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The Other Side of Ragwort
They say it kills horses and ponies
Worried farmers kill it with spray
Yet ragwort has another side
You don't hear of every day
The virtues of ragwort are few
Yet it provides pollen for bees
Its stalks are a nursery for moth grubs
On my land it grew up to my knees
I did my back in pulling it up
Saw starving bees fly off to die
Ever since then I've felt guilt...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 12:32 pm
Unmasked - a snippet from Buzzin Bards Anthology
The following piece is a snippet from Buzzin Bards Manchester Poetry Anthology, submissions are still open at: https://www.localgemspoetrypress.com/buzzin-bards-poetry-anthology.html
While you’re too busy being two-faced
I’ve got one face with many layers.
Take me at face value, or take a detour,
reforged, like Ant Man upon my deep pores.
Tryna get 1UP, that’s a weak score...
Friday 2nd August 2019 11:47 am
Winter Sundays
We know each year it comes to us
Darkness, to bright cold winter days
The greens become a golden yellow
Before bareness reveals ageing old oaks
Yet cousins stay that darker luscious green
And brave red berries are to be born again
In time for their festive December displays
Birds, squirrels, foxes and rats still search
To find enough to live in our way
Close enough, but not as our pre...
Sunday 16th December 2018 1:14 pm
A Sting In The Tale
A Sting In The Tale
The throbbing drone
borne upon a summer breeze,
that moves the grass gently
and whispers through the trees.
The honeycomb
dribbles onto plates at high teas.
We take for granted
simple pleasures such as these.
From the mountain pastures
to the shores of tranquil seas,
they bob and weave and buzz
on their busy working sprees.
To th...
Tuesday 23rd October 2018 4:34 pm
Rain
16th July 2018
In places the grass is brown and dry
The garden is a desert of cracked peat
Plants dead and trees about to die
Only my sunflower loves the heat
But this is Wales, yet
nearly all of my bees
have never known these
raindrops
until
today
Monday 16th July 2018 3:22 pm
39
Thirty-nine bodies
lay on the ground
in the summer sun
As I watched
workers carried two more away
Around me
life continued as usual
a hum of activity
oblivious
Thirty-nine bodies
on that square of concrete
that summer afternoon
As ...
Thursday 21st June 2018 3:38 pm
My Cliche Rhyme
She started life as a Roman fort
And became a name synonymous with music and sport
Attracting the greats, the waifs and the strays
Providing a stage for the Babes and the raves
A settlement where three rivers meet
Where the Industrial Revolution rose to its feet
And jangly guitars discovered their beat
Where Emeline, bound, did us all proud
Where the Nazi’s dropped bombs and hatred to the ...
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 11:05 am
cheese
bees have cheesy feet
that is a fact I like to share out loud
so with this duly declared I must report,
a garden filled with smelly, flying, bears
working on their winter fat
though garden is more a “nom de guerre”
yet down the road
the doorman’s mantra
“one in one out” is the order of the day
through the cracked masonry of the witches cradle
where the poison failed
and...
Thursday 20th March 2014 9:34 pm
Tattoo Suzi
You left a lovely tattoo mark on our grey cloud world
Tatoo Suzi
your lovely bones will rattle on down the dirty streets
of Camden Suzi
where the bees go sleep at night only your hair knows
your hair Suzi
we can drink up in the skies by the railtrack bridge
your bridge Suzi
Break the broken heart
paint the damned soul dark
shut the shut down mind
...
Monday 22nd August 2011 12:40 pm
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