Ensnared with violence

Posted on February 22, 2025 by Rex Tyler

This vile bitch

tested all our patience and verve
She ensnared a brute

of a dying wolf
She wilfully murdered

with the darkest nerve
Left this super fine soul bleeding and screaming
In an adversarial flight of infamy

Posted in Abandonment, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, Blindsided, Criminality, Desecration, Duty of care was never there, Emotional Poems, Heartfelt, Humanity is a shithouse, The skin trade, Torture, traps and snares, Wolves, womens issues | Leave a comment

Zara A warm enticement

Posted on February 21, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Lower Kings Road

Berkhamsted

was where

a magical olive tree

Festooned with fair

starlit fandangoes

beautifully
transcending

the softness

a sweet energy

an Italian charmed  eating house

a true attractant

of beautiful people

a soft light of day

food for the offing

a wondrous embrace

of service and caring

hangs over this place

 

Alex we met him

a gentle man whose

sweet disposition

so many clues

happily, thoughtfully

served us today

Fine tasty food

a whole real display

A courteous  sanctuary

affably spent

honest to goodness

we were so glad we went

 

i climbed the stairs

with some difficulty

But the magic they offer

we had to agree

 

was absolutely out of this world

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Behold it was she

Posted on February 21, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Gently she came to my cheek

Yes Where she

clung to my lip

paying lip service,  we

Two kindly spirits

Dear Sisters

who

settled there  wanting to share

Sisters do

A lasting  kiss

such devotion

so sweet

to last forever

Soft yet discreet

there for a moment

then she flew away

she  just departed

In a sudden ray

Of flickering light force

Such dear  elegance

A sweet ballet fly
a true, romance

Other than why

out of spirit she cometh

to sit  and to sigh

a heavenly gesture

a magical spell

my sister who passed

Now you hear tell

behold it was her

in that moment she came

from her heavenly roost

Like a flickering flame

forcing,   a tear

a Crystal so clear

Behold  it was her

it was her

🦋

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Conibear traps. Man made contraptions of torture

Posted on February 20, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Conibear traps man made you see
No vegan skills here
Completely
Unskilled torture
Trapping stinks
Trapping screams out
No one thinks
Angels murdered
One by one
Imagine their fear

Posted in A not my king story, traps and snares | Leave a comment

No mother should ever die this way

Posted on February 20, 2025 by Rex Tyler

That’s a female soul
A mother who
Was raped and raped who gave birth
My view
About dairy farmers
Oft under stated
She faced kidnap
It was unabated
And met her death
As you can see
In an ultimate agony

Posted in Calves and Cows and Bulls, Child exploitation, children and their plight in a adult world, Corporate manslaughter, relationships and breakdown, Retards of the first order, slaughterhouses and operatives, Torture | Leave a comment

Tomato Purée

Posted on February 19, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Italian Tomato Purees

a lot not grown where we

imagine yea in China

not in Italy
Asda , Tesco’s Morrisons

even Waitrose They

are using Uyghur Region tomatoes

wheres the transparency

cbina grows huge quantities

forced Labour therefore, we

indulge in it u knowingly

But  it’s a reality

cans too containing BPA
its bloody everywhere.even in

so called organic tins
the cheaper brands they say

even BPA free coatings

other chemicals there

not essentially healthy

glass jars  I guess  are aware

a little more expensive

but worthy ai will say

better for our long term health

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Traditional Chinese Medicine

Posted on February 19, 2025 by Rex Tyler

In Myanmar  the border town

of Mong La

It is  where

all sorts of bad things happen

elephant skins sold there

for Eczema Acne and digestive problems

 

elephants are being killed

its done with poisoned arrows

a really tragic trade  blood spilled

powdered with pangolin scales to make

medicine  and we

are seeing calves and female being massacred

tragically

 

a by product  are bracelets

from elephant skin they sell

The perpetrators surely

will end up in true hell.

 

 

there are laws but In Mong La

anything goes

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted in Elephants, Humanity is a shithouse, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts), Myanmar. Near the Golden Rock | Leave a comment

A fox study

Posted on February 18, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Is he reading the book
In his little brick nook
Or gazing at pictures
That remind him of Rook
From The corvidae tribe
Who help him imbibe
The scent of the Deer
Who feed around here

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Glastonbury

Posted on February 17, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Dancing light through a wooden gate
Looking upwards 2the Tor
A plum & Damson colouration
So hard 2ignore
Imagine where 1 cannot see
In the deep caves of the Fey
Where manifestations& revelations
Are thoughtfully at play
Where magical springs &fountains
Excite this time of day

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Rupert Lowe

Posted on February 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

He speaks with his heart
He speaks with his soul
A man of our time
His true caring role
To love and to listen
To inwardly care
To come here and love us
And be aware
Speak English, cooperate
Integrate please
Come here legally
And remain true

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Glastonbury

Posted on February 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

An Arthurian wistful watercolour
An emanation of softness still
The Tor it’s glowing terraces
It’s red and white springs
Assuredly spill
From Crystal grottos
The Fey laboriously
Work their magic
At their will

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Glastonbury

Posted on February 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Avalon uplifted by the wondrous sky above
Purple pink and myriad washes
The place that we all love
Glastonbury’s magic
With our own eyes we see
A sunrise like no other
In all of History

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The pull was just too much

Posted on February 15, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Exhausted and forced into
Carrying humans
Just having eaten
And heavier still
A horse is of course
A creature with feelings
Crippled and broken
Against its true will

Posted in A not my king story, Boredom, Breathing and pollution, Desecration, Horses, Humanity is a shithouse | Leave a comment

Gas Fracking In The Land Of OZ

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Traditional owners

Look after the countryside

protect the waterways

and gods red earth
the air that we all breatheThe wonderful animals

out there in Nature

each part of God’s Earth

 

to you city dwellers with massive TV’s

Computers and routers and brand new EV’s
gardens of bushes and flowers and  tall trees

turn on the gas  just as you please

 

but out in  the outback

the traditional soulsLive hard with Nature

each have their roles

in loving the wild life the places where they

live and they work and they certainly play

 

traditional people Aboriginie’s who

love this here country

that’s what they do:

 

they know first hand what these fracking wells do

destroy the wild countryside
destroy the view

filth gets into creeks and rivers and they

suffer so much at the end of each day

close to the earth

to the trees and the creeks
GET UP is with  them
the troughs and the peaks

shared with collective heartfelt desires

they walkEd into Canberra

the lasses with ties

to the wild places yonder

appreciate do

the bloody great energy empires

a clue

not much of one really,,,,, only money

thats all

and Tamboran Resources

want to over rule

the wlldness of Nature

where godly gifts be

so much true wisdom

Now belatedly

To Tanya Plibersek

our honourable plea

save traditional lands

stop this fracking  or we

will suffer it’s tougher than city folk know

when pollution and earthquakes

destroy the natural flow

 

come traditional families

your hearts and your minds

and the power of  your energy

see all the signs

in gods earth in the sky in the winds and the air

we all have to stop them

and breathe the fresh air.

Continue reading →

Posted in A tearful Rose, Abandonment, Aboriginies, activism, Activism in art, Australia and the epic journeys, Dingoes, energy(developing new ideas), Fracking and its consequences, Kangaroos | Leave a comment

Uncontacted Tribes

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Busted: 5 myths about uncontacted tribes youtu.be/5EtFQNXMc1c?si… via @YouTube
Let’s not be selfish
Realise we
Can make a difference
4the people that be
Out in the wilderness
The forests away
Un contacted people’s
Need2have their say
Oil, logging, nickel
Respect them I say

Posted in Abandonment, Aboriginies, Animal Rights, birds and the environment, Bow hunting, Breathing in colour, Bushmeat, Death and Dying, Emotional Poems, Environmental Poems, Explorers and Visionaries, forest Monkeys, Forests and wild places, Freedom and what's happening to it, Indigenous People, Lack of understanding, Lobsters crabs other sea creatures not specially listened, Midfulness, political pygmies, The Arts and Culture, Venerable and respected, Water buffalo farmed for milk flesh hides and horn | Leave a comment

FIFA’s 2030 Football in Morocco

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

I can’t bear the grief
3 million to die
Street dogs apparently
Many will sigh
FIFI 2030 the Football scene
Innocent deaths
It’s so obscene
Tossed into cages
Starving each day
Some will be shot
And left to decay

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Glastonbury

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

It’s Valentines day
Love and Amour
The great emanation
At the green Tor
St Michael’s Tower
A glorious sky
A great restoration
affirming on high
A meaningful longing
A wish to aspire
A favour to savour
much to admire.

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Fish suffer so

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Of course they feel pain
Plain and simple
Pulled up from the depths
To where they
Suffocate one with  the others
In refrigeration they pay
Whilst living their heads chopped
And broken
Torn from the sea come what May

 

Posted in A tale of the sea, Abandonment, Fish farming and itsbimplications, Fishing angling course fishing | Leave a comment

Kilis Turkey canines being left to die after torture

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Kilis a place in Turkey
Where modern day canines
Must die
Solely and in ugly circumstance
The world and his master asks why
Evil intent dark and gruesome
Pups with their dying mama’s
Such violent torture forthcoming
Honestly under the stars

Posted in A not my king story, activism, Animal Rights, Appeal, ARROGANCE AND DIEOFFS, Dogs, Drowning our sorrows, Duty of care was never there, Eating living beings, Retards of the first order, Torture | Leave a comment

The snow moon’s influence

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Thoughtless vile individuals
Out to kill for the sake of killing
Clearly immobile in the presence of the angels
Where there is engagement
They are unwilling
They pull back their bow
And feel the flow
Of energy stilling the life force
And it’s so chilling💦💧❄️✨💫🌕

Posted in Abandonment, Angels, Animal Rights, Carers, Compassion, Criminality, Death and Dying, Disrespect of female animals, Duty of care was never there, Emotional Poems, Feelings, Love and respect, Love poems, Loyalty, Moon, Moons, Secrets within us, Sharing death, shooting, Sisterly love against all the odds, Snow, Soul sister, Sunshine and wintry Splendour, The fae, The muse, The Sabbats and the old craft, Thoughts/rambles/dreams/whatever, Torture, traps and snares, Unrequited Love, Venerable and respected, Where friends live, Wildness is our friend, Winter, womens issues, Writing and word smithery | Leave a comment

A piglet ready for the oven

Posted on February 13, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A millennia of miracles
Dead to the world it be
A tiny little baby
Murdered helplessly
Waiting to be spiced and sliced
And roasted in a pan
Chewed up by insensitive’s

Posted in A not my king story, animals used for food, Baby talk, Emotional Poems, Piglets suckling | Leave a comment

Animals feel more than we think

Posted on February 13, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Wonderfully thoughtfully  animals feel
Humans these days sadly reveal
An insensitivity sadly it’s true
So y is it remarkable what animals do
If found to be injured trapped let us say& saved by a human of course it may sway
Their thought patterns seriously
Which happened here

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Carers up against everyone

Posted on February 13, 2025 by Rex Tyler

She doesn’t have children, so I am her child.#judge #court #case #shorts… youtube.com/shorts/F-JqMWI… via @YouTube

Carers are under nourished
By the state one has to say
They work all hours to feed their child
Or their parents come what May
They give with heartfelt tokens
Struggle and strife they do
Few care about their existence
I have to say it’s true

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Piglet

Posted on February 13, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A baby soft and cuddly
Seems delicious to some
Must be the unfeeling one
Those words leave me numb
Such beauty to reflect upon
A triumphant little soul
Born to bring me amazing feelings
In a starring role 🐷

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My Llama friends in the Andes in Ecuador

Posted on February 12, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Spending time in Ecuador
I have stayed
With Llama’s
in the Andes every day
Eating what the Llama’s eat
And I really loved the way
They befriended me

Posted in Duty of care was always there, Ecuador, Vegan Lifestyle, veganism and me, Where friends live | Leave a comment

Shooters of beautiful innocent birds

Posted on February 12, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Guns/yes the shooters,  people who feel

the need to kill wildlife

then try to conceal

their evil

in stink pits

those pheasants we see

stalking the highwaysThe males honestly

Yes handsome males

colourful they

imported from France

to be shot

it’s a way,

of raising the ego

of

For people who shoot

these wonderful birds

and waste loads of loot

doing it to

even the hen

a none too beautiful bird

my ask when

 

will these numbskulls believe

that shooting wild birds

leaves even the bards

lost in the countryside

yes lost for words

 

shooters ought to use tungsten

But it’s lead that they use

the countryside littered

with all they abuse

wounded and dying birds

or wasted shot

causing massive pollution

to those birds that rot

the shot looks like seed

means other souls may

think that it’s seed

eating it right away

 

 

,lead is a poison it kills

slowly, they

these so called guns

need a hiding I say.

Partridges,Pheasant, Grouse Ducks and Geese

Swans even belonging  To the King

find No peace

after eating the lead shot

and knowing that they

will also fall sick.

at the end of the DAY.

 

 

 

Posted in A burial, A not my king story, Animal Rights, birds and the environment, shooting, wild birds | Leave a comment

Born today died today

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

He cries for his mother
A solitary mite
He misses her warm body
And each love bite
She gave him this morning
Before being whisked
Away
To the veal house
Blood everywhere
Screams in the background
And awful despair 🐃

Posted in Agriculture, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Dairy farmers criminals, Death and Dying, Disrespect of female animals, Duty of care was never there, Emotional Poems, Food Processing, Infanticide, Lack of understanding, slaughterhouses and operatives | Leave a comment

The Huntsmen

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

They exist of course as arrogant scum
Caring for nothing
In a way numb
From the waist up
Wild animals rights, matter not
Chased by their dogs
And killed on the spot
That’s who they are
They just don’t care
Something to kill
Just so unaware.

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Killing birds and retaining their heads as trophies

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

I have to condemn
The killing of birds
Shooting and maiming
Leaves me lost for words
Retaining the heads
As memories vile
They fail to recant
Unashamed it’s their style
Mannerless oafs

Posted in Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, birds and the environment, Red Kite, shooting, wild birds | Leave a comment

Whose chicken?

Posted on February 10, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Chicken little
Chicken great
Too fat to fly
We just berate
The feathers fantasy anyway
A parsons nose
Yes come what may
Thrown about
A pecking breed
Kept in sheds
Oh yes indeed
Crowing loudly possibly
It’s not how chickens want to Be🐓

Posted in A country tale, Chickens, Cock fighting, Farming | Leave a comment