A birthday poem for NENO it's called Black Rod because for the first time in Britain's 1000 year parliament's history the position is now held by a women this spiritual and temporal appointment of power is long overdue for a changing of the guard the willow may look soft and gentle but inside lies her heart of oak .

With courage commitment and candour these extraordinary women did something that had never been done before and that was to bring the age of equality knocking heavily upon the British empire door , legions of suffragettes issued their declaration of war against the centuries of bigotry slaughtering dead the fat old British empires dinosaur .

A poem for big Manchester Pete, the hardest looking man you'd ever meet, a face made for a trick or treat but inside his heart was softer than a boiled swede of sugar beet .

A poem about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt.

Musing about Lord Kitchener, whose saber-rattling speeches turned into sermons that garnered rapturous applause in Whitehall and Westminster. Unfortunately, his young, inexperienced soldiers were dying at a rate of 6,000 a day. He had "avoid wine and women" printed into their guidebooks for war, referring to French prostitutes. With a life expectancy of only 17 hours, contracting a little pox would have been the least of their worries.

The Harrogate Belles Angels were a group of girls who rode motorbikes wore leather , took drugs and slaked drink but most of all they were stunningly beautiful and highly educated God bless them all.

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 .

A poem for NENO who used to be a traveller with wings upon her feet up untill Gabriel gifting her a daughter with the same name as his immortal horn the beautiful Lily .

A musing for Lily's tenth birthday with leather jacket to match my own design of cause - mother not too keen I have a sneeking suspicion she'd like one too . By ten years of age kids of today are silicone valley sage a decade old an they're ready to fledge the family fold , far too cool for school they just let TiK ToK Rock and Rule !! .

Mustang men in middle aged look like mirages of their former selves , once they were war-faced warriors now they're warfarin worries , they use to be part of the night fever disco scene today they're scared of cottage pie and cholesterol cream.