a women walking home
at night
no criminality
some vile sod
decides to rape her
beat her,threaten her
some ones girl friend
someones sister
someones wife
and now she’s lost
abortion not the USA
then you carry on
you have to have
the buggers kid
imagine it
will you ?
go through
9 months
of hell on earth
Which you are expected to
Hansel and Gretel
and breadcrumbs
snails
and their silvery trails
much of it
communication
a glue and a lubricant fails
under the sun a reminder
from whence they came from
to where
tiny neon arrows
with dancing light
hygroscopic protein
its there in full sight.
an enchanting magickal
highway
we see in our gardens at night
a phenomnal message
a genuine path
what is whole what is fair
what is right.
witnessing the phenomena
of the sunrise
from the Kings Stone,
monolith of old
in that field a vantage point
was chosen
the sky about
a miracle to behold
since the 14th century
believers
have played out rituals
at sabatts and we
followed in the footsteps of our ancients
family members
Transported there to see
the sky resembling waters of the ocean
Neolithic aura’s seemingly
swept into our minds eyes
a great palette
the moon and sun both
in the sky and we
mere mortals
in our pagan realms
all sharing
what our long lost families possibly
did see
oolitic limestone by a monolith
known as the kings stone
and there were we
and there we stood
expectancy
was high
and gradually the sky
erupted
as new light streamed uncontrollably
and we understood
very early morning
light flooding through to show
fields of wheat and groves of trees
descending as we know
half light, gloaming
a spectacular affair
an intensity was building
illumination yielding
resplendence
all aflame with radiant air
darkness had given way
To the abberation
a highly coloured patterning
we saw
sentinels of softness
alabaster chalky white
striations garnet cherry
and lots more
a flush a blush
a cinnamon glow on high
developing cadmium yellow
a cornflower blue and why
powder blue and sapphires
gems remarkable
marbled veined and pretty
from on high
a patchwork
of such dancing light apparent
grandcstanding the onlookers
full of glee
kaleidesoopic, gentle pearls of wisdom
fast horizons everyone will see
honestly a true representation
For every door or lock
we have a key.
myriads of colours every which way
rollrights circle
took on so much light
the moles they had been busy
with their purposeful energy
the sky it came alive
for , all to see
carmine cochineal
and roses ruddy
a firery standoff
emitting relevancy
rose coloured peach
the little rainbow colourings
looking at the sun
we knew our role
to watch
to gaze
to be mesmerised
for certain
turquoise a bright halo
wrapped in gold
woad and other shades of purest colour
borrowed from the kings
and queens of old
spirited, we watched
the sun evolving
proudly sending light beams
everywhere
diadems of merriment
and laughter
summer Solstice
so good to be there
bodying forth and eminence of grandeur
a drumming swirling lass
took on her role
scintillating revelatory wisdom
mastery was clearly in control
no sorcerer alive could mimic surely
the Sun and all its radiance galore
getting back the dream Alas I had woken
i just felt sad it was over
to my core.
chickens are dying a hundred or more
each minute of life
its worse than a war
terror and evil
its ugly its wrong
no where on earth
should this
Carnage belong
h
these are innocent birds
godly and pure
tortured to hell
and there isnt a cure
for this manic obsession
guts filled to the brim
maggots are weeping
out on a limb
,
one after another
on a big cutting wheel
a razor cuts heads off
one terrible squeal
each miserable second
bloods spurts everywhere
one after another
till there is no more there.
a dizzy day of celebration
The Watchers kindred space
Rollrights were resplendent
its such a peaceful place
to be welcomed by the members
and you Dear lady I
really felt the fusion
and the joyfulness on high
fulfillment it was brimming
the fire lit the flowers all there
it was blooming harmony
a willingness to share
an assemblage of the cordial
fascinated by
the circle and the ritual
and the energy so high
quite a sky above us
sharing its drops of rain
but it went off with humour
so much there to gain
Watchers clearly buzzing
auspicious through and through
you perpetuate such joyfulness
the initiatives all do
marry up the fervour
the togetherness of thought
it influences everyone
and everyone seems caught
in what is a day of happiness
Universally
a pleasure to be with you all
for Litha blissfully.
the flowers the food the beverage
is it by contribution from those who want to assist
or is there a fee to attend.
Hawthorn Hart
a group of souls
all on a journey
discovering roles
a connectedness
a strong rapport
interests in magick
and lots lots more
comparability
for all things bright
and beautiful
including light
the fae
collaterality
an affiliation
of whats to be
each to their own
masters none
the sabatts the seasons
of course the sun
the moon the planets
authenticity
contrariness
and diversity
magickal places
lost in time
multifarious steps
to climb
allegoric and times before
creative and genuine
to the core
archetypal
pioneering
imaginative
and endearing
Claudie Ferri a story telling songstress,
A crimson heart of fire
Standing and delivering
A crafting from the lyre
Adrenaline was pumping
Manifesting light
Bodying forth
Great presence
Really at her height
Of significance and honour
A wondrous identity
Conjured from the magic
That her voice and imagery
Shatters the illusions
Brightens every eye
Her clarity and distinctness
Is the reason why
She takes our hearts for granted
A secrecy of sorts
A mellowing of ages past
In the mystery of her thoughts.
Another verse explaining a feeling
Of her unmistakable perceptibility
my ode to you bold warriors
Ordinary not at all
beings like no others
with your heart and soul, you call
the absolute the immortal strength
dragged up from deep inside
enduring and indestructible
its more than for the ride
adament and ready
to go into the breech
genuine and attentive
you are going to reach
the physical and the mental
the cruelty thats there
you are going to force them
Away from behavioural despair
a hollowness, an emptiness
a force of empathy
beating up the animals
who should be running free
but instead are locked in cages
in stalls, in crates, in pain
Its your phenomenol example
and tangible disdain
Going all out really
to expose the vile divide
to protect the animals innocence
and improve their actual pride
their spirit and their back bone
at the Business end
an ethos born and ready
and to truly be theirk friend
your eyes and heart wide open
for a soulful echange
an inherent understanding
right across the range
expose in film and purpose
their conflict and their plight
living at the crossroads
where really nothings right
I praise you for your honour
and of course your care
extending love to animals
diabolically aware
warriors each one of you
transferring your power
thankyou from the botton of my heart
for being there.
farming it is harming
cattle
thats for sure
excuses are the abuses
its really like a war
of the vilest kind of attrition
Which countermands the cure
animals kept in feed lots
in dirt bowls so many more
forced to stand together
cajoled in many ways
fed on grains and fescue
because of course it pays
in dead weight and the cost ratio
its really a dity game
and with extremes environmentally
its an uncreated game
the great error of terror
resistance goes away
adverseness and calamity
where the animals do pay
thousands have just perished
they couldnt stand the heat
more likely if you ask me
it is what they eat
science into muscle in to profit
at the stall
is the costly acreage
the feed lot one and all
hundreds cooped up together
on the flat dry soil
no true grass to turn to cud
it does make our blood boil
just because its cheaper
and there is money to be had
it makes no odds for what we see
in Kansas is so bad
excuses become abuses
weakness it does show
intensive concentration camps
where actual care is low
disrespect is common place
and animals do feel
they are entirely sensitive
and very very real
of course the heat is cumulative
when its night and day
but feed is so important
with extremes the victims pay
excuses lead to abuses
arrogance as well
ignorance amongst farmers
Its their poor cows, the hell
they subject them to, is awful
and some give up and die
standing on these dust bowls
under a raging sky .
or it could be much more ominous
down to sabotage
Toxins in the water
the mass deaths have been large
which will affect the markets
prices will be high
de pop the agenda
and the people don’t know why
its the cabalistic mob
with their fingers in the pie
an old rusty tub
of many decades
overloaded and of course
It went and sank
leaving Suakin
on the red sea
bound for jeddah
in Saudi thank
our lucky stars
the 15800 sheep
died together in the sea
in jeddah they would have
been carved up
and all that done
individually
halal sadly takes no prisoners
a prayer and throats cut through
a real sore route to Heaven
so theirvdrowning in the blue
overloaded tragically
8000 should have been
on that boat
greed took control
it really was obscene
live exports account for two billion
animals each year
it is a horrendous journey
where agony and fear
and injury and dying
is all matter of fact
.many many die on board
its how sad souls react
carnivores should open up
and realise their sin
their guts are laced with evil
no way can they win
animals so threatened an ugly
journey where
animals are slaughtered
in what is extreme despair.
they have eaten every cherry
off my tree this week
swallowed them down
or knocked them to the ground
and then they seek
to let them ripen more each
day
and eat them from the floor
what grows is fruit they see see as theirs
and its something they adore
there was a time
when i waited to taste the Summer fruit
thought about the netting
but then it didnt suit
my ethic
we must share it is a trait
That we can do
watch them taste the wildness
for it makes good sense to view
in supermarkets flavour is very very poor
too much artificial stuff
farmers they ignore
Nature and organic soils
its what the public say
they want
and a terrible sadness comes over me
today.
on the underground
dressed as a clown
submissive in a way
forfeiting one’s self respect
being made to pay
ill feeling from the suited ones
intolerance and jealousy
a tension and a rancour
and an open breach disloyalty
the men unsympathetic
taking umbrage to his look
and, why was he laughing
inimical and distant
suddenly he shook
And fired off his weapon at all four
all daggers drawn to pose
a threat he laid the lot of them
out cold and it just shows
like an iceberg and a loner
he blew them all away
running like a greyhound
gets back to his place
locks his door
and taiqi emanates
from him at pace
thomas Wayne the
anti rich
gotham city
quite a glitch
arthur doesnt give a shit
his standoffishness
becomes his wit.
Twas 1968 that Peter Green composed
a gem
inspired by the “Albatross”
wanting to soar with them
across the many oceans
inspired he was to see
their truly wondrous temperament
and vast ability
it conjured up a melody that
became a number one
in 1969 and since
what they have really done
the supermarket moguls
borrowed the melody
and hung on Peter’s genius
and his feeling of flying free
the sadness is that
The albatross
are significantly under threat
from plastics in the ocean
and on beaches
we have let
too many marketeers create
masses of this waste
being eaten by these wondrous birds
Their internal organs graced
seriously being put at risk
And M&S might know
the music chosen to accompany
Their Aberdeen Angus Beef Burgers show
and previously Thai curry
is the great bird flying free?
or dying on some island
its poor gut tragically
full of jettisoned plastic waste
the great bird alas
Doomed for our transgression
which comes across as crass
it saddens me the poet
to point out and confess
and highlight the poor Albatross
who is now in some distress.
Peter Green and Fleetwood Mac
took on the mantle, they
Felt the state of wonderment
the enchantment and the way
music mirrored freedom
Soaring night and day
As to slaughtering Highland Cattle
really there is no way
And to sell that poor admission
with a musical array.
M&S its saddening
the onset of death’s we see
from plastic waste
and slaughterhouses
and combined servility.
Potten End, a hamlet
a shop or two, and I
found this amazing Hairdressers
and I gave her a try
clean and bright and airy.
with an identity
three beautiful stylish mirrors
casting light so beautifully
a realness undeniable
Alex effective and she is fair
a wizard with her cutting
what she can do with hair
she is open and a world of difference
honestly to me
a unique experience
unequalled actually
she is genuine and pleasant
original as hell
if you want a nice haircut
give Alex a bell
she’s creative and enobled
by the expertise, its there
many years of experience
and totally aware
parking right outside the shop
nothing phases her
long hair short hair beards
and all
whatever does occur
eyebrows,and ear hair
With her happy disposition
you just feel good in her chair
Actually through the entirety
its charming and its clear
a splendid dose of harmony
birds singing Nature’s here
it just feels very special
and a nice bold ochre floor
the mirrors really caught my eye
and the open door
a panoramic view point
there is nothing complex here
she does what You expect of her
A service all with cheer
its peaceful you just get that
and in essence its serene.
i went along on at 9.30
and am so happy
that I have been.
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he loved his mother earnestly
he bathed her every night
he cared for her within his span
Which seemingly was slight
beaten up by vagabonds
he thought the world was Filled
with lots of crazy people
and that blood was Being spilled
as true as a little apples grew
it is of course much more are now
unhappy with his actual face
a clown a permanent smile
was how
though many many souls seem sad
and insensitive to the crowd
he always wanted to perform
as such he was very proud
he met a neighbour in the lift
a source of some black comedy
he called on her
from time to time
and followed her, remarkably
on a bus he caught the eye
of a little girl
though the mother high
on ignorance and crassness she
saw him as a nuisance
exhibiting pure nullity
a sadness, he misunderstood
by everyone
oblivion for him he could
not operate in this savage scene
a fictitious style some thought was mean
but far from it a complex soul
who sadly could easily lose control.
grease paint
a clown with bright red lips
Diamond shaped blue eyes
he dips
he who laughs
laughs longest
he
who cries
And quite savagely
there are few who will listen
even fewer will care
a broken soul
who few will share
from a broken home
lost alas
and left to roam
the violent streets and alleys
where
who can hear
this white mouse moan
beaten up he All alone
To lower levels where he might
draw some money to
feel the plight
and to buy some warmer clothes at night.
when the drapes are pulled
when the eyelids close
rotten bend i do suppose
its latent oxygen enriched
by the animals
their journeys pitched
the other night past midnight
a great moon smiled and I
rounded the bend
by the old folks place
and an enlightening did descend
as my lights came on
two badgers possibly mother and son
waddled disconcertedly to the left of me
in fun
i imagined what they were doing
in unison of gait
in the golden moonlight
at a fair old rate
and its gorgeous groves
at peace in so many ways
very few humans on the scene
energy then flows
raptors deers and witches
the odd poet perchance
seeing with his night eye vision
the invisibles who dance
unworried by the flashlights
the noisy engines who
threaten to crush and collide with us
for that is what they do.
wild foraging is bird talk
some of us share it too
Nature adds thorns and toxins
knowledge thus its true
we need to learn the ropes
and pick the foods we know
the various seasons bring us
fruits and nuts
which is why we sow
and learn
respecting living foods
and animals too abide
so the netting and the trapping people
are rotten deep inside
selfish greedy insolent rogues
not prepared to share
egoists and thevself indulgent
and surely unaware
the corvidae love cherries
and fruits of course, they do
and we must share our offerings
and make their dreams come true
feathered,and furry friends, wild souls
who clamber and who need
not to get all tangled up
their rights are too succeed
seeing them dying slowly
unable to get away
is just awful behaviour
which i view with such dismay
these innocent birds did you no wrong
their purity deserves
immaculate our gifting
yes just have some nerve
eat less yourself,mmake a little less
and live in fact to be
generous with what the goddess supplies
on the bushes and the tree
it is wilfully vile behaviour
netting fruit and we
should listen to the voi,ce of reason
be kind to those the free
sharing gifts and daily
sowing seeds at will
netting is for the stone hearts
who prefer to instil
in little souls misfortune
frighten and abuse
be kind to all wild creatures
And just downright refuse
any other way.
A staggering involvement
unprepared for where I was
the slaughterhouse of horrors
really just because
thoroughly unanticipated
like a thunderbolt to me
pregnant with a baby
emerging tragically
it felt unprecedented
exhaustion to a tee
coming from the farm yard
from the dark dairy
Caught napping stark and wondering
birth apparently
my little calf was on the floor
bleeding surprisingly
my maternal instinct to love her
right away
the noise around us awful
like depravity
Frighteningly obvious
my calf unexpectedly
not moving eyes wide open
seeing little seemingly
on the edge of darkness
my thought to try and see
to assist my darling calf
To appreciate and be
alive to breath and being
loving was my aim
clearly we were in a queue
and would never feel the same
death clearly approaching
reminded of my sin
a life of utter torture
i must revive my baby
the end though near for me
a savage slash of terror
closed my eyes regretably
no real time for anger
smouldering was I
revengeful to the obvious
i was about to die
the severity was out there
provoked into a roar
a gurgle and a tantrum
entering a war
Clearly not of my making
a darkness overcame
a bitter pill I tasted
A botheration game
a flame in me ignited
no longer could I feel
death the end of everything
a disgusting reveal.
the gentleman
he calls himself that
rich
a fat belly, perhaps
lots of red meat
lots of claret
and sweet trifles and tarts
and braces elite
ideology thats what he’s good at
on the moorland he farts
and he shoots
burning the peat
he wants to compete
wild birds shots fired
up in the air
what has transpired
beautiful birds filled
full of lead
let the dogs bring them
thats what they said
carbon stores burning
who cares a fcuk
Red grouse a pheasant
a beautiful duck
shoot out its guts
watch it crash to the floor
burn off the grasslands
its just like a war
the burnings illegal
we know it to be
gentleman shooters
yes we can see
blitzing like crazy
lead shot in the sky
lets have a ding dong
who cares how many die
scorched and black lands
embers and ash
trees looking crippled
just so much trash
its all illegal
a ruddy shame
gentleman shooters
you are all the same
the miracle that is Honey
a curative in fact
for Bee’s
it was one joyful nymph
Melissa it was she
a Bee Nymph
a true ovate
who discovered wild honey
she realised its potency
as such the Lemon Balm
flowers
were charged with exaltation
So she fed young Zeus
for hours
the tiny balm flowers laden
with pheromone rich flowers
the pollen laced with genius
and unbelievable powers
in that cave in Crete
this mixture gave him power
contentment and a glorious health
from the Melissa flower
there is no finer medicine
for Bee’s not anywhere
the pheromones that it contains
so sweeten their air
around the hives
each congregation benefitting more
Meli equals honey Melisssae
even more.
never pull up Lemon Balm
to do that is to be
ignorant and arrogant
and in fact so guilty
of causing them such massive stress
they need the elixir raw
stealing it and heating it
and shaking it will ignore
its properties,nthe Bee needs
this heavenly god like cure
its wild its truly magickal
and very very pure.
all we do is mess with it
destroy its heavenly touch
it really is a gift of the gods
which is why its much
sought after man is far from kind
mindlesdly he steals
from the Bee’s sad coffers
and by so doing reveals
toxins in the medium he ruins
Everything
fools the general public
and creates the vilest sting
imagine it
its just so awful
a darling baby
just born,
so to say
we are a charity
do in the making
Come taste the baby today
It has been roasting in spices and whey
how tender it is
Now wouldn’t you say
overwhelmed by the pain
such disloyalty
pig roasts and suckling piglet
it be
white bait and the like
human beings
filling their belly
Aspic and salt
pork flavoured jelly
its infanticide
its destroying
,the .miracles
eating inside
the gloom and the doom
from the womb
lets decide
to cook in a pan
i can’t bare to imagine
Something so small
so little time on this earth
All this vile shit does appal
to expect to make money
whose heart is that hard?
can they see the baby
Its being scarred
throat cut and bleeding
and now it is roasting
sliced on a platter
Everyone’s boasting
charity parity
tears in my eyes
a baby was sacrificed
That was the size.
we saw its face
we watched its tears
a calf roasted well
Stoke the fires back in HELL
South African Farmers
once many grew
fruits in the sunshine
but sadly their view
of food for the people
and export abroad
disregarded their earnings
it felt like t no reward
they moved onto Lions
harvesting Lions
petting the cubs
humanising them all
supplying the hunters
with victims
their school
of thought was more profits
from killing big game
criminality surfaced
exploitation by name
drugged up containment
released for a kill
the bones shipped to vietnam
the blood they did spill
on a regular basis
from devious men
who could shoot
what they thought
were wild sadly when
the farmed lions
were placed where the hunters could shoot
it brought in a vast bounty
a great deal of loot
productivity up
cruelty too
getting overseas workers
to work yes all through
volunteers
thinking
they were helping the cause
hand over fist
no time to pause
full on criminality
cruelty too
these stations of filth
were a vile kind of zoo
this is not farming
its squalor and pain
blood Lions the guilty
an ugly campaign.
South Africa knows
what is happening here
criminality took over
spreading its fear.
Elmet & Agbrig hill fort long barrow
Huddersfield.
I view with consternation
the want to place a cafe
on and around a Neolithic burial site
away
from sacredness and true respect
the inconsiderate would
spoil outstanding beauty
just because they could
its vulgarity beyond belief
its disrespect as well
intolerable behaviour
why doesn’t someone tell
these clearly ignorant traders
it feels like a nasty spell
insensitive and tactless
uncultured and unrefined
a pimple on a pretty face
that plans like this are signed
The hideousness
how ill – proporioned one might say
a callous disregard for life
there must never be a way
to cheapen and to commercialise
history for we
See its shameful and insidious
and injurious to see.
the fishermen are up in arms
live crustaceans mostly dead
poisoned so says DEFRA
by algal bloom on the sea bed
for me a vegan animal rights man
i cant abide a job
that deals in live foods just to kill them
its the ocean that they rob
pyridine an endogenous metabolite
dredged out of the mud and left to be
filtered by the crabs and lobsters
dying in their droves
of,what is the vile toxicity
somebody is lying
dredging up a cloud
of terror its no error
its a highly toxic shroud.
the CEO
his wages have tripled
his staff
many don’t earn
a living wage
energy inflation
right across the Nation
the irreverence is awful
the timing is wrong
trying to get the best out of staff
all of those who do belong
giving support and energy
to Sainsburys everyday
if this is not a smack in the face
what is it and to say
the CEO is worthy
the myriad staff are not
customers need to know this
it amounts to tommy rot
an army of stores
selling animal fur
rabbits are graceful and kind
the wonder of skin
the phenomenon we
realise it is so famously
protecting our bodies
similarly
animals fur overwhelmingly
protects their fine bodies
from planetary ill
and commercial operatives
seemingly kill
use the dead skin chemically cured
these beautiful creatures
tragically lured
We re use their skin
its very unkind
not at all Christian
And it just blows my mind
So much irreverence
and disrepute
dishonour disgrace
at their heart
at the root
932 stores what a toll
this is a business
that truly lacks soul.
The Jackdaw brothers
are on my tree
tasting the cherries
they want to be
tasting the juice
sugary sweet
with caps on their heads
it just feels complete
watching the boughs being weighted down
letting them share
going to town
on the cherries
throwing the stones away
the Jackdaw Brothers
are having their say
its supper out doors
wilder than some
sharing the bounty
and feeling the fun
lolita a whale
with a heart of gold
as big as the tank
that has had to hold
a beautiful female
an angel of sorts
locked up in a bath tub
sharing her thoughts
so many years
around and around
really she wished
she just could have drowned
bubbles and troubles
and crescendo’s of noise
preached too and sworn at
like naughty boys
given the hard shoulder
everyday
this beautuful songstress
could not get away
stuck in a bath tub
aching like mad
looking up at the lights
thinking she’s sad
so demoralized
with pains every where
all these years
its so bad
will she recover
I mean life is sad
refuse collectors covered in dirt
the sound of her grunting
driving us mad
clearly she will die there
on frozen fish
with frozen chips
On a cracked platter
with a selection of dips.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
