Monthly Archives: December 2016

Emotional

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Emotional What makes me so emotional Its so easy to cry For tears to fall My olfactory Creation has become A damnation Its now very embarrassing for all I can smell stuff on fhe telephone And smell stuff on TV … Continue reading →

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The forest of angels

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Behold the timeless forest Great drama we may see The players clad in their own skins Coming out to be Themselves among the sentinels The dancing spirits who Shake their leaves like tambourines To the beat thats often true There … Continue reading →

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Beside the river

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Being blind has never stopped us seeing For though my eyes see darkness In my mind is so much light It floods into my consciousness And my imagination Honestly it now is at its height Beside the river I can … Continue reading →

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Thoughts of a tethered owl in a Japanese retail store

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Walking on two legs With two soft downy wings to fly Into what is freedom The vastness of the sky At once with a philosophy A consciousness A need Unlike the Japanese retailer Who just wants to feed His profit … Continue reading →

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A Ritual drama

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Let the forest make our ring Sentinels of time that bring An ebullience home to passers by The impressionable the romantics Why? Do robed souls find the need to go Into the forest, I dont know Rituals on a winters … Continue reading →

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My father

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Rex Tyler

that coat was thick and heavy He oiled it, I recall And it was always on the brass hook Hanging in the hall He wore it in the forest Which he took me to each day One particular spot he … Continue reading →

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Love knows no bounds

Posted on December 31, 2016 by Rex Tyler

A bleak and frosty Railway track A bitch and a dog in pain The bitch is clearly injured And can’t move And its insane By anybody’s standard But her friend he stays there too To comfort her And to love … Continue reading →

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Research painted on whaling ships

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

The Japanese push science Painting research on their ships And harpooning the precious whales On their living trips Through the Southern Ocean Where Australia should be Putting in an appearence But its not something we see At the IWC they … Continue reading →

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Take us home

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

The ocean is a graveyard Where resentment and detestation Follow us and smother us Whatever the location Just a soup of agony Besetting all we see And we get no warnings To a virulent degree We suffer how we suffer … Continue reading →

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Phagos

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

A graceful BEECH In silence stands Frost decked branches No demands From wind today It all is still Its majesty is Now to thrill Stalwart in a ripe repose Taken for granted Though it chose To offer oxygen Everyday And … Continue reading →

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a bee’s lament for a coming year of more slavery

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Our golden trumpets Blessed by some The frenzied bumbles Who may hum The refined sugar That was left Instead of the bounty Of the bereft How much we slaved Collecting, we Covered in adversity Miracles they were the Bee But … Continue reading →

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Willow

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

She dances at the water’s edge Willow her cascading arms Suddenly her magick speaks An elegance of worldly charms Her fashion sense seems all prevailing Her symmetry was never failing A real enchantress who doth share Her bonniness and graceful … Continue reading →

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Which witch

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Fly agaric Stippled red Smear the cream Is what she said Having loved her Through and through I Drank from the cup I thought was dew Flying over the trees Today My heart gave out Well so they say Slumped … Continue reading →

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Another day

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

I shall not ever Leave my room Again My car can rot and rust And i will write For evermore In the wisdom of my disgust Punched and hurt in every way Only my words Are now in play She … Continue reading →

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Crone

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Each line Brings forth a memory What has she done Some eyes might see The forest is a restful place All this mirrored on her face The crone a women Lost to grief Clearly though Feels some relief In standing … Continue reading →

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Where

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Where ere it be It be and where The sentinels are there To share A winding river Giver True Of its reflections Old and new

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Dogsbody

Posted on December 29, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Carrion flies were convinced already The little mut was gone. lying under the wheels she was Out on the road upon In all sorts of shock and awe Breathing not like she should Wrapped up in a blanket By an … Continue reading →

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Rhino horns All I want by Kodaline

Posted on December 29, 2016 by Rex Tyler

They come to us in the dead of night Of course my friends that can’t be right And if they had any sense they would Go back home because they should We are prehistoric souls Answering our many roles We … Continue reading →

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Who you calling bird brain?

Posted on December 29, 2016 by Rex Tyler

Who you calling bird brain mister? We are Kea’s and we know We are alpine parrots With a lot of stuff on show Just gander at our tuxedo’s Rainbow feathered, we With an olive background And with aquamarine you see … Continue reading →

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