britannia: britons ever shall be slaves

written during the period of UK elections in the wake of ‘brexit’ and the pandemic management debacle — which included the wilful killing of thousands of elderly people, who were drugged to death so that they could be added to the largely fictitious ‘covid’ toll in order to boost the narrative that corrupt politicians and […]

big pharma: fleecing the sheep

just prior to coming across the video production Vaxxed III from Children’s Health Defense (a heartrending film that everyone should watch) I had jotted down a short verse… as follows: Big Pharma ‘Big Pharma’ they call themThough they plough not a fieldAnd they care not a jotFor how much crops yieldThey keep not a chickenNor […]

the tart and the vicar 1888 (a biographical poem)

a curious addition to the poems I have composed and somewhat different in that, except for the first few lines (that I woke up thinking of a couple of years ago), I did some quick biographical research after which the rest of the verses seemed to flow naturally… this then is the imagined and fateful […]

smells like groupthink (a vintage poem)

in checking out the dusty, virtual shelves of my old pc this, another poem heretofore not published, that I initially wrote perhaps close to 40 years ago — so well before the current age of ‘small screens’ and handheld devices that have, in some ways, displaced the traditional tool of mass-influence the ‘tv’! yet television […]

bitter reflections

the sad reality of aging… from first-hand experience 😉 Bitter Reflections The bathroom window’s muted lightsoothes the mirror’s evidence of the toll of time, anxiety and stress,fooling the eye into taking less offence But such misplaced vanity evaporateswhen sun’s harsh light savages and dispels the narcissistic momentbluntly baring all the actual ravages For, as towel […]

string theory (a poem)

a poem I wrote in 2022, still consider it to be a work in progress but I thought i’d add it to the archive here ‘for the record’: string theory Puppets all, we dance in response to the Master’s mightWho pulls the theoretical strings so tightHis Piper’s tune makes us gyrate and cavortBut His efforts […]

tsunami — man’s final folly

something I wrote a few years ago. delivered as ever from the ether onto the paper in front of me like a kind of ‘download’, although inspired no doubt in part by the fact that I had recently read about the prospect of a massive (3 kilometer high!) tsunami hitting the west coast of Portugal, […]

the fall

Saturday 26th October 2024 here in rural Portugal, following on the heels of an almost-summer like day, is bleak, wet and dreary so far… ideal weather to bring the muse in from the cold to pester me and insist that I write something apposite to the moment rather than get on with the 100 other […]

january joy

it’s the first month of the year (2024 — 😀 on the assumption this blog may still exist in years to come!) but here in Portugal the weather is unseasonably spring-like…Sun currently shining is mild and tempting all the usual frolics and fecundity of the coming season to erupt a little early: January Joy Percussion […]

happy new year 2024

post-festive, post-covid, post-flu, almost post-human… the muse seemed to be on extended vacation the suddenly she returns with an ironic riposte… Happy New Year Stressed, depressedAnd lacking restBathed in a lakeOf disinterestPost-festive malaiseBesets my daysThrough half-formed thoughtsIt weaves its waysMisdirecting my moodThrough an endless mazeMisbegotten areThe games it playsAs it twists my mindLeaving joy behindMy […]