A soft bed in heaven
Of damask and lace
a beautiful genre
a voice of pure grace
we hear she has left us
her country highway
was beautifully crafted
and many will say
a generous spirit
and angelic tone
Dolly was special
of the many we’ve known
tonight I am sad
she has passed
but feel sure
she will be remembered
For evermore
Wildness runs rampant in my alpine gardens
Butterflies and birds visit regularly
The odd fox, the squirrel and the ancient Guinea pig
Laps the water purposefully
Marigolds toadflax and plantains
Distinguish themselves broad leaf and narrow
Staring backwards at an ancient wood
With no public footpath
Oak Holly Beech and Hazel
Apple Masses of Blackberries
and Ivy
British free range
Yes by name
The poor chickens
All the same
Just as cruel
No mater what
Making money
Fills the pot
With fibs and upset
Our feathered friends
We know where the joyfulness ends
Arses keep tapping driving us bonkers
We’ve been here years
And Nobody cares
It’s been unreasonable
Frighteningly obvious
Just so much torture
Nothing compares
To the wild and to memories
To be born an animal
Any animal
Guarantees you will
Be tortured murdered beaten starved
Every reason to kill
Strip you of your leather
Your horn your blood your heart
From tiny through to massive
Humanity will impart
Every fearsome agony
Upon you night and day
Imprison you in some dark zoo
And butcher you
An elephant full grown
A mamba has bitten through
The toxicity of its poison
And what it’s seen to do
Way lay this huge animal
Send it on its way
And man can save with medicine
Or anyway delay
The inevitable
M The want of her waste
Deposited she
Sits on the beach
Shatting she be
A stench of a wench
A vile travesty
For children to walk on
How can this be
Allowed to be happening
s migrant who be
closest me thinks
To the beautiful sea.
Oh yes that they do
In a forest glade
Clean living creatures
On them is laid
Words like dirty
When they are clean
They eat at their table
They view as
Obscene
to eat where they dump
Like some humans do
Pigs are resplendent
In glory, anew
🐖🐖
Imagine the agony choking on sweat
A bone in her jaw
A karmic debt
From a murdered deer
A bone good and stuck
The carnivore dying
She’d run out of luck
A vet in the vicinity
Took it upon
Herself to remove it
The bone was soon gone
And breathing was once again
It’s reward
It’s all about freshness
A living being
A heart that is beating
Eyes that are seeing
Humanities evil
Violence and pain
Vastly destructive
Again and again
Imagine the frustration
Sharing what air
Is locked in a coffin
Of total despair
Absolutely
Words of blood
Innocence
The new age flood
Of angelic proportions
Everywhere
Streets of evil
And darkened despair
Iniquity the flood gates
We
Can smell the blood
And the infamy
Cheaper and cheaper
A toxic stew
Thrown into cesspools
They are feeding you
The vampire fishes
Evil beyond
Anything human
An iniquitous pond
Of chemical powders
Genetically cut
With all sorts of rubbish
Vast toxic death cults
Spread across miles
Of awful dead soup masses
Many denials
Cannibal aquatics
Dying a death
Sold off to the ignorant
Fighting for breath
Socially active
Wild families who
Work with each other
Doing what they do
The wildest of families
Howling is how
Communication of course
Is true power
That’s just it
Screaming is what they
Do alas each given day
A violent hook to a hungry trout
Is the deathly struggle
What is about
Fishing killing torture too
Even children know that’s true 🐠🐟🐬🐳🐋🦈
Animals really are our friends
Their ability it defends
A validation that just tends
Conviction and persuasion
Unmistakenly
Animals it’s undisputed
Are our constancy 🐓🦢🦃🐇🐈⬛🦮🐐🦌🐏🐖🐎🦘🐃🐂🦒🐪🦏🦘🦓🦍🦧🦣🐘🐆🐅🐊🦭🦓🐠🐟🐬🐳🐋🐡🦀🦞🦐🪼🐙🦕🦋🐞🐝
Robert James Luther
is about to spend
20 long years
no one could defend
this vicious nasty
two cats he shot
cut off their heads
his dastardly plot
to mail them to neighbours
a sick routine
an obnoxious monster
a nasty obscene
vile individual
preparing to be
locked up one hope
and let’s bur the key
in the ocean. 🐈⬛🐈🐈⬛
A glass and a half in every bar
Not much chocolate but then we are
Lied to regularly
Dairies do
Take mothers milk
Yea it’s true
The poor calf dies
The mother too
It’s fearful what
We actually do
And is tortured and made to stress
Weakened in a way
Of adding glyphosate to feed
And weakening each day
The actual glycine levels
This ugly evil it
Threatens all and sundry
Inconsiderate tourists
That’s what many are
Such callousness
Really it’s far
Deeper than they think
Such severity
Riding on camels
Is acerbity
Cold blooded and heartless
That’s what I know
Don’t ride on animals
Wherever you go ♎️🐪🐫
The Scant respect of tax payers
such indignity will be
a slap in the face for sure
such a controversy
moving hordes of young men
into a village scene
Amongst women and children
it’s contemptible and mean
it lacks all understanding
It smacks of the big machine
ignorance and arrogance
contempt scorn and disdain
the people they have every right
to rebel for it is insane
its dangerous and it’s risky
children and women should
Be given due protection
The invasion really could
be halted turning them around
And that’s for our nations good.
fir sure
The western end of the black country
Stourbridge that’s the place
has taken quite a battering
fire came at a pace
all these idiot barbecues
where land is fiercely dry
Sparks are clearly obvious
and pets so many die
houses burned a lot of people
living there took heed
some lost almost everything
for arrogance does lead
others to lose everything
the heatwave took its toll
families lost their everything
Karmic debt
Clearly the farm
But for consumers too
There is lots of harm
Stealth for wealth
The dairy shout
Females face the hourly rout
We see
Yet we do not feel
Apparently
Our mind
Is not focused on freedom
On how we have opined
Perhaps the very secret
Of being just an ape
Fish out of water
What is it they do
They struggle to breathe
A bit like me or you
Pulled out of the ocean
Waving farewell
To our lovers perchance
Just to enter the Hell
Of the captor
Imagine
Waving goodbye
With one’s bodily fluids
It’s easy to blame
The Far Eastern crimes
But what of our own
How should we disown
The horrid dismay
The killings each day
Of baby lambs baby pigs
Baby cows they
Innocent beings
We know that
Whom play
Quietly together
Dead flesh eating employs monsters
A trade of awful pain
Carried out by licensed creeps
Who ceremoniously drain
The life force from the angels
Who watch days after day
Their Angel wings dismantled
in a vile and distant way.
Rare trophy hunters
Trace and test the time we surely need
To seek out and identify
Within them so much greed
Animals suffer pain as we do
The bullet or the bow
For The animals strategically
Are always in the know
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
