May

Posted on May 1, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A wild and natural guardian we see them everywhere
The hedgerows and the lay byes
Festooned with cream and ermine share
Such fragrance realise
The gorgeous scents around
The wildest of wild perfumes
That anyone has found
Woven its Natures tribute
Hawthorn a wonderful tree
Cratageous and we know it well
Where in April and May we see
It gets to the heart of problems
Where Haws and blossoms grow
shield bugs The yellow hammer
Wood mice come and go
May and the First pure bounteous blooms
From shiny leaves that show

The inner child the magic
Just look down country lanes
Where tractors chug out dark exhaust
Going to great pains
We see the glorious Hawthorn
Giving us their all
It’s heady scent is heaven bent
Creating a floral wall

groves of true creation
Sown by wind and rain
A truly powerful barrier
A hedging that can gain
Access from the sharpest thorns
The knotted branches they
Wind and weirdly wrestle
In the pure light of the day.

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5th of May

Posted on May 1, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A golden sky spreads forth the charm
Of the druid clan now arm in arm
A dancing throng wassailing through
Bringing happiness and contentment too
Ann and Simon are as one
Their contagion ne’er undone

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Shale gas the saga continues

Posted on April 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Shale gas is a waste of time and water
Both precious resources at this time
The public can’t use hose pipes
But they can and pollute it
And are licensed which is terrible
And honestly there really is no rhyme
or reason
To allow them, to carry on like this
Wasting it and causing sudden earthquakes
They are now really trying to take the piss

They are and we as fellow humans have to
Make a stand
It’s clear they do not care a less
For what is our shared land.

Written 30th June 2012

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Degradation and mindlessness

Posted on April 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

This fracking lark is gaining some momentum
Obama and his people seem to feel
If energy is actually on their doorstep
Then there’s qudos and home producing is for real
Hydraulic fracturing is apparently
An earner it’s suggested by a few
But reality sees investors losing out a lot
For diminishing returns actually screw
It’s dirty, it’s a really filthy business
Environmental degradation looms
Paying homage to an evil deep inside the earth
Through a multitude of strata’s and vile plumes

Deep into the palezoic era 2000-3000 feet below
Through the Marcellus shale
That gets ruptured when a hail
Of chemicals and water move it so
And the gas is then on tap
The fracking over
Except this sick concoction some at least
Comes back up that old drill
Tragically to spill
Stored in open ponds
TankedZAQ off in trucks
16 wheelers in the operation
And all of this is costing us big bucks
Toulene,Xylene,Arsenic,Barium, Chromium
Cadmium,Mercury,Lead and Formaldehyde
The fracking water is such an awesome cocktail
And so much of it wasted to confide

With you about the waste
Of the earths pure water
From 1 and 1/2 to 9 million gallons
That’s per drill
Which is going to make the water table diminish
And the pollution and the corruptions out there still
Take Texas for example with so little rain
The people will be needing bottle water soon
Which to my mind makes the whole thing just insane
In Ohio there’s a 1000 wells now working
I’m glad I don’t live there , I have to say
Pollution and corruption is completely mindless
But politicians still make people pay

And now le Roy school
Upstate New York, yes it’s there
Fracking wells below the school
Hang fire
Trees around the site are bloody dying
15 children suffering the world
Around is crying
Tics and sick aggression and the doctors
Have their own ideas
It’s nothing to do with fracking
They fail to fear the power of tears
They fail to see the wanton thrust
The money grabbing powerful lust
The families there now being told
It’s a mystery to behold
Fracking is the reality
Obama and the people see
The obvious, the emperor was naked all the while
It’s sinful now what we are doing
For deep within the earth it’s brewing
A disaster we may never ever truly reconcile.

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For the ignorant boy

Posted on April 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

For the ignorant boy
It was easy to kill
The creature that sat
On the top of the hill

There in the grass
With his shoe he did smash
The creature lay squashed
Life, then death in a flash

God made the earth
And the creatures and he
Will understand why
The boy had to be

Wilful, destructive
To kill as he had
The ignorant boy
The more ignorant dad

At Pitstone
The ignorant boy he is there
Killing the creatures
And causing despair

Threatening us
As our finance is small
And our backs are of course
Right up to the wall

We though have prayer
We have poems and we
Hope that John Gummer
Can now oversee

Refer to the ode
Of the ignorant boy
And just give us back
What was ours to enjoy.

Sent to DOE Bristol/ Rooms 12/16 Tollgate House

22nd June 1996.

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Red face day

Posted on April 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Somebody else’s mother
Has a different face from ours
She cries a lot and wonders
Just how many long hours
She has to work at picking
Mange tout for Tesco stores
At rates of pay
That some would say
Break every kind of law
Somebody else’s mother
Is exploited all the way
1 p for each packet
That’s her rate of pay
Some body else’s mother
Sweats blood and it can’t be
Allowed, not now, not ever
People now must see
These super duper buyers
Had better start to be
More caring, for as people
We are one community
Somebody else’s mother
Needs to know that people here
Hate this exploitation
And one hopes that now is clear

27th February 1997. Written to Tesco

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Canada and it’s seals

Posted on April 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Two great big eyes
that’s what we see
A heart
A soul
Could be me
The next time around
Well, who can say
A Seal needs help
From us today

Some men can bludgeon
And watch them bleed the seal
Because
It’s need to feed
On cod, so what
We have to share
For selfishness
Gets us no where

I beg you
Help the little soul
Their need is great
Their problems real

Compassion is a strength you know
Please help them
Stop each cowardly blow
That knocks them side ways
And they die
I wonder, Yes
I wonder why
God made the seals
And watches ore
The massacre
And asks what for

17th October 1996
Sent to Jean Chretien in Ottawa Prime Minister

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Cobra written in November 1992

Posted on April 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The cobra spits
But why he spits
It sadly passed us by
Before he spat
We squashed him flat
Unseeing was our eye.

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An update in rhyme

Posted on April 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Shapiro is on record telling Conway
He need not worry Terminator will
Be locked up in some great Monsanto cupboard
Sterile seed it blew a kind of chill
Up the trouser legs of many people
The Rockerfeller’s shivered in their shoes
Delta/Pine Monsanto and the others
For really this had become awful news
Lots of concerned people began scribing
Almost every country on the globe
Protests coming every blooming which way
And clearly Conway felt the sense of Job
Called the great Monsanto to his table
And whispered little nothings in each ear
Synonymous with corporate greed, it’s had it
the public won’t put up with it around here

USDA although looks in a bad position
Defending this technology now means
Since it’s all been chucked out by people everywhere
And not just only by our friends the “greens”
I feel the blooming government should tell them
Sorry lads we have to say farewell
You can take your Terminator with you
And find your own way down the road to hell
Monsanto is a company with problems
It’s arrogance has meant it’s on a low
In people’s estimations it’s a monster
That even little children seem to know
I personally think that all of this must carry
On the fight for there’s no doubt that we
Will see that Terminator in the future
Taken out and dusted wait and see

We just can’t trust these huge great Corporations
They say one thing and do a whole lot more
It’s clear to people around the world we have to
Watch them closely to be blooming sure.

22nd October 1999
A reply to my poem by Michael Roboz

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Dear Mr Gummer

Posted on April 28, 2024 by Rex Tyler

What you did at Pitstone
Was a wondrously healthy thing
And I would ask you look at Bellman
Where
Castle wants to re engage the JCB’s and workings
And from our lovely hills that want to tear

Huge great scars in what we all call country
Devastate the place and create dust
already they consider burning tyres and carpets
And saying when we moan that we are unjust

But looking after children in this district
Seeing green sites does excite them so
They can take in Nature and be happy
Not stand on the street corners well you know

As a family man you know the problems
Inhalers our kids use them, is it fair
Breathing in gods given, and it’s awful
Chalk dust, cemfuel blowing everywhere

The Ribble Valley does deserve much better
Living here , Oh No their out of touch
Put a bleeding quarry in their backyard
The squeals would reach the moon I say
Please be their protector MR Gummer
Tell the castle people go away.

Historic pledge to Selwyn Gummer after we won the Pitstone case
Against Castle cement years ago. I was then asked by the citizens of the Ribble Valley to try to help them thwart Castle again there where they were actually burning cHem fuel from the chimneys and girls in tHe local high school were become
Sick with it all.

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Radio Active Caesium

Posted on April 28, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Radioactive Caesium will lodge in
Muscles and
Probably be eliminated this I Understand
But radioactive Strontium lodges in the bone
And stays there for a lifetime
Yes, we are on our own
Our cells will be irradiated
Every single day
Calcium’s essential
And it’s really going to pay
To keep those levels up
For otherwise, if not
We may uptake the strontium
And that will be our lot

Written 23/2. 1997’

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Arthur Bloom

Posted on April 28, 2024 by Rex Tyler

He died at 62 years

This Professor who lived in Wales
An expert in his field we thought
And now we are hearing tales
Of abusing chimpanzees with his
Medical ideology
And how it was switched to human children
And all this done just tragically
Apparently the blood used
Each dose containing donors who
Came from prisons their tainted blood
Contaminated through and through
AIDS, drug taking, alcoholics
Sex workers as well
Up to 60,000 donors
Surely each batch from Hell
And the children were administered
These doses knowingly
But they and their parents had no idea
They were “lab rats” actually

Every year they are dying
Yet Rishi Sunak is now
One of many prime ministers
A long list of how
It happened and the call to compensate
The cans kicked down the street
It’s ugly and it’s evil
The tainted blood deceit

The use of apes cost £10,000 per batch
But children were free
Imagine a mind that regards this
And abuses victims, we
Realise that parents some
Imagining their souls
We’re cared for by such a famous man
With very different roles

And to this day victims
Are dying, clearly one by one
Lab rats such an evil
Soon there will be none
Left alive imagine it
The cruelty of man
The n h s. The hierarchy
Big pharma

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Five horses bolted in London today

Posted on April 24, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The Kings Guards horses
Waiting
For a horse box
Decided they would
Gallop around London
On this April day
Throwing guards off
In Victoria near the Clermont Hotel
And clearly making a dash for freedom
That’s all you can say

Clearly off like rockets
Through the London streets
Several injured
Guardsman some of the elites
The horses to in rampage
Colliding with a bus
Police cars blooming ambulances
They all kicked up a fuss

All have now been captured
A grey injured alas
Several souls in hospital
All seen by a mass
Of startled tourists and Londoners
As they bolted down the street
From Buckingham Palace to Limehouse
Via Yea Fleet Street.

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Blue bell time

Posted on April 24, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The forest rings out
Merrily
It’s gentle melody
Communicating spring time
Through the woods we see
Into the forests eerieness
True Indigo and woad
Lapis lazuli
thrillingly
Lightening our load
With Great sheaths of dancing blueness
Carpeting from afar
Startling the squirrels folk
Who inquisitively are
Excited by the many shades of delicate within
Waving every which way
Which beautifully underpin
Everything we ever see
Lapping waves of blue
Every shade as shadows fade
A landscape changing view
So masterful and colourful
So grandiose and true
Ashridge sparkles brilliantly
With its many shades of blue.

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Glastonbury Town

Posted on April 22, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Hugging the passers by
Loving them well
Clad in their colours
A collective spell
Of magical impulse
The sounds all were there
The colourful crazies
Willing to share

Their couplets of grand mirth
Astrological charm
Geraint in his magical shop
Ever calm
Wonderful oils sensationally
Endearing language
Wafts seriously
Into our nostrils
Obsessing caressing
A blessing in fact
A ditty as well
Softness and sweet nothings
Sporting and courting
Engaging the spirit
We all love so well

The goddess and green man
Tish met with Tim
Didgeridoo’s each final whim
Bamboo and termites
Lost in the van
Circular breathing
More pipes of pan

A weekend of gloriousness
Subtle blue skies
Friendship rewarded
Meetings of the wise
So many jesters very few fools
The crystals the magic
The taverns of old
The explosive ale
Bust guttingly cold

The A303 a track and a race
Taking in Stonehenge
And the ancient race
Of men who once carried those
Sarsons of old
Those ravens that nested
Out in the cold
And now modern ignorance
Wants to destroy
Build fucking tunnels
Of course to destroy
The spirits the magic
The gems of the age
And leave our ancestors
In a vile ugly rage.

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The village Hall gig

Posted on April 22, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Enthral at the ball
The call of the wild
The witchy the spellbinding
Voice of a child
Calling in cryptic the raptures of old
The didgeridoo and guitar all were rolled
Into a rapture of dramatic worth
Colours and fairy lights
All around earth
The mirth and atoning
Both fitting and true
Impartial justice the hearts of the few
Part of the enchantment
And gratefully
The whispering forces
A voyage to afar
The great fascination
The charm and the star
The warmth of within
The worldly play
In life’s spotlight, an enchantress
Mystics might say

We sat over come by her
Whispering soul
In a quaint little hall
We joined and the role
Of casting, their sanctity spread everywhere
Her divine essence and beautiful
Hair
Her wonderful colourful heavenly form
On our sofa of choice
Were Impressively warm
Strangers perhaps wanting to be
Together in goodness and true charity
So much will so much way
So much heart on the day
A collective spell
Clearly at play.

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Criminals all

Posted on April 21, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Israel’s being run by Netanyahu
A criminal, who knows that he should
Be Chained up in a bloody jail
He knows, he is going to fail
Totally unwilling to change tack
And be seen
Murdering Palestinians children yes and women
Wives and mothers sisters brothers
It really is obscene

As for the a British Government
The Tories
What a Bunch of weeds
Frightening admissions
We know where it leads
Selling them arms to kill our people
Bombing them with our jets
Little Rishi sunak
The sun never sets

Not on him so ignorant
Letting Israel call
All the shots just tin pots
Our backs pressed to the wall

Cameron in the House of Lords
Andrew Mitchell, he
Talks a lot of cobblers
As all of us can see
Grovelling on the Israeli floor
Pleading, that we see
And end to all this mayhem
And genocide that we
All are party to, we are
We see it everyday
Bodies in the rubble
In vast stages
Of decay
Run over by IDF tanks
Eaten by wild hounds
WOmen and children devastated
Surely we have grounds

To stop they Bloody arms sales
And To tell IsraeL
They can go to hell
Iran is not the enemy
We are under IsraeLs spell
They are scumbags nasty bits of work
Pariahs that’s for sure
We should all, bomb Israel
And Their vile plea’s just ignore

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Destruction Off life

Posted on April 20, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The stench of death
Engages the nostrils of those who
Carry out the annihilation
And help to make the stew
The lethally destructive
Labourers of sin
Who gas and lunge their sharpened knives
And pierce the lone sows skin

She screams beyond the ear range
A shrieking vile refrAin
Blood spurts from out of her jugular
We all can feel her pain
An ugly contusion
A bitter sweet desire
Gassing her harassing her
And putting her to fire

Take your children to the death camp
That fatalistic blow
The saw that cuts her clear in half
As many of us know
Turning on a cutting board
And showing us just how
A pig is cut in pieces
And is ready for us now

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Norway

Posted on April 20, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Norway needs their arses kicked
From here to their and to here again
More than 5oo beasts are murdered
In the most, extreme pain
Care the whalers do not care
Savagely they kill
Out there on the sea right now
So much blood they spill

Mercury they love it
It affects their mind
These wondrous beasts
On them great feasts
Are had and when they find
Pregnant females

they don’t care
The harpoon’s hits it’s prey
A mother about to give birth
Goes to hell that day

These whaling heartless evil men
Nothing better to do
Than seek out such creations
And watch what does ensure
The awful cries of mothers
Bleeding for their child
Explosive harpoon fatalities
It really drives me wild

Norway ought to know by now
That whales are meant to be
Living lives in harmony
Deep down in the sea
Not pickled or boiled or wind dried
Chunks soaked in mercury
Whalers of Norway need to learn
A lesson rapidly

We do want them to realise
Their antics frighten, and we
Watch their ugly motive less sense
Carving out a plea
Murdering by explosive force
The wonderful creatures who
God made not for whaling men
Or their frightful barbecue.

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Llensteffan

Posted on April 20, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Marion Evans bought the castle
It sits, looking down
On a gorgeous beach of golden sands
And the quaintest town
a charming little voyage of souls
Pretty painted homes
The estuary is colour matched
With the sky just expect some gnomes
Who frequented the headland castle
900 years ago
When the Normans added stone
All Clearly in the know.

Once a wooden battlement but they
Brought common stone
to shore
Up and protect themselves
Up there bleak and raw

A cavalcade of colour
Beach and sea and green
Farmland and wild garlic
Decorate the scene
We saw a home LLansteffan
Quaint and quiet and cool
A dancing stream gurgled along
An addition just to hear it’s call
A wild and endearing garden
With gunnera growing free
Brought we hear from New Zealand
And now invasively

Looking like some giant
Who liked his crumble sweet
Had sown these humble Māori seeds
To monstrously compete
With local wildness plantain
Dandelion and more
Several little orchids too
Scattered on the floor

The house set back
Of black and white
With gardens to the rear
Steps to take you higher
Contemplatively, to cheer
The soul urge and the heart strings
Bees and bugs and butterflies
A spiritual place of solace
Satisfaction wise

Tucked away in hedge land
Feelings come and go
A wealth of vital greenery
A harmony and flow
Mutual understanding
And generous rapport
Several helpful neighbours
Knocking on one’s door

Youth is what is needed
A pliant back or two
Swing the sickle heave the spade
To brighten up the view
Overgrown and clearly loved
Need helping hands to be
Giving some arduous Labour
And ingenuity.

A grove of wood and tangle
An eddy of beyond
Steps up to a garden
I’d need a magic wand
To get up there me thinks today
It’s not an easy trot
A lovelier couple you could never meet
I liked them both a lot.

Wales has so much to offer
The people are sublime
Their attitude is helpful
And On that fair I dine
Being old and antiquated
It’s really good to feel
People around you will help you
That really does appeal

The house is rather special
The problem is for me
Steep stairs made of concrete
It’s not so easily
Manageable on the basis
Of possibly every day
Which is why I have thought it through
and I have to say

It’s just too much for me, I think
I need an easier task
But assuredly I am hoping
Someone soon will ask
Them if they can buy their house
I am certain that is so
So much land and things to do
That much I do know

The beach a stones throw, really
Golden vibrant sand
The estuary is wonderful
One can understand
How Dylan Thomas loved the place
Poets clearly do
I hope to retire somewhere in Wales
And absorb an amazing view

Might be mountains might be sea
Might be woods some where free
A slower pace where wildness flows
Where rhyme and reason extends the prose.

Thank you Anne and Martin for your time and viewing your lovely house.

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Israel

Posted on April 20, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The right of self defence
A lawful suggestion being aired
By those supplying weaponry
As the angels are not spared
The terror and the horrific load
The extenuating force
Of ignorance and arrogance
Clearly from the source

We do what we want to do
That’s the vile refrain
A darkly and ugly minister
Deliver his disdain
His crippling disaster
His ugliness beyond
The bloodied and the broken
Who finally abscond

Lying in the rubble
Children’s blackened faces
Staring eyes see Heavens door
And the demons dark disgraces
A semblance of the horror
Undoubtedly on display
The saints are done with Israel
In the clouds of every day

That Soaks the people’s willingness
Infants so forlorn
Broken twisted busted bones
It is Israel’s war
Supported by the weapon dealers
Earning violent crusts
Of sodden bread bones of the dead
God above disgusts

The furore of the inclement
The ravages on high
Mothers guts ripped open
Babies where they lie
Being consumed by maggots
Voraciously consuming
The cretinous desiring
What is the vilest grooming

Tanks comes rolling forwards
Crushing the embittered souls
Netanyahu his desire
Is to act out all his roles
Doing what comes naturally
Gaza is on fire
Death and such destruction
An explosive force so dire

Spokesmen as in the Western climes
Answer to his tune
About the defence of Israel
All consuming darkened doom
Represents such evil such ugly robotic I’ll
So many ugly corpses now bleed out and lie still.

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Cows suffering

Posted on April 20, 2024 by Rex Tyler

What is unfeeling agony
Resulting in such pain
He who pokes the vacant beast
Will get soaked in the rain
The deep divide and horror
Watch the poor cow try
To get away from its fragility
And just lay down and die

written in Glastonbury at 5 in the morning

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A big leap into the unknown

Posted on April 18, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Emperor Penguin chicks leap into the light
Off a fifty foot cliff face
Oh yes in spite
Of great fear for sure
One has to go
He leaps and he splashes
In the ocean below

The great pack look down
He is splashing about
He made the leap
He had no doubt
Now they must follow
Follow his lead
Leap fifty feet
They are bound to succeed

One after the other they all splash down
Some try to work their wings
Did they think they might fly
One after the other splashing about
Confidence building
Without a doubt.

One showed them courage
His certainty
His unshakable belief
To reach the blue sea
A veritable lesson
Obsessed in a way
A great leap of faith
That clearly did pay.

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Whalers

Posted on April 18, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Offal they really are awful
Shooting harpoons toward those
Bountiful whales an explosion of forces
Suddenly it does transpose
A beast of the god state of oceans
Thrown into havoc and war
Lifted into dark seclusion
By the sadistic devils whose core
Is vile and is dark and possessing
The most ugly resonance they
Soak up the light and turn it to shite. YES
Let’s see them die in the spray

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Contemplating the obvious

Posted on April 18, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Those who sit
Contemplating their navels
Believing they are
Number one
The rest being shit stirring infidels
Who soften when
Hearing our gun
Holed by the infinite mercy
Soulfully live with esteem
Just silt at the top of a barrel
Who have lost their
Power to still dream.

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Chosen people

Posted on April 18, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Why know that we are
the chosen
Our race of soulful
Are far
Than the rest
The crème of the crème
Yes every gem
We sparkle we resonate
We are the best

We look down
our noses
At others
Ants of the obvious kind
Too many of them
Violent and vile
Sadly though
Sharing one mind

To threaten to fight
And be crazy
Fire missiles every where
They have a stench of the rotten
And give off the thoughts of despair

We are Gods chosen
A populace
A Sweet smelling nectar of grace
Living in sunlight and kindness
Knowing we are of one face

The bloody obvious feelings
Murder the rest is our cry
Life is a beautiful feeling
As for the rest they must die.

We are the true YES gods people
Existing like none of the rest
Heightened in mind and in body
Given the power to be best.
The rest of you all good for nothings
Your language is ugly to hear
All you give off is vile toxins
Spreading the worst kind of fear.

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With eyes to see

Posted on April 17, 2024 by Rex Tyler

With eyes to see
And a heart to feel
And a mind to know
That outside it’s real
My country states
The need to fight
To back the rogues
And smell the shite

I have feelings for
This world where care
For the environment
I want to share
Loving souls
Thinking hard
Being with words
Deeply scarred

A bard I be
Clutching at straws
Needing to listen
To the applause
Death comes quickly
To many around
The mothers their children
Deep in the ground

Weaponry woundeth
Blood lust too
I love the peace
I know it’s true
I hate the warring
States who say
We will kill you all
By judgement day

I love the animals
I love those who
Respect true life
And what we can do
Preserve the oxygen
The water clear
Love one’s neighbour
And stay sincere

After watching Scott Ritter
And Captain McGregor
Thinking about IRAN
And RUSSIA
CHINA

Suffering ISRAEL
And PALESTINE

Sobbing with the Ukrainian dead people
Forced to become soldiers.

Screaming inside for all the women and children
In Heaven now

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Sarah Miller

Posted on April 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A genuine rightness
About her
Undeniably so
Undoubtedly caring
And so very sharing
Of thoughtfulness
And I just know

Travel lodge
Clearly ai heard her
For a manager to show a lead
Clearly with real understanding
To put my mind at rest
Yes indeed

I have stayed
in the the world finest places
In my long life up til today
But I got the feeling
That Dear Sarah Miller
Is the best of the best
Just the way

She spoke to me
Welcomed me
Made me feel good
She is a fine person
For sure
Worth her weight in gold
And I am now sold
On Travel Lodge Glastonbury

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Horses

Posted on April 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Carnage that’s what it’s about
Honestly there is no doubt
The so called rotten sporting world
And the victim horses that are hurled
Headlong into malicious strife
Made to jump to save their life
Abusing horses night and day
Just to gate our blooming way

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Cameron’s squeals

Posted on April 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

To hear the Lord of a lords
Someobody else’s lords not mine
Wriggling out of the questions
About Israel yea down the line
Blowing up an embassy
Killing many men
It’s alright go do it
Sign it with your pen

Kate Burley got up early
Thank goodness I must say
To make this Jewish gentlemen change his view
No way
He is for the Zionists
Iran is the culprit here
Well I shan’t vote for the tories
Or the glories that is clear
Starmer the embalmer
He can run and leap
All blooming arse oles
Should all go back to sleep

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