A Royal Jersey Cream Tea.

The beauty of Raleighs dreams, held in Forts and 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, and 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 teadrinking.
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 and wonders from St Quen, vraic buns from Gorey village.
A Royal Jersey Cream Tea, addiction born for Century's to come.

Romantic Wind.

Love creating expectations, of perchance.
Warm embraces, carried on a perpetual wind.
Flirt with a handsome boy, melts body in mind. 
Meet in a valley of paradise, winds silent. 
Upon a hill high we sit, under an old oak in bliss.
It's then I steal a quick kiss, spring winds sigh.
Her face grins, at the open garden window.
Swirling golden hair, blowing in the wind.
Blossoms been and gone, fruits now swing.
Sunlight on the leaves, golden in the wind.

CICADA.

Cicada. Beautiful songs sung by strangers, piercing echoes through long hot summer days. 
Silent sunset, streaks of silky yellow light, a golden glow, passionate cool twists. 
Sunlight yellow lichened walls, intimacy secretly spiced with timeless possibilities. 
White clouds building bridges, wonderful roads sailing from earth into blue sky. 
Enjoying this cause in a quiescent period, their molt regeneration again begins. 
A strategy called semelparity, lustily and greedily ready for their next resurrection. 
An echelon of thorny hedge rows, visions of warmth sitting in green juniper-trees. 
Hurry we have no time for ease, a magic dream is wrought for instant release. 
Returning as cultural prehistoric symbols, immortals enjoying their journey over again. 
Behold merry voices, understanding their mood, after maturation for seventeen years. 
Never can enough female cicadas, satisfy this crazy behaviorism of hot intent males. 
Individual loquacious voices echo, reasons right for deducing erotic sexual functions. 
Esteemed in a maroon cloak, appearing on a shrub then shedding my garment. 
Timeless Greek history BC, folklore introducing bronzed semi-skin female beauty. 
Imagination running wild a humble lady bug, in her ornate colored fancy rigmarole. 
Chinese Myths spoken and written, stories about exotic treasures of reincarnation. 
A females shiny brown shell, using her powers for future generations to survive. 
Manic mates pole dancing their way, into his red lust filled eyes of wanton greed. 
Hordes of hungry genus magi-cicada, rapture their unison to sounds of gentleness. 
Observers look in awe, as you give your life for your own light of a new morning. 
During it's time above ground, busy male cicada resonates music from his abdomen. 
Attracted by sounds and singing a spider, in his web so snugly, watching, waiting. 
The cicadas provocative appetite, an esteemed final showdown of sexual identity. 
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Kaleidoscope Ink.

Your beauty makes me Think.
My love for you Countersink. 
Your partners hand Interlink.
Coloured hair ribbons Pink. 
Diamonds for my Cufflink.
A generated promise Wink.
Yellow moon shining Oink.
Winds blow so strong I Blink.
Ice in those cocktails Clink.
Marvelous fundamental Link.
Living as a magnificent Mink.
Ripe joyous harvest Uplink.
A seashore its beauty Drink.
Weed will Sometimes Stink.
A sunbeam shone in Downlink.
Living in poverty Doublethink.
Most purposefully Rethink.
You can painfully Hoodwink.
Eternal we can all Outthink.
Happy as a Chinese Chink.
Skin wrinkled will it shrink.

Embracing A Life Challenge In New York City.

We arrive into New York City full of Contradictions.Old residents Algonquians and Iroquois Indians gone.Searching for Paradise among those grazing Buffalo.Squirrels red coats remind us of Dead British troops.Some forgotten a treasured Scalp on that Indian belt.Vicissitudes of Human Life in Battles not forgotten.Oh! I would have more lives to lose for my country.Continental Musket balls converted back to red dust.America's deceased Son's & Daughters remembered.Washington's farewell bade from “black-Sams Tavern”.A City enthusing flavour's of Seafarers & Buccaneers.Lobster Palaces in Times Square Gay Nineties History.Winston Churchill's Mother Jenny schooled in an Alley.North Shore Oyster Vikings living in “Captains Row”.Weird eccentrics congregate in cliches in Central Park.Creamery Park “bit of Patrician London” remembered.Largest most populous metropolitan area in the world.An Intimate skyline penetrated with outstanding beauty.Nationalities dominating a metropolis of Architecture.Butterflies flutter quivering songs of meadow-larks echo.A library terrace is just one of many beating City hearts.Lower Broadway precariously hidden in a great canyon.Dwarfed a forgotten smoking chimney bellows smoke.Woolworth's site sitting on nineteenth century history.Remembering hostelry days of Pepys Knickerbockers.Dracula's big eyes peering at you on Washington Avenue.Cock crowing on top of Fifth Avenue Heckscher Building.Indescribable sensations of a Condor or Vulture missing.Hoofed Locusts overgrazing in big blossoming valley's.Destroying most of that outstanding beauty Gods Earth.Real People finding quite refuge in a distant wilderness. Blue-Tailed Mole Skunk have now moved to sandy Polk.Manhattan being ruled by a murky early morning fog.Kill Van Kull Sound arched by a Bayonne Steel Bridge.Great cantilever bridges spanning over a vast east river.Panoramic views Madison Avenue & Fifty-second street.That all embracing vast unimpeded Rockefeller Centre.Giants hovering over a guild-ed domed World Building.Two hundred and sixty miles of underground railway's.Leaving NYC you have a Million Rules and Rhythms.

There Is A Mouse In Our Kitchen.

Mickey mouse, a very famous grandad at last at peace. 
His tired old bones, hidden in a secret chimney stack.
A witch turns a big pumpkin and six white mice into 
the finest gold carriage, drawn by six shire horses. 
We are always dreaming of that magic beautiful day.

A very loud tick-tock, tick-tock, of a large cuckoo clock, 
booming out noisily, disturbing the dark silent night.
Lurking when the kitchen lights go out, its time to play. 
To hear if a cat is purring, our arch enemy giving a warning.
Forever watching cat flap swinging, within a hostile world.

Hiding from the big nasty house cat, are all his friends.
Only daring to come outside, dancing about after it is dark. 
Flourishing they are adapting to all of the latest trends. 
Exploring in the durable shadows, like strange ghosts.
Coming and going rattling through them dish lockers.

A thrifty moonlight beam shines, on a yellow architrave.
Squeaking echoes, black droppings reveal our whereabouts.
Jump and skip, hurtling into the arenas busy nights. 
Annoying the cat, an evening moth gently taps at the window.
Speed nimble as a mountain goat, in the growing gloom.
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Historic Rides Hallowed Fairground Scenes

Fairground showman are joining another extinct species the dodo
built around the lives of real people, very dedicated to entertainment
nomads travelling the length and breadth of English countrysides
encompassing hidden mysteries, inventing unknown fascinations.

A kinetic pleasure a thousand years old, with beauty and simplicity
a tradesman's craft, spent creating such expressions, lost forever?
wonderful family pleasure we crave more, death defying magic feats
their solutions practical, an old enchanting and very unique culture.

The music sounding out above the screams of hidden mysteries
Freudian apocalyptic painted faces on creatures dominating rides
big wheel up! up! and away looking down, sweet candy floss stalls
the coconut shy the nut precariously placed to excite the thrower.

A carousel going round to the organ music, horses galloping merrily
roller coasters a reason for greater thrills, scream machines to enjoy
wow! the electricity created with bumper cars, each bullying happily
river caves unending, paddle flowing tubs, tranquil majestic scenery.

Children start with a toy to satisfy their initiation into the fairground fun
kids behold eyes darting here and there a wonderland, which ride next
come on boys and girls everyone wins a gold fish, no one loses here
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Vicissitudes Of A Mating Strategy.

(The Black Widow Spider) 

Female latrodectus Mactans, each like to be romantic, 
a black widow spider, she prefers virile young mates, 
preferable same species, for a quick short term affair, 
mixing their genes, with the sexually appealing males. 

Amazingly going busily about their every day duty, 
their gnawing dark dangerous mysterious minds, 
ideas working, according to complicated schemes, 
like a secret message, caught between fascination. 

The most optimum reproductive strategy for females, 
strike like lightning, excitingly mating in abundance, 
creating picaresque extraordinary, bursting hot desires, 
In a father who will attend, ardently to their offspring. 

Visions of each fascinating, passionate daring attraction, 
characteristics acquired in the young will be transmitted, 
for unique adoring identification, in generations to come, 
meteoric pulses invisibly ballooning, into the cool winds. 

Spiders on webs, swaying and swinging like hanged pirates, 
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A Royal Jersey Cream Tea.

The beauty of Raleighs dreams, held in Forts and 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, and 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 and wonders from St Quen, vraic buns from Gorey village.
A Royal Jersey Cream Tea, addiction born for Century's to come.