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A poem I wrote about our cenotaph , every town in Britain has one of these grisly reminders to the great war and then ever war there after .A first they were a pilgrimage for the patriotic to come and almost worship their glorious dead but now they're used by so many different swathes of society as a place to rebel,then there's the drunks and drug addicts who seem to favour and gravitate towards these ancient monuments almost similar to those druids of who worship the circle of Stonehenge...

A poem I wrote for a woman who lost the love of her life only to marry someone who couldn't replace or replicate her first love so ending up living in some festering union of hate . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A whale song dream turns out to be the squealing brake drums of a distant dust truck it's sound being distorted by the wind gusting through ginnel and garret thrown bin lids cymbal into that sensitivity sobriety announcing the arrival of your monday mornings anxiety. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

To own a car in the swinging sixties was extremely rare especially for young people but if it was a jaguar then you were the nouveau rich make believe millionaires the fake faux movie stars . Members of my family and their friends were just this usually their balloons burst into bankruptcy debt and divorce, too much money in young hands its like mixing desire together with hell fire . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

A living monument of mystery Robin Hoods oak is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history , a thousand years of silent still sophistry , with all its empty holes and hollow the winter winds howl through her creating a mournful sound of sadness and sorrow. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

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 . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify...

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 . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

When you get to fifty something plus tax and you're sporting those ashtray locks of the sexy silver fox you may be better forgetting the fifty shades of grey its time to put the sex pistols away. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message

The Doom in the room is an artist's quip for a muse what they don't realise is that there ego's are so burdensome to others and probably havt to be in order for them to achieve . Whilst living with an artist as their muse I was once painted with my own blood she thought it would be a wonderful contrast of colour the stark white canvas being my Anglo-Saxon skin and ones bright red blood being the paint very reminiscent of the old English flag . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters...

A poem about the busiest train in the whole of Britain and Europe the 7.22 to from Woking to Waterloo a hundred million passengers pass through Waterloo each year which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh point's of view . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ravenheart/message