A short poem written about the savagery Of humans towards mother nature scaring her face with our callous hands of cruelty but she will soon shake we tiresome fleas into infinity to once again reclaim her beauty.

Looking at my Godson watching The Lion king I cast my mind back to childhood when I first saw a pathetic beast that was being used as a pet come guard dog in a scrap yard , chained toothless clawless and castrated it died of pneumonia due to cold and cruelty, man should leave these beautiful creatures on the Savannah where they belong not cage them as a curiosity.

A song wrote about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub , he then rose to become France's ultimate crime Capo Di Capo lasting fifty years before being gunned down in Paris for an old corsican vendetta all rights reserved .

Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist  and the rest of mortality are kept around as fluffers for their pansexuality.

A musing about road rage and how it affects all of us ,  simmer the sapien inside a tin can especially in a stop start traffic jam and it quickly reverts back to primitive man and that includes pacifists and your little old Gran .

Covid 19 as seen through the eyes of a squirrel watching them  fighting for scraps from the dustbins whilst under lock down they appear so confident and carefree without us I think possibly the only thing they've missed about our absence is the leftover Ben and Jerry's ice cream .

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 sign papers of adoption the high priest of the Celtic druids absolutely worshipped his wild woodland produce , I got the uneasy feeling that my blood was going to be sacrificed under the oak tree called Zeus after i touched a sacred sprig of his mistletoe obviously a crime punishable by death .

Le poeme en francais the language of love. Forgive my French it's been twenty-five years since I was there. A poem about love and women should always be in the feminine form hence why I use La poeme instead of Le masculine ,it sounds and lends it's self much more to L'amour which of course can be masculine in the singular or feminine in the plural. Entree L"androgyne et l"ambiguite'

A song I wrote with a slight american twang for Big Manchester Pete the hardest looking man you were ever likely to meet his face was made for a trick or treat but inside he carried a big old heart that was softer than a boiled swede of sugar beet . All rights reserved

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 hay to everyone who's ever suffered from the lightning strike of love at first sight or as the Italians call it "amoure a prima vista" or in the French" le coupé de foudre", all I can say is that like myself i hope that you've never recovered and never do because it's a beautiful feeling of being processed by the madness of passion.