RAVENHEART

A musing about wine , If you ever you're invited to a sommelier's soiree then you'll find that a lot of the wine tasting terminology sounds quite bizarre almost perverse at times a lot of the men sound as if pontificating about their ex lovers with phrases such as necking with a couple of Frenchie's or being tanned across the tonsils, all leathered and meaty, smoking a chocolate cigar a fast finisher a cheeky sharpener foxy and flamboyant very strange but they all have real meaning that the sommelier has to learn in order to pass his exams , they say in sommelier spiel " all great wines think alike".

A short sketch about a friend who was constantly in and out of dry out clinics and the Shrink clink where he would telephone us to explain what his psychiatrist was doing and then in exasperated tormented tones shout "it's nothing to do with the drink " he called his depression Belfry the black bat.

A poem for super tramp who had a very good cure for halitosis panting out perfume after drinking your bathroom cabinet dry.

Prostitution is one of the oldest professions in the world which was here before the four angels of Samuel it's about time the government took control of this sexual slavery let's face facts  the chancellor's been selling cigarettes and booze for hundred of years they're both forms of narcotics best not allow the criminals any room manoeuvre better to take over all their operations save these poor girls any more torture legalise their ancient profession too .

A person who is cast in abject austerity remains of the same mind set forever even though they may have risen to a position of privileged prosperity .

An English king's breakfast could  consist  of swine flesh, embryos , fungi ,congealed blood , kippers, herring's, pike , roach various birds venison, cockles , pilchards .    when thinking about the Buddhist belief of  reincarnation  wouldn't it be a devine justice  if these gargantuan gluttonous  came back  as screaming red faced tomatoes in a vegan salad .

A poem about a cherub child called Lily who arrived so devine and right on time to save us from our self destruction just as if Gabriel that had gifted to us his Lily shaped horn .

A poem written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight becoming ever so serious and slim I've taken his place by becoming fat and happy obviously you do become the company you keep .

This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war you can quite easily see why by year twenty three most members of the military have gone completely mad with OCD its perhaps due to the cour d'esprit of the British army which has a relentless marching rhythm beating to the sweet spot tempo of 120 , from day one your heart soul body and mind are recalibrated and realined to the measured metronome of the military kind in order for you to keep in perfect tune whilst playing together in the theatre of war with the other synchronised members of your platoon .

A poem written about the suicidal tendencies of snails thay started out as jellyfish swimming free in wide open sea so I can now understand why bonded onto terrafirma they may suffer from depression or suicidal Tendencies throwing themselves to their deaths under our feet on every garden path or rain wet street .