteous as well as the Devil's detritus .

Back in the sixties heavy industry was extremely hard work the way the men eased their brutal burden was with non-stop humourous quirk today its seen as a social deride that one must hastily hide .humour has become a malignant tumor cut away by political correctness until its now all but a rumour .

A musing about many of my friends and relative's who should never have entered into a relationship due to their personalities and persuasions being completely different, fortunately we now have the internet and super computers to marry our sexual selections together .

Blue September skies signals the end of Summer's lease the autumn equinox in one day changes everything tilting time and tugging tide , it's as though our seasons of life has suddenly died .

Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist  and the rest of us mere mortality are kept around as fluffers for their joviality in what's usually a porno drama of pansexuality .

The four main elements to life if we do not learn to respect them as ancient cultures did then they will cease to respect us .

A eulogy for Dave a wonderful man who I knew for forty years. Grandfathers are like old sentinels that stand  guard over us in our early infant years , stolid as grandfather clocks their old heavy hearts pendulum the rhythm of life into our new born ears a mortal metronome that keeps a steady beat to the timpani of our tiny pattering feet.

A little ditty I wrote for lillian's birthday who was born on the first of may now aged nine .all rights reserved

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 ,...

This is a poem about the complacency of people and their attitudes towards the temperature rise of two degrees you'd think that the powers that be were waffling about a couple of cream teas or the price of peas, some have the audacity to blame the up and coming new economies such as the Chinese after we have been pumping out the smoke and sleaze since the early 1750's others think that it's just a...

A musing written for lily age 9 and her cat Sean who's got terribly fat due to been neutered, he's put on a lot of weight I've narrated it in a yorkshire accent due to Sean being born and raised in Harrogate .

A musing about a taxi-dermist cabbie who wouldn't stop spieling about his slaughterhouse side line job, my friend and I could see and smell the blood by the time he'd finished our short journey.

Every experience of adult behaviour through the innocent eyes of a child is quite terrifying now as an adult even death is placed into a calm casual context your maker might as well be a baker.

A short story I wrote about our Neo Omnipresence that seems almost God like in its power and control , the all seeing eye that invisible entity watching over everything we say and do , as the super computer takes over completely and begins to do a billion tweeks a minute to everything mapping the brain body and everything else in our universe maybe one day soon a connection with the great unknown...

From Bonaparte to Lionheart from the mayflower to the superpower all Nations have produce refugees at one time or another we're all to blame for this ever increasing burden of shame

A musing for a women we called Ann Summers due to her working there she asked for a birthday poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she looked at me with utter disdain so I wrote it along the lines of if I bumped into her serving at the Ann summers shop Katie scowls at all men with indifference and takes fun from them Bravo darling It's no more than we deserve. Art work...

A poem I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of grey community bombing us daily with vivid wondrous paintings she takes with her an extraordinary feng shui losing her is like the loss of a perpetual summer's day , artist are the community take them away and you kill it's soul you're left with empty pl...

Walking into a very expensive veggie vegan boutique i listened to the sermon of a spiritual salesman , it felt as if you we're about to adopt his precious vegetables , this high priest of the Celtic druids so worshipped his wild woodland produce I got to feeling that my blood would be sacrificed under an oak tree named Zeus after i touched a sacred sprig of his mistletoe obviously punishable on pa...