Abraham the courier
turned up on his bike
clad in black
he didn’t lack
expertise
to liken
him to an angel
is not to far off he
helped me from across the road to
move a large Tv
as a courier he was able
he was thoughtful as could be
caring he was sharing
and he certainly did help me
a really amazing fellow
the right name if you ask me
he had brought a hard drive to a neighbour
and then helped me to see
just how amazingly caring he actually was.
that courier firm should value him highly
From the Orca’s to the Grey
A handover they say
A sickly soul
In somewhat of a hole
Protected it seems
Inter species control
Killer whiskers caring
And sharing a role
Beyond human understanding 🐳🐋🦈
It’s stood the test of centuries
Taking on the storm
Gusts and gentle billowing
Cool and cold and warm
Loving weathers seasons
Michelle every day
Exploring the perfection
Of the Tor and tower
And in a way
Glastonbury the magical
Sweet home of the fey
Those consumers have little feeling
For the infants of the day
They will eat enjoying the taste of death
Exceptionally To pay
money for the pleasure
That little babies were
Tortured and dismembered
It truly did occur
A genuine oasis
Bound by Nature day on day
Not the mass of slaughter houses
Bones and flesh and whey
Plants and flowers
emotion
Pure vibrancy and soul
An innocents volition
To accept one’s true control
Imagine the elephants agony
It’s trunk damaged so
It’s means of assistance
Ruined it’s whole flow
Of energy and expression
Lost that fateful day
A violent snare was just left there
An infection stole away
🐘
Fierce yet equally peaceful
Wandering away
Gently carving out a route
An avid get away
Both clad in the finery
Black as night and more
Camouflaged existences
That each weeping eye adore
It’s plainly very beautiful
Glastonbury at rest
The varied greens of Springtime
So many of us rest
Upon our magical laurels
On top of the Tor
St Michaels Tower
So evident
Who could want for more
Serenity a perfect calm
The Willows wander wild
A softness sets the morning glow
Reflections of the life
On show
Come and wander
In the glade
Waiting for the light to fade
Contemplate expressions true
In what is this splendid view
Open one’s eyes
What do we see
A wooded paradise
Seemingly
Old I be
Yet I can feel
The energy
It’s just so real
Wandering amongst the trees
breathing the air
Feels wonderful
Talk
Why talk about it
It’s all false
And to me
Making laws and breaking them
Is ludicrous
Now see foxes are protected
Earth creatures as we know
Trailing has been failing
Hunting has to go
Hunts are creepy weirdo’s
The saboteurs they know
Unbelievable Architecture
Beautiful columns
And stained glass high
Pitched in heaven&far across
My Dears&ancient sky
Realms of heavenly pews &light
Organs made2play
Choirs their voices hitting notes
Cathedrals of the day
We must keep these splendid buildings
A gate obscures
A perfect straight
Of water from us
How I would rate
This splendid picture
Of beauty where
Crummock Water
It’s all we share
Buttermere Valley
A stretch beyond
To stand and dream
And just be fond
of it all…………..
National trust
Leaves me
Non plussed
land issue
tea rooms and nursery
having to close
Truth is the essential one
Lies are truths that
Can be undone
Sometimes believing a point of view
That rewards the thinker
Who isn’t you
When this is pointed out it may
Feel better in the light of day
Truths may tell do not ignore
Garlic mustard or jack by the hedge
its tiny little flowers
the leaves are kind of
if we crush them, sort of garlic
showers
Lift into our consciousness
Coming from the tall towers
Bats from one Bram Stoker
with subtle and poignant powers.
These Chinese kitten killers
Scumbags yes for sure
Cutting up the offal it’s awful
Fresh and raw
Including little babies still alive in pain
All mixed up with corpses
These people are insane
I hope they bloody choke on bones
Saffron coloured tinged with gold
Where the bees suck
Let me hold
That proclamation of sweetness born
A thorny attempt appears to warn
The would be sampler
At the edge of Dawn
Some time cats when sleeping
Are so relaxed that they
Look as though they have snuffed it
The pigeon thought that way
Wanted to be sure actually
A sort of Moses act
What else could a wild bird do
Than hope that it would react
And did. With A slap in the face 🐈🐦⬛
Piglets think
They have minds to feel
They care they share
They are very real
They foresee the happenings
Being alone
They can smell death
With every groan
They love each other
They really do
And exclaim aloud
To what’s coming true
🐖🐖🐷🐷🐷
Animals think they see they care
They love each other
They are aware
They do fear humans
And they know
They are being tortured
Each day they grow
More upset, confused and saddened
Imagine how they feel
Sleep and dreams
Are shared this day
The mahout and his elephant friend
Whatever we do
However we think
Sleep has to be the way
Our god prepared our rest time
A silence deep and sound
Progressing to the next stage
By sharing the same ground.
They label themselves traditional
Countrymen &they
Believe it right 2hunt the fox
Their wish 2make them pay
Wild foxes born&bred here
Their home within the earth
Wherever their god put them
We should understand their worth
Instead the so called gentry
Riders quaffers,they
A ripple here a ripple there
The sun a ball of fire
Ely looks magnificent
Of Nature can we tire
From this resplendent morning light
Simply put we know
Living in this paradise
And sharing its warm glow
Those purple hills
Those daffodils
Serenity is born
A nice blue sky
I wonder why
We are happy we were born
Near to what is beautiful
Natures doorstep place
Wildness is a bond we share
A man’s best friend
The dog it seems
But notin China where
The southerners love eating them
Drawing down despair
Cruelty and torture
For animals that
Be
Very loyal and mindful
And are murdered sinfully
I know a pair of grafters
And removals is their game
With van they will travel
that’s their claim to fame
Tring Berkhamsted Hemel
they are points of call
But anywhere you see the vans
they are prepared to haul
Woody is a little guy
on the rear bumper, he
hangs on for dear life he does
the observant ones will see
his call sign if you ring in
and James just isn’t there
it’s a recording of his daughter
again you see, he’s aware
of specialising contact
its honestly unique
it’s out of the ordinary
and therefore it does pique
one’s interest and one’s memory
the vans their work it’s all
really rather special Yes he’s the chap to call
they are careful with whatever
mindful in a way
friendly got their heads screwed on
whenever, any day
i have used him several times
lads of course they be
carrying really all sorts
They have ability
on time, service with a smile
in many ways it’s good
genuine and thoughtful
and anything they can
they will
Big dark eyes
See everything you see
A sandwich might
Fill part of your stomach
Every single bite
Might make you all feel happier
But what I see is you
Chomping on my dead mums ribs
It’s unfair what you do
Scoffing my old mother
The Ministry of Defence land
W hat I deem it to be
Is not given over to law breakers
Killing wild foxes, we
The countryside supporters
We realise it’s right
For all land to be safe and sound
And Souls born there be alright
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
