One Morning’s Musings

Eyes closed, and coffee in hand; hot and steamy, full of the smell of roasted beans. It adds a special buzz to the morning as I stand, Leaning against the camper van on the drive. Facing the winter Sun. Low in the sky, but yet powerful. Golden and yellow; the sky too bright to see.... Continue Reading →

British Broadbrushing Conspiracy

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 →

A Wassailling

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 →

Paperbark Writer

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 →

A Crap Rap

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 →

Nineteen Eighty Four (aka 2017)

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 →

Top Trumps

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 →

For National Poetry Day

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 →

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