Francis the gold digger

Ok, I have a cartoon character, ( based from a person , or thing, I used to know)  in mind that I`m going to make. Also and there is nothing wrong in seeking a partner with more resources than yourself of course, if you can admit it.  But, this is based on a misogynist woman that I knew, who married a diamond merchant in S Africa. divorced him,..  then married a man in a hairdressers franchisee crap in Wales, and criticised Nigella Lawson for being a gold digger,       I  mean she just hatted her,  At least Nigella made her own way in her cookery , what have you done Francis tart?  ( apart from hitting  my child and form a dodgy letting company , as well as being a Fucking gold digger yourself, If I see you again,  I will mess you up….




Planning for times ahead,

In case none of us are dead

When is enough, enough

Is there a future there


Are things worth planning for

Will quality of life be worth living for

Then life goes on everywhere

Just possibly without the human form


We’ve done it to ourselves,

The greed the want the wars

Ownership and conquering

And not realise that’s the cause

Of our suffering and destruction


Finding beauty where we can

The stars above us shine bright

And without us it will still carry on


A child will look at the clouds

And see beauty in the clouds they see

What happens to that child

To not want to have sympathy


To think that compassion is weak

And to think some lives less worthy than power

Power that can destroy the heart

Power over people!

Power over love etc.. etc… etc..

Fill in the blank…….

The greed, poem by AnneMarie Foley
The greed



A summer in Wales

A summer in Wales

Out in the garden

Sitting in the shade

Summer weather has been so hot

Haven`t rained for days


The fields all around us

Are parched, brown and calling out for relief

Good to have a summer

But we ain`t used to this


Summer weather has been so hot

It hasn`t rained for days

You probably wouldn’t believe me

If I told you this is Wales


I never thought I`ll say this

But hope we get some rain

The fields are crying out for it

So they can be green again.

Recent poem of mine

Life in the body of humans

Humans are a mess

Think someone or

Something,. …will save them

But they can’t

They meet some one who

Think they are the one for them,

But they arn`t

Ah,…. that beautiful comfortable

Fuck up mess

Seems` so familiar,

(we know where we are with that)

Then we leave this earth and then where do we go?

That s the question my brother asked 33 years ago,

I wonder where we go?

He left nearly 16 years ago,…

I know he`s fine




by AnneMarie Foley 25th June 2018