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Mark Rosher of Gloucestershire, England
If you watch BBC news today You’re in for a big surprise Coz in between all the facts and truth Are blatantly evil lies As Newsnight treats you just like a prat By Photoshopping Jeremy’s hat Against a blood red backdrop of St Basil’s Orwell couldn’t make it up The Information Age is steadily taking... Continue Reading →
From cold winter’s wassail we called to the old gods. Fire and drum, Cider and song We spoke to the night, and waked the sleeping land Came tentative spring all around began rousing Bud and shoot Flower and fruit They bathed in the sunshine and new April’s shower In high leafy boughs the blossom is... Continue Reading →
Newspaper curls in the heat of the vitriol Steaming like ordure; a ranting tirade! Perhaps we should not take the wording as literal but Jesus is banned from the Easter parade! The eggs that he laid are no more to be Christian, The hare and the springtime fertility rite. The National Trust has defied all... Continue Reading →
All you need is a drum and bass line and somewhere to shout at people in an angry fashion... Brexit means Brexit The will of the nation; The cutting of ties, and with no mitigation. A short eight line missive; A Bill of disaster. It’s almost dismissive to think of thereafter. She’s off on her... Continue Reading →
There's a phrase that's often mooted "Not my monkeys not my circus" When we want to tell each other That it's nowt to do with us But events are now unfolding With enormous implication In the USA and Britain Truth is killed without a fuss We might laugh at North Korea Scoff at news from Kim... Continue Reading →
All the Americans cast their votes and put a fool in the White House Not a good time to be girl, black or queer Trump, Trump, Trump.
It is unutterably sad to me that our leaders show such disregard for those they purport to lead that they feel able to walk roughshod over the most common of decencies. Once, when politicians were found to be corrupt, in deeds or in life style, they backed away from public life and hid, in the... Continue Reading →
I'm at best a rubbish poet, but sometimes it overflows the bin of my brain and falls into the ether. Like it did today, just in time for NPD and just after the Tory Party Conference revealed checks for foreigners in your workplace, aligned with school census day asking the same questions about your children.... Continue Reading →
sex is Magick, sex is ace sex can take you to another place and I can too so cum with me just lie down here be neath this tree and don’t be frightened be assured you’ll be Enlightened, on my word I know some folk will tell you no they have already? told you so... Continue Reading →
