Gwerful Merchain bawdy mediaeval Cymru poet , whose lyrical joy is a pleasure to read

Gwerful Merchain bawdy mediaeval Cymru poet , whose lyrical joy is a pleasure to read
Every foolish drunken poet,
boorish vanity without ceasing,
(never may I warrant it,
I of great noble stock,)
has always declaimed fruitless praise
in song of the girls of the lands
all day long, certain gift,
most incompletely, by God the Father:
praising the hair, gown of fine love,
and every such living girl,
and lower down praising merrily
the brows above the eyes;
praising also, lovely shape,
the smoothness of the soft breasts,
and the beauty’s arms, bright drape,
she deserved honour, and the girl’s hands.
Then with his finest wizardry
before night he did sing,
he pays homage to God’s greatness,
fruitless eulogy with his tongue:
leaving the middle without praise
and the place where children are conceived,
and the warm quim, clear excellence,
tender and fat, bright fervent broken circle,
where I loved, in perfect health,
the quim below the smock.
You are a body of boundless strength,
a faultless court of fat’s plumage.
I declare, the quim is fair,
circle of broad-edged lips,
it is a valley longer than a spoon or a hand,
a ditch to hold a penis two hands long;
cunt there by the swelling arse,
song’s table with its double in red.
And the bright saints, men of the church,
when they get the chance, perfect gift,
don’t fail, highest blessing,
by Beuno, to give it a good feel.
For this reason, thorough rebuke,
all you proud poets,
let songs to the quim circulate
without fail to gain reward.
Sultan of an ode, it is silk,
little seam, curtain on a fine bright cunt,
flaps in a place of greeting,
the sour grove, it is full of love,
very proud forest, faultless gift,
tender frieze, fur of a fine pair of testicles,
a girl’s thick grove, circle of precious greeting,
lovely bush, God save it.
A poem from Gwerful Mechain a mediaeval poet and tavern owner and is the most erotic poet in Wales , yet her words have a formation that lingers and makes you yield to the pleasures
A short film by Heath C Michaels on the Alter channel on YouTube an enjoyable horror thriller that does make you think on life’s realities
my dog stepped on a bee
grandma killed a drone
with the most excellent pickles
yet I live within
feeding on
Binley Mega Chippy
watching with tears
the people of Ukraine
punished by the despot
as we have our own
tin pot dictator
of inflationary no comprise
parties more of a preference
champagne eton mess
vulgar shits
believing covid in retrograde
the poor keep dying
on the pyre of debt
chancellor grinning
utility meter spinning
on his cosy yacht
let them eat cake
but even that we cannot afford
food bank serenade
whilst they last
until nobody can supply them
we need tractors
to steal tanks
so I can live
and you all can smile
maybe a grimace
a death masque to society
Martin Lewis , money saving expert stated that food shortages lead to civil disobedience, and how ironic as seen by my last post is that the food riots of 1799, 1800, 1801, occurred under a Tory Prime Minister the Duke of Portland already rich and lived beyond his means , there was war with Napoleon and he believed in high taxation and coercion of the poor, this sounds all too familiar and it saddens me that nothing in history is learned from , the Tories especially , they govern in the elitist trickle down way that assists no one or lift them from a governmental enforced poverty, Boris Johnson deflects as a jolly gentleman , which he is definitely not , nor is any Tory there disregard for pandemic rules , in fact any rules Rishi Sunak wife a non dom and when he became chancellor still had a free card as a United States citizen and his wife citizen of India long distance love I guess , I say these things as my opinion and how I measure the temperature of society as a poor ordinary working class man trying so hard to fight for his family like so many others and those even more worse off who struggle to keep warm or feed or even clothe themselves .
I love my country but it’s destructive political and monarchy class system that means only the rich survive
It is so wrong …….
In 1799, 1800 and 1801 widespread rioting broke out throughout England. Most of these were food riots, provoked by scarcity and soaring prices during…
All this week in London consumer history, 1800: Bread rioters force the City’s Corn Exchange to close
A brilliant Primus song , absolutely love it
So here we are Wednesday 6th April and I am wondering , what storm is brewing next , the Tories are accomplishing annihilation by poverty , costs have risen so high , all at once national insurance , taxes, food , fuel they blame Brexit , immigrants, war in Ukraine but never them selves they are aloof detached from any normal comprehension of existence so long as they get the kids into Dulwich college at £45,000 per annum and they are well insulated against fiscal depressions then it’s jolly them.
Boris , Rishi et al have left us high and dry and if another party such as Labour where to win the next election , they would have a nightmare in trying to disentangle this mess , I want us to survive , that is ordinary folk cannon fodder worker bees we must develop new attitudes in merry England and not say oh dear we will get by , fuck that it’s time for burning torches and pitchforks
Ukraine is getting little sympathy from England it is so hard for people displaced by the Russian Invasion to gain access to visas to enter the country we should just let them like everyone else
So in this spiral of chaos I now depart it was only a brief visit and I wish you all well
Love each other , reach out and care for your neighbors as life is precious
raise the camp fire,
blankets spread on
the ground,
singing dead and door
tunes,
sex chorus behind
rolling orange orb
waiting for the sherbet
Wheatfields
she hitched her
shorts the cleft
appeared
and in that moment
all tides surged
today had become
brighter.
Ukraine
Painting, Oil on Canvas
Size: 25 W x 35 H x 1.4 D cm