Larry the Cat

Posted on June 23, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Larry the cat
6 ministers
Imagine that poor soul
He should surely
Take the job
His acumen and role
In what’s become
His experience
Their obtuseness
Clearly shows
He is best to take on the job
For his powers of thought
Just grows

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Starmer

Posted on June 23, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Starmer
Posted on June 23, 2026 by Rex Tyler
It’s like a huge weight off my country
To witness the passing of he
A cruel evil man who without a plan
Promised us much and of-course we
Witnessed his cruel nasty dealings
Our nation declined every day
Two years of wither and shrivel
Depression recession decay

A screw loose his policies wanting
Fallible patchy and flawed
Underwhelming and so unimpressive
Mishandle misgovern ignored
Talentless tactless he bored
Mismanaged mishandled unversed
Inflexible just so severe
Imagining he just was cursed

Now he has gone in that moment
Who now will follow his lead
Looking around at the others
Wondering who might succeed
None of them really are gifted
Career politicians that’s all
A bunch of losers that’s if you ask me

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Wasps

Posted on June 22, 2026 by Rex Tyler

I got stung by a wasp
And my heel was bleeding
It seems that the hot weather
Brought them into my living room

And set its sting in me
A taste of utter gloom

It’s very still this evening
Hot and muggy
Not much air about
So seemingly

It is just so uncomfortable
Just sitting
Writing poems
With Darkness coming in
Decidedly

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Poor cow

Posted on June 22, 2026 by Rex Tyler

A lady once a mother
once a special kind of soul
Was raped
then suffered kidnap
An emotional home goal
Dairy farmers warrant
at least a life of Hell
For the agony they cause the cow
She’s lame now I can tell.

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Rosemary

Posted on June 21, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Rosemary,Rosemarin officianalis, We
Find this masculine herb rules by the sun
Peculiarly
An element of fire
Protection love and lust
Mental powers purification
No greater herb to trust
Stems boiled into a fine tea
Good for the brain and anatomy
Eleves attracted
Where ere it’s placed
Beneath one’s pillow
A good nights sleep
Sprigs under the bed
For a good nights sleep
And lasting fortune you shall reap

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Rue

Posted on June 21, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Herb of grace
With curative powers
A lack of will
Rue’s in place
It will protect
Those suffering fear
Consciousness yes it’s clear
The will the soul the muscles too
And It strengthens the ego

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Hedgehogs

Posted on June 18, 2026 by Rex Tyler

When the mammoth trudged
Across the land
All those years before
The hedgehog
Heard his rumbling
Deep inside it’s core
This laborious great pachyderm
A true certainty
Probably as confident as it could ever be

But the hedgehog it’s small stature
And physiology head in good stead
That apparently
An underrated killer of serpents of the ground
Dispatched together with venom
Which never ever found
It’s toxic worth inside the hogs
Each biochemical dram
Saw off the vicious vipers
That received the hedgehog slam

In my alpine garden
Mrs hog appears
She loves my wooded forestry
The leafy glades she clears
Wildness it is opportune
Brambles hollies oaks
Hazels everywhere
I leave her out her water
Clearly she’s aware
Slugs and caterpillars
Beatles and their larvae
These tiny waking laboratories
She just loves to share

All of natures crawlies
Insects are her thing
She’s partial to slow worms
Her wandering doth bring
Nature back to the garden
Each tireless hunting spree
Consists of rabid insect gorging
And not occasionally
Slow worms in the dry stone walls
Frogs and newts here too
Many birds share songs with us
And the mountains view
Half way up a country path
A track of wildness grows
And my home is atop this hill
Where a poet write his prose
A fox comes by in the morning
His crepuscular embrace
The corvidae are evident
All over the place
Hedges wild flowers meadows
Slate and stones paths
Where
The fireweed and the dandelion
Are answers to my prayer

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She awaits the end game

Posted on June 18, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Thinking blinking sinking lower
Mentally emotionally waiting
Made pregnant through the vilest rape
9 months of pregnancy and pain
Three years on the same old story
Lame and pained lying dying
She’ll be shot she knows it’s happening
The gun is lying and she knows it
Dairy just be wary

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Hedge ones bets

Posted on June 18, 2026 by Rex Tyler

She came again this morning
The spiny one was here
A Hog living in hedges
Whose description isn’t clear
It really is perplexing
This insect eating soul
Lots of different stories
About how she can control

Things
rolls up into a little ball
Which then becomes a way
Of avoiding the enemy
Who might be around today
She is nothing like a pig though
Seeking out earth worms
Caterpillars and frogs and snakes
A timid beast whose terms

Are much to do with water
Or carrion perhaps
Hunting on the dewy turf
When it’s shadowy and sort of wraps
A bit more like the taste of roaches
All of this seems grim

They like to camp in rabbit holes
Or In a pile of leaves
Getting plumper by the month
Eating it achieves
A Body for hibernation
And all of this believes
In everywhere it goes
It’s honest to good behaviour
In whatever place it flows
It tends to try
And stick awhile
Escape from the chasing one
With a body supply of winter fat
And a disappearing sun

However severe the Winter
It’s hibernation is profound
Looking rather torpid
Lying on the ground
Along with rotting apples
Impaled lightly on its spines
Architecturally on par
Where we all see the signs

It’s nothing like a pig though
It’s a wild life soul
All sorts of ditties come to mind
A sort of mini troll
Sometimes brought indoors I hear
For some rest, that’s true
A bristling fire of coal and log
And chestnuts and a brew
Along with assorted pine cones, and herbal nosegays
We
Toast crusty bread and pickles
And enjoy some matcha tea.

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Rape gangs

Posted on June 18, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Reading the rape gang
enquiry aloud
Does things to one’s soul
that are just not allowed
Those Pakistan groomers
thought they got away
But Lowes coming for them
all
On
Yes judgement Day
Deport them the lot of them
And their families too
If they had known
What the men folk did do
Deport the whole family
Goodbye all of you

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What it does to a sow to be locked up

Posted on June 17, 2026 by Rex Tyler

They love to root about of course
In The wild forests where
It’s a hogs main dreamscape
In the wind and rain they share
All the smells of the countryside
But locked in farrowing crates
Which is what farmers do to them
These ridiculous of traits

Is cruel and so short sighted
It’s ludicrousness and
Lacks
An honest understanding
Such anguish it attacks
The female who is indisposed for she
Feels mournful about prostration
And what is anxiety

The joy that should be in her life
The freedom of it all
Exalted by the forest vista
Where the wild souls call
Out her name the Tawny Owls
The Roe Deer and the Fox
It truly leads to such remorse
When the farmer locks

The cage and walks away
In one place a solitary she be
Neurotic and a worrier
She obsessively
Reminds herself the freedom
The bluebells and the wild
Feeling disconcerted
Waiting for her child

It’s intolerable behaviour
Without a genuine place
Born clean subjected sadly
Lost without a trace
No dump no straw no cleanliness
Aggravated by
Heat and dirt and negligence
And maggots where you lie

Stuck with ululation
Heaving breasts and sighs
Blubbering and whimpering
At what is your size
Food just thrown right at you
Bathed in salty tears
Farrowing crates are evil
Much more than it appears

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A new friend

Posted on June 17, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Awelfa has a new friend
Mag the pie he be
Comes to sit on my alpine slate
And just chatters constantly
With his iridescent flashes
Of what is green and blue
A black and white tuxedo
And his long tail in full view

Harbingers of good news
Star crossed lovers knew
On the bridge across the Milky Way
Exactly what to do
Peering through these windows
It’s humbling to observe him
With his unassuming view

Magpies are lactose intolerant
Weakening their bones
Never offer meat or mince
Out there on the stones
Sunflower seed hearts possibly
The odd earthworm or two
Spend some time to communicate
That’s the thing to do

They remember faces
Perhaps from years ago
Someone fed them in that place
They just seem to know
Or maybe tall trees they have lived on
Or roof ledges magpie’s do
Retain this useful knowledge
For them it’s good and true

For me a wave of wonderment
You see it in their eyes
Legends in the making
A relevance a wise
Inventiveness apparent
Fanciful and free
Phantoms in the making
A sort of rhapsody

Far sighted and prophetic
A kind of second sight
One of the famous Corvidae
For seeing divine light
They possess a recall
A voice from the past
Haunting and persistent
It’s in their die once cast

Nobody’s fool I will tell you
A thinker one might say
Quick witted and streetwise
Coming here today
Believing from before
Someone else was kind to him
Sat there by my door
Mag the pie a brand new friend
Actually I am sure.

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That critical mass

Posted on June 17, 2026 by Rex Tyler

That critical mass
Is a certainty
An unambiguity
Everyday the voices coming
Fanatics are at work
Zealots, the unshakeable
Warranted each lurk

In unmistakable places
Convinced and now assured
There’s now conclusive evidence
Unguarded every day
Our couldn’t careless attitude
May blow us all away
Unwary and unguarded
Pigeon holed we be
Incurious as hell itself
In our morbidity

Degeneracy of spirit
Contemptability
Unconscientious falsehood
Underhand and sinister
To be healed and untrue
Lawbreaking dishonesty
We shall fall into

A diabolic stress
A hell of our own making
Purgatory no less.

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Boat fishing

Posted on June 16, 2026 by Rex Tyler

A steel hook down your throat
Pulled into a boat
Left inside in the heat
Is some sort of treat
It’s evil and more
Cruel yes for sure
Vile suffocation
It breaks the law
Throwing them back
After hours in the sun
Is terrible cruelty
When all is
said and done

🐠🦈🐟🐬🐳🐋🦀🦞

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A pig over heating farmed just for eating

Posted on June 16, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Born without sweat glands
the farmer knew
But he kept them
in hot sheds
It’s what people do
A pig so uncomfortable
feeling the heat
All he is in this world
is a prime lump of meat

Who cares if he’s hot
and feeling upset
He’s just a spare rib
in everyone’s debt
Some streaky bacon
salty as hell
Full up with nitrites
he isn’t well
He’s just an animal
waiting to die
Crying aloud
as we all pass him by.

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A fox who visited us

Posted on June 16, 2026 by Rex Tyler

On the red carpet
A peaceful repose
Far away from the hunters
The coming to blows
Riders and hounds
Whips at ready to strike
Who will shoot their hounds too
Not something we like

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Our pal in the garden

Posted on June 16, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Quiet days in the garden
Often we may find
We have a small visitor
Who helps us to unwind
Offering an assured ness
Attesting to a way
Of ascertaining spirit
At the back end of the day

A little feathered creature
Brandishing it’s breast
Coloured by the food it eats
Oh yes I do not jest
It pursues its kind of justice
With a melancholic air
And a dose of lateral thinking
In which it tends to share

A certainty of knowledge
A reliability
A song bird voicing beauty
Which it shares now constantly
Authoritative though calming
A tiny little soul
equivalent to a table spoon of water
And it’s role
In the general scheme of things
It wants to console

Us with its fleeting wisdom
It’s heart is beating fast
Every single second
Six beats I hear is cast
Compared to us one beat only
Our friendly Robin, she
Certainly runs at a different speed
Which is her necessity

Warriors in tiny bodies
Defending territorial rights
Unquestionable tenacity
It gets into small fights
With its moral certainty
Everywhere it goes
A watcher in our garden
Into every flower that grows

Loving the leaf litter
For in its dampness lies
A myriad of creatures
Which the Robin doth surprise
The beetles and the spiders
Earth worms too maybe
But also loves the berries
And the soft fruits comfortingly

A songster melancholic
Singing everyday
Early in the morning
And at dusk too
Everyday
Singing through the Winters
Unlike the blackbird who
Resonates with peace and quiet
Which apparently is true

Robins have a sub song
Seemingly they confirm
They are singing for their supper
That extra juicy worm
Thanking the almighty
For providing the fair
They come to watch us gardeners
Who just happen to be there

And warble perhaps to comfort
Watch our every move
They have a very reflective tone
Kind of in the groove
And where they choose
To construct their nests
Is purposeful and weird
In old kettles and cast off boots
Hanging baskets where
They can redesign their cups
Of feathers and soft hair.

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Lambs

Posted on June 15, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Imagine being one of those lambs
Chatting together
Knowing that they
Will be the next
on the merry go round
Their lives will be lost
For this sight they will pay

Babies just babies
Tearfully they
Knowing their lives
Will be passing away
Hearing each others hearts
Missing their beat
Imagining their deaths

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Vulpes vulpes The Fox

Posted on June 15, 2026 by Rex Tyler

There are so many woodlands
Around about
Mysterious places
Without a doubt
Quietly magical
Where phantoms stride
With amber eyes
They quietly hide

They wander with an unhurried ease
Oft live alone
A natural tease
Their eyes are cat like
Their claws retract
They pounce when hunting
Which is a fact
A brush their tail
Soft and full
It’s used for balance
And is warm like wool

At problem solving its very good
It remembers things
That it feels it should
Remembers the faces
Of beings who cared
And who were unkind
And might have shared
An emotional stare
Or being aware
As parents theres harmony
Inside the earth
Each does their thing
Both giving worth

It’s all about smell
And the senses of life
Scent glands collect
Safety and strife
Their field of vision
Remarkably good
Good in low light
And they glow
When in sight

Foxes are omnivores
They are methodical
They eat where they live
What they’ve always eaten
Rabbits and earth
worms
Berries and fungi
Close to humanity
Learning when bins are collected
That parity
They are very versatile
Their thinking is vast
Crepuscular hunting
Their magic they cast

They can jump
Over obstacles and
Run real fast
30 mph
Being chased
It’s a blast
Princes of camouflage
That’s who they be
Clever and patient
Throughout history

Foxes enjoy play
They collect balls and shoes
They love trampolining
Intelligent views
They seem to find joy
Quite like cats and play
In the morning sunshine
As a start to their day
They can swim like dogs do it
Endearing they be
Pairing up they do well
Having a family
Solitary hunters
And mated pairs
Fidelity in foxes
Both sexes shares
Raising the cubs
Good cooperation
Reynard and vixen
And a goodly location

Subjected to cruelty
By huntsman and hunts
Evil depressives
Their countryside stunts
Abusing wild foxes
With packs of starved hounds
Historical implants
Kind of doing the rounds

Unimaginative creeps
Excuse ridden clowns
Land owners, gentry
Ride through our towns
Lack understanding
Cruelty rules
They chase and the Harry
And break all the rules

Impetuosity yes lots of that
A lack of judgement
Is where they are at
Murdering wildlife
Blind sided they
With no leg to stand on
They all drive their way
Over the countryside looking to chase
And kill our Dear Foxes
Which is a disgrace

They never once stopped
To consider the soul
The wild phantom four legged
And it’s real role
In creating a magical forested place
Where peaceful existence
Just slows down the pace
Where wildness is king
Where great groves of trees
And oxygenation improves.

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52 Blue

Posted on June 15, 2026 by Rex Tyler

It’s mental state
It’s inner feelings
Characteristics
From its appealings
Imbued perhaps with love and pain
It comes around again and again

A Distinctive whale
Species unknown
Thought to be lonely
It’s been shown
By its lamentation 52 Herz
Deep set emotion
How it skirts
The various oceans
Such empathy
Possible sentimentality

It’s show of feeling
It’s palpitation
It’s intuitive vigour
Across the ocean
Science believed it’s not alone
That it’s found a friend
Its maudlin moan
Enthused by what has rhapsodised
A vivacious ness
It idolised

Irrepressible a way to go
Excited by the will to know
Sending out its crying soul
Stimulating in its role
Evocative and agitating
Awakening and contemplating
Magical responses apparently
From another whale excitedly

Once the loneliest whale it seems
But now The answer to all its dreams
Arrested by its new found joy
Of exaltation they both employ
Once a waking nightmare, now
A passionate love fest both do vow
Sharing dark waters expansively
But off the radar actually.

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Disrespecting animals to such an extent

Posted on June 15, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Look at the state of them
Negligence, stinking
Covered in excrement
Are farmers thinking
This modus operandi
For what will be food
The cruelty aspect
Is terribly crude

No soul can imagine
The evil we see
The total abhorrence
How can it be
Filthy and stinking
And nobody thinking

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The cowards of Yulin

Posted on June 15, 2026 by Rex Tyler

YULIN
total sin
Dog meat
fill the heat
Someone’s pet
A lifetime debt
YULIN
hear the din
Of raucous barking
screaming yelping 🐕‍🦺🦮🐩🐕🦮
Your vicious torture
isn’t helping

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Courage in the face of adversity

Posted on June 14, 2026 by Rex Tyler

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Courage he has got it
He stands up for the girls
He stands up for the women
Against the rabid hurls
Coming every which way
The streets we know now are
Dangerous
Very dangerousIn conclusion he’s a star

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A song thrush on my front gate

Posted on June 14, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Standing in the kitchen
Cooking some brown rice
Added a tin of organic garden peas
It’s looking nice
Noticed on my front gate
A song thrush olive brown
Sitting in the sunshine
It’s back toward the town

A rather rotund specimen
Under a pink rose tree
Looking quite resplendent
Looking right up at me
A nice blue sky above us
The mountains in full bloom
A warmish wind a blowing
On this Sunday afternoon

I don’t think she saw me
But you can never tell
Lots of blossoms everywhere
The garden feeling well
Lots of different flowering forms
But then she flew away
actually it is
A really lovely gentle day

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Antirrhinum {linaria Vulgaris}

Posted on June 14, 2026 by Rex Tyler

A wild flower in my garden
Seems to like to grow
On pebbles on the hillsides
But also as we know
Is grown in town gardens
Know as the Snap Dragon
On disturbed ground
Makes a show
A herbaceous perennial
A Churnstaff too it’s called
Linaria Vulgaris
A plant most children know
a plant ruled by Mars
Masculine it be
Used against hex breaking
An amulet we see
Keeping evil from the wearer
Apparently it’s so
Also used to break a hex
If one didn’t know
A tea made of it sees off jaundice
And the weakness of
The Sphinkter muscle
Wherever it doth grow.

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Rape gangs

Posted on June 14, 2026 by Rex Tyler

It has to shake us
For gods sake we
Know many were failed
Ingloriously
Young white girls
We’re tortured and thrown
To the actual wolves
Many were blown
Away by the evil
The ugliness they
Took advantage
And up to now got away

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Lucy the elephant

Posted on June 14, 2026 by Rex Tyler

We know it makes sense
Captivity’s tense
Alone is unsocially lost
Elephants matter
With no one to chatter
As one gets older the cost
Increases out of all proportion
Let’s go to her aid
Don’t let memories fade

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Halal

Posted on June 14, 2026 by Rex Tyler

He hones his blade
And ties my legs together
Brandishing smirking
That’s his thing
I don’t want to die here
I can sense and feel fear
Halal for him apparently is king

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Camels

Posted on June 13, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Camels are sensitive
Camels they know
They live with extremes
More so as they grow
Herded to a death camp
Blood stench and pain
The cries of victims
Drives them insane.🐫🐪🐫🐪🐫🐪

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Frankenstein meat

Posted on June 13, 2026 by Rex Tyler

Frankenstein meat
is coming
Bill gates
A lot of their money
is opening gates
Abusing stem cells
it’s coming
mark you
Cell growth in bioreactors
will do
The godly thing
For cruelty rules
Cruelty and torture
paid for by fools

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