Sat atop the hill
Overlooking Dolgellau town
the trees are getter whacked about
they could just come down
smack into my white house
whining every night
all sorts torn a’sunder
from Winters honest bite
Sitting in my living room
close to the event
hazels oaks and the odd Birch
seemingly content
strumming with their branches
mountain music where
gusts could rip my chimney off
and that wouldn’t be fair
would it
only moved here in July.
A female doesn’t lay her eggs
Imagining her creative strain
Is stolen and eaten by her captors
Hens say where’s the gain
Best not lay creation
To be eaten by those who
run around with vegan love
Both spirited and true
True to who pray tell me
The egg trade slay the arse
Off of really trillions
Of their brethren
Covered in dung
These females among
The worst of the souls that we see
They like to feel clean
Not like some machine
So disrespected they be
Supplying your milk
Your steaks and your leather
Given the look
You can think whether
You care to say you love cows
As women you
would realise
Now just how misunderstood
The poor girls we see here
Eschew
It be a wishbone
The chicken breast
With the most evil times
Of course I detest
The inevitable paradigm
Played out today
A chicken is passing
And you lot think it’s okay
A meeting of minds
a glorious thought
up against giants
a true drink was sought
flavoured with herbs
and true expertise
and love and attention
and the truest ease
science, a notional addition
i hear
lovely ingredients
and time honoured cheer
forget those rich dragons
what do they know
quality rings out
It’s music I know
taking on corporates
its not their way
they use the best
you can taste it
today
buy a case
chill it
drink it and see
an ale that won’t fail
For it significantly
passes the taste test
its quality high
impossibrew
is the reason why
i can drink and still drive
its alcohol free
social-blends matter
considerably.
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Look at his buttons
And his coat of green
A heartless oaf
We know where he’s been
Invading a wild place
Torturing he
A hunter a punter
A true devotee
To killing. Our precious wild life
Her eyes were poking out of her head
Very soon she would be dead
Line her up to the water tap
And deny her water that’s the crap
The meat trade offer
Imagine that
Does anybody smell a rat?
Kudzu to them
A frightful soul
Who will climb all over
And take control
These stuck up people
Looking down
On we who love nature
Around the town
The Chinese their country ancient as hell
Their language classic and clear
Disrespecting sweet animals flourishing now
Letting the side down on fear
Respect for other races animals who
Live by our side as many do
Disrespected and tortured and thrown out on line
Is criminal behaviour so far from fine
China be sick from the torment you cause
Ancestral Gods see you and need you to pause
And think what you are doing
Bringing them down all around the world
I be Zakoor the bard I be
and Crowman kind of comes
to see
clad in his cloak
i call him “Noir”
apparently, he acts the star
in my opera on a hill
where mountain spirits
embolden still
a crazy world below the sky
where lots of different winged Gods fly
Dolgellau ancient town of old
where suddenly tornadoes rolled
Their jet engines split the sky
the poet tells them
which is why
“Noir” comes by, his ebony
cloak and eyes appeal to me
Leaping weeping a deepening gloom
Except their death won’t find a tomb
Packed in ice off to some place
To be cooked and served
It’s a disgrace
So many buddies we lost today
To the greedy nets
Now on display
Breathing it’s a criminal act
When born a fish how they react
Drag us screaming out of the blue
And cook us on a plate for YOU
Look out of the window
what do you see
glistening bushes
diadems be
a stillness in time
timeless and still
the bluest of skies
and the Moelwins that spill
their magnitude skywards
Dolgellau the town
in spirited light force
this poet is drowned
A White House of comfort
Awelfa by name
who sits on a hill
for that is it’s claim.
Imagine for a moment
The bull you think he doesn’t know
Your polishing up his living horns
It’s def not just for show
The ring is in his nostrils
Hurting every day
And they are using polish
To wipe the guilt away
Every tug is hurting
He is swallowing the blood
But does this cow hand realise
Caught up in his own buzz
So many of these corporate vampires all they know about
Is juggling with their margins
Screwed at every stage
Nutrition ha what do they care
Professionally their fights
Are with money masters
The supermarket chains
Best buy fresh and freeze yourself
And profit from those gains
Both male and female Robins sing
red breasted clarions
ecliptic ring
Cryptochrome
a magnetic field
an orange sigh perchance they yield
with solitary stature
ever tested
male is female brood on show
in female birds that’s if you know
ears apparently the worms below
Much more able than most of us know.
I am so on my own
In my cool mountain nest
Overlooking the moelwyns
Pitching with zest
Whose skirt of dark crimson
And great mists of grey
Look out down the valley
Below them today
History taught us
An emerald cloak
Resisting beyond all else
A wispy soak
The cry of the windswept
The gulls honoured scream
Boundless extending
More so than would seem
Histories trajectory
Solemnly sighs
The rooftops hang fire
Where mist covered skies
Evolve in their blissful and awkward acclaim
It’s the spirits of yesteryear
That knowingly name.
Ever walked into a forest
of the giant redwood trees
stood and cranked one’s neck to stare
upwards high into the air
180 feet it goes
Into clouds utter shrouds
1000 years it’s fought it’s way
out of the earth
yes all that way
The Pacific Lunber Company
decided they would log
all these years of history
Luna would
join the bog
that was until Young Julia
with guts and courage who decided she
would climb the tree 180;feet
and sit
Sitting there she’d be
imagine it the guts it took
The courage and the pain
180 feet into the clouds
she took the strain
the winds the rain the isolation
two bloody years she stayed
threatened by this corporate crowd
most would have gone insane
the courage and commitment
all her natural reserves
She fought off storms apparent
despite her weakening nerves
she sat it out remarkably
despite
the Lumber crowd
very little shelter
resolute and proud
she had no running water
no bathroom, stuck on high
up there where even the birds
preferred not to fly
despite the remonstration of loggers
down below
she fought off their resentment
and won the case you know
luna the tree was saved by her
a lassie built on grit
90mph winds on a platform
she did sit
we never can forget her
She the
the bravest stare
all that time she sat it out
up there in the air.
It came upon a Winters Day
perhaps from whom it came
who knows
the River Cherwell flowing by
and on the banks
those seeing
Cry
maybe it’s a corporate sin
fly tipping
its the biggest bin
of shit plastic industrial
sighting the contempt of it
and scum
curling lips and snarling breath
the despicable the meanest
an imminent death.
with the quietest hum
A murder in the vicinity
A lot of caring birds
Looking at the evidence
It’s the humans lost for words
Man Risks life to help deer youtube.com/shorts/yYTZK3H… via @YouTube
Courage clearly seen here
A deer tied up in knots
A man with guts apparent
Brave this man has lots
He cares not with a bloody gun
His own life in the mix
Quietly saves the wild Deer
Great some people have no idea
What great means
Three dead bears
They were living earlier
Probably said their prayers
Until this bunch of rough necks
Armed with shot came by
Very little tween their ears
And three bears had to die
Did they care about their families
Their environment no way
Three arse oles known as hunters
Burst on the scene some say
I magine killing elephants
Beautiful handsome souls
Gunning them down to use their skin
To make our bags
The goals
we score in a rich tapestry
Of wildness to the fore
Murdering young Tuskers
All that blood and gore
Hermes bags dripping with blood
Which the management ignore
who’d shop at their store
not me for certain !!
Love is the richest quality
Anyone can feel
Light headed floating in the clouds
It has such sweet appeal
Bubbling in one’s bloodstream
Reaching to the brain
Love is like a tidal wave
With everything to gain
Heads tied together imagine the
pain
Emotionally speaking Sheep
Their disdain for their keepers
The farmers
The rotten embalmers
Heartless soulless
Miserable rotters
Let’s knock their heads together
Help them see sense
These mountains have so much to offer to those
Who wander the paths inspiration just throws
Souls into believing the age old scene
We share as we wander to hillocks as green
Its so mesmerising the freedom one feels
The special awareness that truly reveals
Ancestral glimpses magical sights
Being up there observing
The myriad heights
Deep lakes and valleys
Peter Green – Albatros youtu.be/3oSlZMe2WIo?si… via @YouTube
Here was a genius
Musically
Great compositions
And consistently
Brought conceptual sounds
Into welcoming ears
A masterful stroke
I can never strut my stuff up there
but from my home I see
a massive mountainous gifted soul
that for an eternity
has been there beaming outwards
a mighty beast of rock
festooned with paths and waterfalls
and black bogs sets to knock
The stuffing out of climbers
A crack of the whip
The scream of a man
They can sense danger
Just cos they can
Evil and violence
It’s what’s they get
Beaten and tortured
In humanities debt
Imagine being a mother
As knackered as could be
Lots of piglets at you
Gulping hungrily
Laying in a shitty sty
Aching like the hell
Shitting where you are laying
Indeed an awful smell
The farmer is a violent sod
He kicks you when he can
You are covered in bruises
This is how life began
Horror from the first moment
Every flipping day
And when the farmer chooses
To kill you it’s the
way
A bullet in your fanny
It’s just too much to pay
Just so you lot can eat bacon
With chips and sauce
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
