An overture of covered cloud
a sky blue stone faced wondrous shroud
emits an energy second to
Which No other of Natures builders do
create historically
myriad ways
creamy white each audible phase
Cambrian ranges idolise
the imaginative Welsh,
Surely more wise
Oft I stand an outwardly share
Thoughts profoundly as I stand there
Imagining somehow that I be
Surveying lands that crucially
Do belong to the Yorkshire folk
Breathing deeply for I awoke
It’s really real it’s is no dream
Ah yes the moon
The galactic soul
Vies with the tower
And does extol
A creative expansion
A historic pose
Glastonbury rocks
Where anything goes
AWELFA stands peacefully
meant to be here
stalwart and in tune
observing the clear
purposeful landscape
The mountains
The green,
solitude creating
the Welsh mountain scene
Lots of friendly birds
Flutter and fly
enjoying the peacefulness
and the blue sky
the cover of bushes
and floral acclaim
and a beautiful house
with a welcoming name
inside a haven of love
representing
a graceful attire Every nook is consenting
to us, yes newcomers
Who share fortune and
pursue the remarkable
it was all plannedWith the cool mountain air
collectively they
bring wisdom and soulfulness
more so each day
the house like a fortress
a castle of dreams
light shimmering positively
fabrics remain
a bountiful home
is what we gain
it was clean it was bright
it was dripping with the care
its structure immense
we just felt aware
of your dedication
your spirited way
and all that you left behind
in your generous way
Awelfa now ours
to love it as new
to maintain its gloriousness
fashioned by you
moulded and caressed
in your spirit and flow
thirty long years
how your embers would grow
and we now share the rare
warmth creating a show
a theatre of players
with well rehearsed lines
a wonderful dialogue
that clearly enshrines
in our marrow our heart strings
our soul urges We
thank you Theresa
Saturday evening
the end of a day
where the sky was azure
blue an exceptional play
on colours
the mountains
just all kinds of green
rock faces reddening
just to have been
absorbing it all
all those pigments supreme
Bushes and forested swathes
its a dream
that came to fruition
a stillness though here
absolute silence
and wondrously clear
Goodbye to an angel
4 hours to go
a real super smile
Duck marching bands
All done
without hands
Waddling musically
To a strong beat
Quacking like crazy
Maybe down your street
These amazing individuals
father and sons
who work and they
help so many with unruly gardens
to clear these spaces everyday
Its done as a service
to individuals
Amazing works from diligent souls
and done for free so appreciative really
the Blessing Boys yes now we see
what they do with untidy backyards
Giving some love and care back, they
assist the trees with better growing
lop the grass raking hoeing
this is love in its truest form
to work and play whatever storm
comes their way they brighten fast
Gardens and plots their magic cast.
in a world
that where there are so many rip offs
these garden angels show their worth
really they are such wonderful workers
honest to goodness for Gods earth.
Red tops orange aprons
Blue hats no heart
Killing killing
Frightened friends
Tortured broken
Their life ends
Terribly violently
Innocent beings
Paid assassins
Seemingly
Wasted in their
Many millions.
Which all of the consumers
Refuse to see
Tower hill is a remarkable establishment
i bought my cars there
several years ago
service with a smile
My god it’s off the dial
the staff there
are tremendous
they have style
Representing KIA
Honest salesman
And, real caring service personnel
nothing is too much trouble
the business.
run by Lee
a business man of quality
a sense of fairness obvious to see
tomorrow a long journey
needs some TLC
Tyres brakes oil and water
and the screen
Our cars need some love and care
Not taken for granted everywhere
inanimate perhaps
It’s been 12 weeks since I left home
of 52 years I
spent a while in the forest
And in the car parks
it appears
the night clouds bring
their demons
youth and the older ones
loutish vile behaviour
and their innuendoes,m stuns
homelessness being vulnerable
gets into the gut
having to sleep inside my car
its a hellish rut
toiletries and self respect
it has a poignant ring
about it when you have lost it
and no where to re charge
the telephone
and I pad
all these things unknown
so I am going far away
tomorrow
,leaving sanity behind as I
trek into the mountains
the wondrous rugged aura
and there no doubt
Is The place where I shall die .
She lives at number 16
with her human James
a little pug of some repute
liking to play games
sniffling and snorting
came towards me, she
a Really beautiful being
wanted to meet me
james had big tan boots on
a sweetheart of a soul
clearly into Nature
and animals, a role
instantly accessible to animals and soul
a traveller through life’s highways
seemingly in control
The beautiful actress
A beautiful being
From her youth to her age now
Always all seeing
Able to love
Able to share
Heartfelt emotions
With animals
Aware and caring all sharing
Even tired legs absorb energy
From the climbing
The oxygen is sweeter as we head
Upwards absorbing what is tremendous beauty
Somehow in reality we are led
Through into creation
And the mountains
The epitome
The pinnacle
The tower of golden light
A sentinel rich in history
It’s tapestry so bright
Can be seen in Glastonbury
A beacon one might say
A specimen of bounteous joy
Growing lovelier by the day
Red doors and red windows
A roof full of thatch
The sea you can see it
It’s no mystery
Serenity beckons
Idyllic for sure
To live in seclusion
Most would adore
A jumble of bodies sweaty snd real
Representing the bulls with sun ultimate feel
Forced into a ring and murdered its plain
And paid for and watched by the loony insane
Abeautiful beast takes the hit all the time
To the sacred protestors
From my heart a rhyme
labouring the point of arrogance
Of ignorance of pain
Ignoring wild subjects
Who live to love
Not gain
Save from others already
Living on the land
Labour and the government
Just do not understand
Bee’s are too heavy
for their wings
Which is why
they must buzz
with their movement
To stun us all into believing
They are really🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
our saviours🐝🐝🐝🐝
To the nature sensitive people of Ireland
Fox hunting you know is bad
In England the idiots still want to do it
Torture their hounds it’s so sad
They beat their horses
Animals matter not to fox hunters
Nobody matters but them
Barking wagging
Ears an flapping
Needing wanting
Appealing daily
In this cage for an age
Inner rage off the page
Someone somewhere
Come and love me
At last Mexico has come to its senses
I have been there’s and seen them
The blood letting menses
First it’s the youth very uncouth
Then it’s the matadors devilishly cruel
Stop this for gods sake
Bulls rights forever
The whites of their eyes
We all can see
The electric prods
P,ease don’t prod me
The shock of being here
We all know
We are next for the great
Blood show
Throats are sliced through
We can feel
Death is coming
Yes it’s real
🐃🐂🐄🐄🐄
A swirling whirling tumultuous day
Up on the Tor you get the way
Climbers get the energy
It grabs you and you just feel free
To fly like a bird hover and glide
For Glastonbury is indeed inside
Us all thanks Michelle x
How Fast Each Spider Could End You youtube.com/shorts/tVVSxdU… via @YouTube
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spider little spider
Climbing up the wall
Hiding in your tennis shoes
Breaking every rule
U feel a little pincer bite
A sort of funny sting
&suddenly u just feel faint
Like a tragic underling
An arch spectacular
What we see
The sun appears
Progressively
A Beaming light
Now seemingly
And an aura of positivity
Mahouts are 🐘 people
Apparently that’s so
Bull hooks to the ready
And the 🐘🐘 they know
Humans take advantage
Of their good sense&their will
1 step too far & they could be squashed
But of course we know they still
Beat the hell out of 🐘🐘
Retaliation is what we need
It is clear they are heartless
And completely mislead
Chasing wild foxes
Until they drop dead
Torn apart by hounds
Or dug out of the earth
By scoundrels apparently
Who have little worth
It’s horn through his throat
May have seemed remote
But karmically it was assured
Torture and pain again and again
That’s when the death Angel soared
The audience gasped at the outcome
Paying to see this indeed
A temple
Supposedly a place of god
Lots of prayers but this rotten sod
Beats an Elephant time and again
Creating honestly visible pain
Vicious nasty bit of work
Who needs prison NOW
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
