The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

By Stanley Collymore



They talk openly, ardently and seemingly even credibly,

but oh so dishonestly, about moral principles and

how our nation’s children should be protected

from wanton abuse and intentional harm;

yet behind closed doors their personal

actions couldn’t be more different

from their public pronouncements,

with private lives markedly

reeking with the ghastly

ubiquitous stench of

resilient carrion.



For these are our Establishment abusers: well

heeled celebrity gropers, sexual abusers,

paedophiles, child-traffickers and

even murderers - who not only

consider themselves to be above the

law but who in many instances, as our

political representatives, ironically

make these same laws from

whose consequences they

then absolve themselves

with explicit and

breath-taking

impunity.



Fully aware that any incumbent Home Secretary,

the Home Office, its Senior Civil Servants, the

Police and the CPS will concur with these

appalling travesties of legality, either by

being complicit in them themselves,

or else affording these powerful

and considerably influential but

loathsome perpetrators the

customary privilege

freely accorded to

them of blanket

immunity!



© Stanley V. Collymore

9 July 2014.



Author’s Observation:

In Britain the law is generally seen as an ass by Establishment figures and the privileged elites and therefore contemptuously treated as a needless inconvenience by them. Hardly surprising then that they conspiratorially and pertinaciously ensure that we have donkeys administering it.

By Stanley Collymore



You cannot possibly have fallen in love with me, could you?

For why on earth would you want to go and do something

as daft as that, particularly when I’m so obviously out

of your league? Let’s face facts; you’re a cultured,

university-educated and, if you don’t mind my

saying so, a highly sophisticated and very

knowledgeable woman of the world.

Furthermore, you easily move in all the

right circles, something that evidently

I don’t and can’t imagine with my

background that I’d ever be

allowed to; and I’m quite

sure neither can you.

So why then, would you want to expend the

effort; and most intriguingly what could

possibly have possessed you to embark

on essentially wasting your valuable

time on someone who, in your

societal terms, is so patiently

unsuitable for you as I

clearly am? It really does

puzzle me, and logically

makes no sense at

all you must

agree.



Unless, that is, it’s a piece of purported rough in the

shape of me that you’re after, to help break the

wearisome monotony coupled with the

overarching sense of an enervating

lack of purpose that you regularly

experience, and which jointly

and individually are inescapable parts of your

upper class life that from birth you’ve been

steadfastly conditioned to, meticulously

prepared for and most assiduously

groomed, at least publicly so, for

your principal and, it would

appear, only meaningful

roles in your high-society

life - that of being the upper class and

unquestioning child-producing

mother first and foremost

and secondarily a wife,

destined in accordance with well-established

hereditary and familial demands to be the

indispensable and coveted brood mare

dutifully prepared to produce the

requisite and compulsory heir

and, additionally as well,

the expected and

standby spare.



Other than that you’re absolutely at liberty,

it seems, to have and also pleasurably enjoy

to the fullest all the lascivious and unbridled

carnal fun you want with anyone, and that

includes me - provided, of course, it’s

discreetly and clandestinely done.

Perfectly straightforward and

unambiguously explicit. So

what then, tell me, has

love got any thing

to do with it?



© Stanley V. Collymore

6 July 2014.





Author’s Remarks:

Rampant classism coupled with a virulent and clandestine culture of eugenics are endemic to and very much embedded in the psyche of the British upper class, the country’s aristocracy and most certainly so the British Royalty, its hangers-on and the political and economic establishments that self-servingly and even obsequiously support them.



This poem was largely inspired by Charlotte a former student of mine who subsequently became and is still a close friend. Charlotte’s background couldn’t have been any more aristocratic than it was if either she or anyone else for that matter had wanted or tried to make it so; and in conversations I had with her I was left in no doubt that academically clever and highly intelligent as she evidently was, Charlotte had been conditioned from birth to unquestioningly accepting and not challenging in any way the private life forbidden that her parents and those around them had determinedly mapped out for her and naturally expected her to conform to.



Although I could see it was a massive mistake on the part of this utterly charming and bright young lady to passively submit to what was expected of her I none the less studiously resisted all likely attempts on my part to interfere in what I saw and appreciated as Charlotte’s private life, respecting her inalienable right to make up her mind how she wanted to live her life; even if that outcome was heavily influenced by her parents, other family members, hers or their friends.



However, when she asked me for my advice, fully cognisant that previously in our conversations I wasn’t forthcoming with any of my own, I asked her if she really wanted to hear my honest opinion; and when she said yes I was accordingly polite but unstintingly forthright in what I had to say to her. Interestingly enough, Charlotte wasn’t in the least taken aback by anything I said, appeared to accept my opinion and most significantly seemed particularly relieved that I’d given it. The upshot of which was that Charlotte resolved to immediately change not only her life’s expectations but essentially as well set about dismantling in the process those which her parents, other family members and friends had formulated for her and expected her to consent to.



Fortified with this new assurance in herself she resolutely informed the principal playmakers in her life of her changed plans and courageously embarked on them; finding true love in the process with a man whose background was as different from hers as it could possibly get, but who fully cognisant not only of his reciprocal love for Charlotte and the huge societal sacrifice she’d made on his behalf, manfully stepped up to the plate and thoroughly justified the explicit faith that Charlotte had place in him emotionally, lovingly and in terms of enhancing his previously unspectacular work career.



Five years have elapsed since all this happened; Charlotte and her young man have meanwhile got married, are in a state of marital bliss, and are planning a family of their own. Additionally, broken fences between the married pair and Charlotte’s own family have also been repaired largely due to the resoluteness that Charlotte showed from the outset of her landmark decision that she was never going back to her former familial life forbidden, and the eventual recognition and full acceptance by her family members and erstwhile friends that she meant every word of what she’d said.



A situation amieloratively eased by Charlotte’s father. Of all his children Charlotte had always been his favourite and the apple of his eye and the grim prospect of him losing her forever and never ever getting the opportunity to know his grandchildren by her troubled him immensely he later confessed to her. So the sensible and only practical solution to permanently forestalling that was to honourably bury the hatchet on their differences, which thankfully was done.



Now I’m not naïve, have never been and don’t envisage any situation where I will ever allow myself to be subjugated by such a puerile mindset, and consequently what I may have intentionally assisted Charlotte in satisfactorily accomplishing, I don’t necessarily hold out as a panacea for everyone that find themselves in similar circumstances or who may have an identical familial background.



Old habits are extremely hard to break, and in Britain where the transparently detrimental – unless of course you’re a complete nerd and absolutely incapable of noticing this – but nevertheless idiotically perceived and exceptionalist practice of classism is profoundly ingrained, it will, in my honest view, require a colossal, commitedly collaborative and ongoing undertaking to efficiently and permanently eradicate it. Not at all an easy task considering the significant support, across the board, that classism openly, tacitly and even subconsciously enjoys within British society.



So where do I stand on all this? If that isn’t obvious by now – and it should have been – then let me unapologetically, unambiguously and emphatically state that I’m a committed meritocrat that firmly believe that one’s personal ability - and not an accident of birth, so-called social background or their familial standing or societal connections – should be the sole determinant factor in one’s success and ongoing progress. Of course human beings not being perfect there’ll be aberrations to this procedure; but these should be the exceptions rather than being the norm. And while every society will and must have its own distinguishing hierarchy this must equally be based on the principle of meritocracy and NOT hereditary exclusivity – or in blunt terms who your biological mother or alleged father actually fucked with!



So let’s hope that Charlotte’s story is a shot across the appropriate bows!

By Stanley Collymore



Please give me your hand in marriage and in return I

shall faithfully promise to you a lifetime of entire

commitment, loyalty, fidelity in all my dealings

with you and, of course, my unstinting love

for you. For no other woman that I’ve

previously met or personally had any

kind of relationship with has remotely,

compared to what you’ve done in my

case, managed to imbue in me the

same level of intense interest

that you’ve automatically and so

comprehensively instilled in me;

turning, as a result, my whole life

pleasurably upside down in

the most compellingly

magical, thoroughly

rewarding and

gloriously

satisfying

way.



Therefore, totally bearing all that in mind, and

both sensibly and conscientiously well aware

that my life will be infinitely better off in a

myriad of ways were I to welcomingly

accept on board, boldly take the

plunge, and unreservedly

embrace the complete package of us being

the perfect item together, I would then,

contrary to every conceivably logical

deduction there is, manifestly either

have to be absolutely out of my

mind or else decidedly the most obtuse of men

alive were I for my part to irrationally allow

you to casually slip through my fingers and

away from me by not comprehensively

acquainting you with the full extent

of my emotions towards you,

together with what I most

passionately, profoundly

and quite unmistakably

feel deeply within

this enraptured

heart of

mine.



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 July 2014.





Author’s Remarks:

Regrettably, there are some people who go though their entire life earnestly searching for but never really managing to either find or experience that great love which they’ve always dreamt about and had fervently hoped to attain. Others though have it freely and conspicuously thrust at them yet fail quite miserably to recognize, let alone appreciate either the gesture or the extent of the love that’s being proffered to them.



So which of these categories are you in? A rhetorical question on my part actually that doesn’t require any explanation to me nor seeks an answer of any kind from you on the matter. But were you to feel obligated to answer it for your own personal satisfaction or peace of mind, then do so my all means.



However, a word of caution in your ear; be totally honest with yourself should you decide to go down that path. Since to do otherwise would evidently, and rather sadly in my view, lead to you consciously and rather illogically deceiving the only person that actually matters in all of this – yourself!