She never knew her daddy
Her mum let her go
The folk who own my mother
Told me this& so
They wouldn’t let me drink her milk
The slaughterhouse 4me
My mother raped And already lame
The vegan tribes now be
Helping in their organic way
But the rest of you don’t care
So very sad
Badgers deserve better
Badgers historically
Have been around for aeons
Before BTB
These animals forced to stand in muck
Dirty smelly places
Bugs are not found in the wild
Go look at their faces
Behold a dark Angel
Sitting contemplating
Net zero possibly
Could she be dating
That particular time
When the glacial ice
Melts into the ocean
Perhaps in a trice,
Her crinoline mirroring
Will it suffice
Absolutely if only we
Construct the the construction
Whom we be
Our own minds
The given power
We use the words
Why should we cower
Hide away not speak the true
Sara Dear I think that you
Are so so special
They have no sweat glands
They were built this way
They want to be clean
But what do we say
“Dirty pig” it’s down to pig farmers who
Make them stand in shitThats what we do
Pigs hate the filth we are their sin
I so love pigs
Helicopters hunters
Little winkle nuts
Killing bears and wolves it seems
They haven’t got the guts
Ton stand before their victims
NO preferring to
Shoot them from a great height
That is what they do
And the government turns a blind eye
Parading ones kill on the internet
Crocodiles and leopards
That’s what we see
Arse oles with so little grey matter sadly
Paying for trophies they be
Beautiful animals noble and wild
Sat by dead bodies
Of course all defiled
Africa’s crying out
Losing wild souls
Bow hunting fanatics
Really just trolls
They got too much money
Killings their game
Murdering innocence
It’s them I blame
I spend all my hours trying to save
Animals everywhere
Whilst These sods they rave
On about trapping and bow hunting and more
They have no morals
They are at war
It’s Trophies they are after
To show them about
All I can ask is that
Because they flout
This evil this awful existence of there’s
They’re ugly faces. You bet it scares
The life out of good sense
Who happen to see
Their ugly mugs
In perpetuity.
Seven miles from Salisbury
Stonehenge on a site
A massive plain
Of elevated chalk
And in the light
As far as the eyes can see
A monument that is gorgeously
Preserved these Sarsons
Boldly they
Represent another way
Ritual service
Earths and barrows
Day by day
The greener narrows
Undulating Downs we see
Such solitude
Take it from me
It’s utterly ridiculous
Disgustingly bad
Revoltingly obvious
Tonight I am sad
To see a human mother
Killing a child
It’s, so offensive
This baby was Wild
A godly
Creation
Trump was wholly positive
A great idea
Injecting his people
With superlative cheer
Constructive and confident
Definite soul
No notes, from his heart
And his leadership role
Quietly optimistic
His prescription of care
Lifting his people
To just be aware
Sadly in England
It isn’t the same
And we have all been told
We are to blame
They have murdered the mother
And all of her piglets
They all went to heaven
Not so those who
Murdered them
They have a hell to contend with
And those who will eat them
Don’t let them be YOU
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Looking up to the heavens
The great Milky Way
Stars in his eyes
His grey matter doth play
With the miracles everywhere
This man just knows
What lies beyond us
In spirit he grows
Some call him the rocket man
Possibly so
My instant odes on X they
just flow
Wild monkeys trapped and shipped far away
Experimentation that’s what they say
Wildness creation a subtle desire
Corporate shit shows which just seems the way
Forward these days
These poor primates can sigh
can sit all chained up
A Wondering why
What karma they are facing
Exported afar
All around the world
As cargo
A star
no more like a prisoner
Locked in a crate
Left just to rot
In a most parlous state
From hot Vietnam
To Cold reyjkyavic
To India to America
Give them a tick
These bloody companies
Stealing the souls
Beautiful apes
With creative roles
Godly in character
But tragically
They became prisoners
To our infamy
And now they just wonder
They cry when we sleep
They bleed and they urinate
Their lives are cheap
These corporations
Have no care at all
They break all our hearts
Driving apes up the wall
The branches
like fingers reach out to the sky
Where kaleidoscope colours .
just seem to apply
A wonderful
magical picturesque scene
The TOR give me more
and the tower where I’ve been
Everyday wandering
and wondering why
In Glastonbury’s aura
I always feel high
A gleaming eye
a long history
Of predation
their nation
it ought to be
Protected,
not murdered
not by catch
no way
Sharks have a purpose
That’s all I will say
The bottom Fishing
dredging it be
Unbelievable and wasteful so ignorantly
Are the perpetrators.
Hunting in gardens others of course
Hounds tearing about
A big show of force
Clip pity clops all over the place
The hunters are trail hunting
What a disgrace
Arrogant mobsters
That’s what they are
They ride down the lanes
They follow their star
The fox the wild fox
Who has done them no wrong
These infidels actually
Do not belong
In our gardens on our land
In the wild countryside
Riding their horses
I cannot abide their
Ignorant status
Torturing they
Don’t give a damn
And they never pay
For the damage they cause
Toffs who believe
They can do what they like
How they deceive
The so few supporters
The law ought to be
Hitting them hard
That’s if you ask me
Story from North Dorset Hunt Saboteurs
Read wrote and posted on Facebook
Just open your eyes
and see what I saw
Magnificence out there
all around the Tor
Such opulence
amazing colours
that speak
As if Midas was out there
last night at his peak
An abundance of colours
and riches galore
Let’s wallow in Winter
and love it some more
@ St Michael’s Tower
Whatever the animal species
we must
Realise animals
murdered
disgust
Each of their families
&those of us who
Love&appreciate them
as we do
Life is so special
each soul that’s alive
Appreciates everything
wants 2survive
As we do each of us
with families who care
🐬🐖🦊🐳🐐🐈⬛🦌🦘🫏
Got down on all fours
Stretch up to her tap
It’s hairy
It’s airy
I let my tongue wrap
Around and I suck
And milk percolates
Lumpy and smooth
At alarming rates
Finding pieces of glass
Worn smooth by the sea
Battered and shifted
And moved gracefully
A gradual change from the
Saltiness here
Creating a gem that can bring
Instant cheer 🔆🔅🩸🔮💧🥳
Approaching Conwy Castle
Like reliving a past life
A soldier at the battlements
A world of dark and strife
Tough the stones and the waterside
It takes your breath away
The Kings quarters
And The ten foot wall
Good protection so to say
From hoarding troops
With muskets firing
The walls are in the way
Bullets bursting all about
Cannonballs up in the sky
Moving on, its lots of tourists
Cameras clicking by and by
Feet on the ground
The smell of cordite
A walled city all aglow
It really is now so impressive
Everybodys in the know
Fire and brimstone
Chances lances
Protect the king at all cost We
Its cold and bitter
We must be fitter
To serve our King
potentially.
In the 13 th Century long ago
A hound called gelert and as we know
Was at home to protect
The cottagers son
When the master left
And what he’d done
Was attack and kill a mighty wolf
He protected the son
You bet he did
When his master returned
The baby gone
The master imagined
The dog upon
The babies bed
Covered in blood
So he shot the dog
Shot him dead
Outside he found a great black wolf
Bitten by Gelert
And realised
His son was safe
The wolf he’d killed
In a grave near where
The dogs blood spilled
Llewelyn the Great
His cherished hound
That he’s doubted his loyalty
He left in the ground
To regret the seriousness
Inflicted by
His withering hand
Which is, now why
The hounds grave
Forms part of the name
Of the village
Taking no real blame
The meandering river
Flows over the stones and under the bridges
That Nature owns
Song birds thrill us
Water sounds too
Lovely stone cottages
All on view
A beautifully charming village green
Rupert Bears artistry
Perhaps a scene
or two
From the story books
Just might be
Inspiration it seems to me
Reaching Snowdonia
What do we see
Wonderful mountains
Decked in history
Colourful plant life
Plentiful sights
Sheep dotted everywhere
Claiming their rights
To roam by themselves
To taste the green gloaming
All the while peacefully
Dutifully roaming
Waterfalls cascading
Down into rivers
Life is parading
So much to see
The realisation
Of what is creation
The immortal enduring
Welsh History
Be aware of the light
A crescendo of brightness
Of darkness of dampness
Present everywhere
This is Gods country
It’s perpetual beauty
Mind sapping honesty
That we all share
To live in this country
Being absorbed by its greatness
It knows it’s identity
Nature it rules
Every sight that one takes in
A fresh innovation
A landscape of genius
A bigness that calls
Imagine the enormity
The creatures one can’t see
Living their lives out there
It’s their domain
Where once the slate miners
Took umbrage to fetching
Hour after hour
Always hoping to gain
The road threads a highway
Lucidly true
So much variety
In what we do
What we see
What we feel
What we smell
Eyes a flutter
We take in the grandeur
The sights of each scene
A carpet of masterful ochres and magentas
Firey reds slate greys
And all sorts of green
It stretches before us
Boundlessness everywhere
Perpetual Nature
Each vigorous look
Potent and powerful
It’s out there before us
Watching for sheep boys
A great open book
Snowdonia a park
Of valiant effort
Of peacefulness
Mountain tops reaching the sky
Great swirling mists
Sun rays bright and beautiful
An absence of present day squalor
No lie
It’s great to be here
In these distant wild spaces
Hillocks and hillsides
And pitches and slopes
Contours and silhouettes
So much expression
Forelands and headlands
And a forthcoming hope
For our future
Where clouds come down and kiss the mountains
Where rivers violently exclaim
Rushing over rocks of ages creating
The white water fame
Swallow falls just so much water
Is descending from long ago
Can you hear the myriad bird song
And the Packhorse bridge that many know
A grade two listed age old soul son
Moss just growing everywhere
No wonder artists came to show
Their painting prowess
Conwy Railways
All kinds of trees
Apparently
Are happy in this watery
Hollow
It really is a place for me
Walking trails up to the mountains
A busy village people do
Wander around this place of beauty
An Alpine picture
Oft in view
So much to do and see
Just wander, think of the solitude
All share
Snowdonia a park of plenty
It is here and it is there.
The man has sense
He is not dense
Like the Labour mob
Who thinkNet zero is the answer
And say we are on the brink
Of who knows what disaster
Listen to Bellamy
He’ s a practical character
As far as I can see
France seemingly had decided to close
It’s ocean park
It just really shows
Great ocean mammals
Should never be
Removed from the ocean
Or even the sea
It has been mooted they could be going
To Loro Parque
A harrowing showing
Since 2021 4 orca’s died there
Nova Scotia is the place
Where these souls need to share
Freedom it makes sense
Great Orca’s they
Need the ocean to swim in
Retirement and play
All this man made torture
On such brilliant souls
Has to be stopped
Realise their roles
Be their commitment
Freedom is why
When Paris closes
They don’t have to die
Send to Nova Scotia
Ocean paradise
Heartfelt. And wonderful
🐬🐬🐳🐳
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Tungurahua or throat of fire
A great volcano
Banos yawns
Humming birds
Fly at my window
Actually I was lost for words
Ecuador it’s myriad magic
I love Ecuador
The oceans depleted
Starved of each soul
Trillions are netted
Such is their role
Stolen from out of the mouths
Of a few
The great orca whales
It’s what fishermen do
Emptying oceans
Of life every hour
Guts full of netting and plastic
The vow
Vegan forever
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
