A decorator par excellence
A man I hold in high regard
Full of authenticity
Resolute, and in my book starred
Trustworthy, and reliable
His obligingness and artistry
Meticulous and thorough
Bounded with alacrity
nothing really phases him
He quietly gives his all
He transformed our drab interiors
and every single wall
has taken on an energy
For He is the man to call
a genuine hard worker
Respectful of your place
credible and reliable
His workmanship is ace
observant and unruffled
the finished job supreme
scrupulously neat in what he does
assuringly a team
of Christopher his trusted friend
wall papering his art
they quietly engender confidence
really from the start
my home is on
a public footpath
overlooking mountains where
Dolgellau’s postcard energies
are up for grabs where we can share
Cymru and it’s heritage
Abermaw the place
Dan his enduring deftness
presented with such grace
a stickler, for quality
nothing left to chance
affable And kindly
his main wish to enhance
what was a tired old fashioned
Look
into an exciting family nook
using quality paints
with standards high
an enthusiastic kind of guy
quietly caring, beyond the norm
His exacting performance
his manner, warm
amenable and very fair
a quality that I believe is rare
Abermaw Decorating
Dan Griffiths
abermawdecorating@gmail.com
It’s Leather, cattle killed for their skin
In India it does begin
To torture mindsets everyday
From India they are marched away
For the Western Sofa’s
And tight fitting jeans
For the winter gloves
Done by machines
Sold on markets
At a cheaper price
Then their dead flesh cooked
With congee rice
marched for miles
then killed with hammer blows to the head
what a way to die.
in a country where the cow
is sacred
It’s slating down
It’s freezing
Cold
babies left
No one to hold
Or keep them warm
They freeze out there
Suffering true despair dairy farmers uncaring they
Let this happen every day
So ignorant people sold dairy food
Can also join the thoughtless brood
I D Cards and Starmer
his vile strategy
Cornwalls independence
thoughts are appreciated thankfully
communities realisation
this so called labour threat
has nothing to do with migrants
the illegals,it’s our bet
they will still keep turning up
like bad pennies, they
cant speak English
don’t know our culture
and we English pay
Starmer and his idiot breed
take us all for fools
ID card is a communistic premise
for big brother and his fools
thank you Cornwall
at the foot of England
and we see
the nerds are with the birds
On this
and forever they will be
🐇
I be that fox
A vixen by my side
We have no locks
No keys just earths
Beneath the sod
Cubs to feed
Chased around by hounds
Dug out by the squirrel men
Earning lots of pounds
Torn apart by hungry dogs
Hunters heartless arses
Clad in velvet high on port
Of the gentry classes
Or so they think
🦊🐰🐗🦌🐇
Men and women and children too
They call it culture
Pure vulgarity
Unseemly and vile
Obscenity
Blatant and garish
Loutish by the mile
Mexico has banned it
Spain should NOW
they call it fighting it’s grotesque cruelty
and that families watch eating and drinking
tells me everything about S pain
They revere animal torturing
The inner hoodlum surfaces
So many Chinese feel
The need to bloody well torture
Cats and dogs for real
And post it on the internet
Sick and evil they
Medieval mind sets
What they need today
Is some of the same treatment
Shark bait would be good
But I guess sharks shouldn’t eat such evil either
Dragging a female arrogantly
Bruising and scraping her knees
They made her lame
Fcuk what they claim
Milked to death beaten
De horned,scorch udders
Raped many times
Suffered kidnap and expletives
The ugliest rhymes
And now cruelly dragged backwards
Dairy farmers
There are no words 🐄
We created them in a godly state of evil circumstance
Plunged them into satanic mills
Nothing left to chance
These beautiful Beluga’s
Freedom stolen by
The arrogant and the ignorant
Who refused to hear them cry
Now the only option
Is kill them force them to
Go and join a maker
Who of course was you
CANADA
Those abusers of cats
Are actually low life
Without the intelligence
Found in most cats
The cheap skates
The mindless
The idiot people
Proving their envy
And ugly intentions
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Someone who cares about us
Stop listening to the spin
So many liars out there
With such levels of sin
Making out they are helping us
When it’s only them that win
Thanks to the old techie guy
our diets changing
by and by
Tortured steaks
and pre washed eggs
and cancerous processed flesh
the dregs
of humanity
are surfacing
plant based torture
rendering
Cricket flour
pea isolate
fancy words
join the debate
meal worm larvae
black soldier fly
farmed and ground up
in a pie
in our pasta
with our chips
William Gates
Knows all the tips
vast heaps of insects
Fit the bill
chitin and shitting
of course we will
with all these insects
i am lost for words
stealing the food source
had by birds
already they converse
and surely will
be left to squawk reluctantly.
Sat atop the hill
Overlooking Dolgellau town
the trees are getter whacked about
they could just come down
smack into my white house
whining every night
all sorts torn a’sunder
from Winters honest bite
Sitting in my living room
close to the event
hazels oaks and the odd Birch
seemingly content
strumming with their branches
mountain music where
gusts could rip my chimney off
and that wouldn’t be fair
would it
only moved here in July.
A female doesn’t lay her eggs
Imagining her creative strain
Is stolen and eaten by her captors
Hens say where’s the gain
Best not lay creation
To be eaten by those who
run around with vegan love
Both spirited and true
True to who pray tell me
The egg trade slay the arse
Off of really trillions
Of their brethren
Covered in dung
These females among
The worst of the souls that we see
They like to feel clean
Not like some machine
So disrespected they be
Supplying your milk
Your steaks and your leather
Given the look
You can think whether
You care to say you love cows
As women you
would realise
Now just how misunderstood
The poor girls we see here
Eschew
It be a wishbone
The chicken breast
With the most evil times
Of course I detest
The inevitable paradigm
Played out today
A chicken is passing
And you lot think it’s okay
A meeting of minds
a glorious thought
up against giants
a true drink was sought
flavoured with herbs
and true expertise
and love and attention
and the truest ease
science, a notional addition
i hear
lovely ingredients
and time honoured cheer
forget those rich dragons
what do they know
quality rings out
It’s music I know
taking on corporates
its not their way
they use the best
you can taste it
today
buy a case
chill it
drink it and see
an ale that won’t fail
For it significantly
passes the taste test
its quality high
impossibrew
is the reason why
i can drink and still drive
its alcohol free
social-blends matter
considerably.
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Look at his buttons
And his coat of green
A heartless oaf
We know where he’s been
Invading a wild place
Torturing he
A hunter a punter
A true devotee
To killing. Our precious wild life
Her eyes were poking out of her head
Very soon she would be dead
Line her up to the water tap
And deny her water that’s the crap
The meat trade offer
Imagine that
Does anybody smell a rat?
Kudzu to them
A frightful soul
Who will climb all over
And take control
These stuck up people
Looking down
On we who love nature
Around the town
The Chinese their country ancient as hell
Their language classic and clear
Disrespecting sweet animals flourishing now
Letting the side down on fear
Respect for other races animals who
Live by our side as many do
Disrespected and tortured and thrown out on line
Is criminal behaviour so far from fine
China be sick from the torment you cause
Ancestral Gods see you and need you to pause
And think what you are doing
Bringing them down all around the world
I be Zakoor the bard I be
and Crowman kind of comes
to see
clad in his cloak
i call him “Noir”
apparently, he acts the star
in my opera on a hill
where mountain spirits
embolden still
a crazy world below the sky
where lots of different winged Gods fly
Dolgellau ancient town of old
where suddenly tornadoes rolled
Their jet engines split the sky
the poet tells them
which is why
“Noir” comes by, his ebony
cloak and eyes appeal to me
Leaping weeping a deepening gloom
Except their death won’t find a tomb
Packed in ice off to some place
To be cooked and served
It’s a disgrace
So many buddies we lost today
To the greedy nets
Now on display
Breathing it’s a criminal act
When born a fish how they react
Drag us screaming out of the blue
And cook us on a plate for YOU
Look out of the window
what do you see
glistening bushes
diadems be
a stillness in time
timeless and still
the bluest of skies
and the Moelwins that spill
their magnitude skywards
Dolgellau the town
in spirited light force
this poet is drowned
A White House of comfort
Awelfa by name
who sits on a hill
for that is it’s claim.
Imagine for a moment
The bull you think he doesn’t know
Your polishing up his living horns
It’s def not just for show
The ring is in his nostrils
Hurting every day
And they are using polish
To wipe the guilt away
Every tug is hurting
He is swallowing the blood
But does this cow hand realise
Caught up in his own buzz
So many of these corporate vampires all they know about
Is juggling with their margins
Screwed at every stage
Nutrition ha what do they care
Professionally their fights
Are with money masters
The supermarket chains
Best buy fresh and freeze yourself
And profit from those gains
Both male and female Robins sing
red breasted clarions
ecliptic ring
Cryptochrome
a magnetic field
an orange sigh perchance they yield
with solitary stature
ever tested
male is female brood on show
in female birds that’s if you know
ears apparently the worms below
Much more able than most of us know.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
