Sunday, 16 July 2023

Those Beautiful First Group Bird Sightings.

 A cover of coots, water-nymphs tormenting a stilled silence.

A murder of crows, loudly whispering all that local gossip. 

A peep of chickens, awaiting a magnificent new morning.

A dole of doves, hiding amongst honey pots lost up high. 

A trip of dotterel wearily gazes on wet withering leaves.

A charm of finches, in a cold darkening night sky shiver.


A gaggle of geese emboldened watchdogs their territory patrol.

A kettle of hawks, roaming since ancient times armorial.

A siege of herons, Long-necked elegant solitary birds stand.

A brood of hens, scratching grey mounds of cold ashes.

A cast of falcons, like weird ghosts haunting this world.

A party of jays,  hoarding and stealing trinkets of gold.


An exaltation of larks, flitting in a thousand and one nights.

A deceit of lapwings, in oak trees hold twilight meetings.

A tidings of magpies, With sheen and green gloss tail. 

A sord of mallards, green head and yellow bill ducks.

A watch of nightingales, sweetly Singing day and Night.

A parliament of owls, dusty from flour in an old mill house.


An ostentation of peacocks, an extravagant courting couple.

A covey of partridges, fearless in gorse bushes hidden.

A company of parrots, glistening like shiny fool's gold.

A congregation of plovers, a voice ever so silver-tongued.

A colony of penguins, curiously strange slipping and sliding.

A nye of pheasants, flourishing invisibly in pine woods 


A bevy of quail, fairy rings hiding them from us.

An unkindness of ravens, haunting those black cold nights.

A building of rooks, swallowing baby frogs like no tomorrow.

A wisp of snipe, Bleating together in wetland waters.

A muster of storks, graceful lanky marsh waders.

A murmuration of starlings, huddle together from a rain storm.


A host of sparrows, beautiful contemptuous uninterrupted flow.

A flight of swallows, those cozy mud hut houses build.

A spring of teal, silver grey flan, and yellow-tailed. 

A pitying of turtledoves, a dainty evocative sounding purr.

A descent of woodpeckers, wallowing in wind-blown flowers.

A fall of woodcocks, roaming through those straw fields.

Monday, 25 January 2021

A Famous Swashbuckler Springs to mind.

Us embarking on majestic voyages to paradise.
Endless ocean journeys of emotional fatigues.
Wandering Young fit virulent handsome men.
Restless swashbucklers, a dashing personality.
Reflections of times wonderful to reminisce.
An individualistic crew whose only thoughts.
Were of that fortune, fantasy, and adventure.
The melancholy camaraderie and excitement.
Replenish life's beauty on our Atlantic cruise.
Those memories of conquests in every region.
Phantoms in every young maidens thoughts.
Devine juicy heavenly yearning female bodies.
Roving those great romantic times I do miss.
Hot uninhibited emotions we can not decline.
Casting sensual pleasures drinking and dance.
A crack of lightning strikes, whistling winds.
As legends of antagonistic seas remembered.
So quickly turn into irascible engulfing enemy.
Once in the warm harbours, the roaring seas.
Those raging storms, us the crew can forget.
Monotonous motions, storms what the heck.
The perilous thoughts become washed away.
A distant view an Island, a landfall reflection.
Maybe Paradise, pearls or vastness of Isolation.
Merciless moon and tide return another day.
To all seafaring souls who have been and gone.
Remembered like that lighthouse for ever on.
Those Tahiti times, paradise eternal perhaps.
" A famous Swashbuckler springs to mind."

Sunday, 2 August 2020

Divine wild Jersey haretail.


Beating loudly your strong heart, we hear that proudness. 

 

Proudest thing I heard a Jersey woman say was, " I loved him."

 

Describing mysterious long Journeys, of ancient island warriors.

 

Men proud swagger about in posh clothes, rapiers at their sides.

 Windsurfers glide on winds, over golden sand dunes in St Ouen.

 Eager islanders, waiting retreating tides, vraic within their reach.

 

Gathering vraic seaweed, for this years jersey royal potato crop.

 

Making Jersey Black Butter, winning that worthiest of contests.

 

An occasion for a get-together of a family, with cider and apples.

 

Those perfect Jersey wonders, gorgeous forever for all to taste.

 

Jersey wonders cooked fresh as tide went out, no jam or sugar.

 

Those truly desired pleasures are attained making Jersey Cider.

 

Blowing on a sea breeze, treasure a view of divine wild haretail.

 

Eels hide in St Ouen pond, sweetest and biggest ones in Europe.

 

Battle of flowers festival, music, flower floats, and entertainers.


Wednesday, 17 October 2018

"Our Elite Inner Self."

Splendors of those early morning inner personal self recollections.
Oh! that innocent beautiful bright worldly crazy little love adventure.
With a blink of an eye, we have an understanding change of thoughts.
Energetic pleasure of our infancy and youth , fun delights of a fugitive.
We must reconnect inner self, with our shadowy awakening inner me.
Infinite inner self possibilities delight our radiance, become so bright.
Toiling to find that inner self we ignore our common sense extension.
And gorgeous dreams within our sleep, forgetting authentic pleasures.
Responsibly we perceive visionary gleams of a childhood recollection.
Sometimes listen to your inner voice, and retreat from danger within.
Thankful for elite inner self gifts of appreciation of love and kindness.    

Thursday, 11 October 2018

"Stem Cell Research." By: Anthony Fry 2006. (A Fun Write.) But Becoming So True Today 11/10/18.

Anthony Fry 2006. 
Stem Cell Research. 
A cladistic analysis is not good enough for this sensitive topic you must get a suitable regulatory framework positive. 
That determines the evolutionary relationship between organisms based on derived similarities. 
There are concepts in many of the fables of folklore. 
Everything we value, we value for evolutionary reasons. 
A fantasy generation process of ifs and butts. 
Agents with beliefs and desires. 
Survival of the fittest an historical theory having been endorsed by natural selection. 
You must follow the code of practice. 
Embryonic stem cell research could mark the beginning of revolutionary new borders in this century. 
A Trojan horse filled with prokaryotic parasites to fight against the body's eukaryotic cells. 
Is it an illusion in a mystery inside an enigma. 
Because only members of the species can interbreed successfully. 
An endocrine system with two thousand to ten thousand receptacles in each cell. 
Ondatra Zibethicus(Muskrat). 
Flammulina Velutipes(Mushroom). 
Calendula Officinalis(Marigold). 
Our nearest evolutionary kin. 
Aside from other members our own genus and species. 
Homo sapiens are the hominoid family which includes apes after that in decreasing order of relationship we belong to the order of primates the class of mammals the super class of tetrapods the subphylum of vertebrates the phylum of chordates creatures with a nerve down the back and finally the animal kingdom as a whole.
The key unit of evolution however is the species that's the level at which changes get made. 
Defined as the genealogical connection among all earthly organisms. Plus We have the internal parasites which adapt into a complex mammalian carnivore a parasite living within on the free savannas, just the same as it did in our long living relatives the chimpanzee. Ethically different realms of human life. 
As seen through the eyes of the eugenicists trying to improve the human race by curing diseases is OK. 
But some innovations that would enable scientists to create gorilla type beings in a zoo. 
That you can hold an intelligent conversation with. 
Mind boggling but it is not impossible if you are given the go ahead with neuroscience. 
Embryonic stem cell research. 
Will there be another world war for the multi-billion pound industry.
When someone starts cloning embryonic stem cells by the lights of a perverted science. 
God has written all the books. Will he tolerate their existence. 
Stem cells are immortal in that they are able to replicate an unlimited number of times. 
Playing god What would these people make of an artificial human.
Is this going to turn into a very remarkable story about natural selection about metaphysics of ensoulment or maybe of moral contradiction. 
Will there be a moral value in talking to something that looks and talks like your mother or father. 
Progenitor cell life is an illegitimate transmitted clandestine disease you must draw a line. 
You must try to develop this bio-tech development issue in an historical way. 
Give Darwin some worthy credit or you will have to rewrite the bible in the future when it goes as far as cloning humans. 
Do not forget the body's immune system plus the nervous system. There will be prerequisite( Sine Qua Non )allotments everywhere with super-fit(Genomic)gardeners with nothing to do all day but sow their seeds. 
Let me tell You a 4.55 billion year old secret. 
"Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness." 
Raising an organism's fitness so that natural selection can spread that gene. 

Friday, 19 January 2018

ZIG - ZAG

Medieval - History.
Witches - Warlocks.
Merchant - Peasant.
Daughters - Wives.
Cobblers - Boots. 
Pleasure - leisure. 
North - South. 
Castles - Lords. 
Church - Bibles. 
Monks - Friars. 
Poetry - Books.
Elizabeth - Fry. 
Wars - Peace. 
Food - Table. 
Rock - Roll. 
Law - Order.
Rich - Poor. 
Baby - Adult. 
Young - Old.
Flesh - Spirit. 
Beach - Sun.
Fish - Chips. 
Odds - Even.

Saturday, 2 September 2017

"A Royal Jersey Cream Tea."

The beauty of Raleighs dreams, held in Forts & Castles.
We imagine Elizabeth Castle, during the English Civil War.
A fiery eyed horse, thunder-beating hoofs fly a causeway.
Historic revelations, of gallantry, pirates, & highwaymen.
A Piper in the Castle, Royal music carried over St aubin bay.

King Charles II's wife, Queen Braganza had a tea mania.
That locked caddie, a Portuguese Queens aromatic magic.
Vigorous vapours, tea enthusiasm, that lingers longer.
Royal traditions, carried from her homeland in Portugal.
Lords and Lady's, had rich assumptions of spiced china teas.

Charles laid the foundations, for prize foreign tea drinking.
Gentlemen joking, in the presence of refind elegant lady's.
Exquisite niceties of etiquette, for an afternoon hour of tea.
Tea gossip not allowed was secrets, health, and sad news.
The pinkie used for balance, of the tea cup in the right hand.

Fruit jam and Jersey fresh cream, set fresh hot scones in style.
Royal Jersey cream tea not complete, without luxurious cream
The thrill of creative effort, " A Royal Jersey Cream Tea" is born.
Scones & wonders from St Quen, vraic buns from Gorey village.
A Royal Jersey Cream Tea, addiction born for Centuries to come.