Author Archives: Rex Tyler

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.

Annabelle

A hot May evening When I got back Exhausted by the ride The beautiful little maple tree Slightly to the side Of my garden where I saw A girl upon a swing Gently contemplating How clearly it did bring To … Continue reading

Posted in Activism in art, Berkhamsted, Breathing in colour, children and their plight in a adult world, Coutryside meanderings | Leave a comment

Donkey time at Folly’s

Collectively the girls Are clearly as happy as can be Out in the lovely sunshine At Folly’s Farm So free to wander really aimlessly In the sunny shine Genuine friends together Where clearly all is fine The grass the hay … Continue reading

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Desire

Be inspired by Nature The solace of it all The mountains and the filtered air Through Summer into Fall The colours are exciting I soulfully desire What is indeed creation My ultimate desire

Posted in Countryside wisdom, Coutryside meanderings, energy(developing new ideas), Environmental Poems, Ethereal Poems, Explorers and Visionaries, Forests and wild places, Freedom and what's happening to it, mountains, Secrets within us, Skyscapes, Sunshine and wintry Splendour, Taiwan catching rare sharks, Travel, Wildness is our friend | Leave a comment

Donkeys and the sun

Feeling the sun On our body today Enlightens our spirit We just want to play With the sun beams The comfort a donkey can feel At Folly’s it’s lovely We just feel so real

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Frog hoppers

Sadly lots of gardens Allowing debris to Build up over seasons Attracts the beasties who Create a form of spital They are tan or black And they Have bright red eyes Like tiny monsters On a sunny day They flourish … Continue reading

Posted in Abandonment, Garlic, Hygiene | Leave a comment

Pok

An artistically talented Troubadour Engagingly brilliant In so many ways Singing his stories of So much much affection Ancient and modern He magically pays Glastonbury’s piper Giving and showing Mystical prowess Bless him his sowing Of seeds of tradition Every … Continue reading

Posted in Glastonbury where mystery and realiity meeton the crossroads of benevolence, Musical Bric-a-Brac | Leave a comment

Malaysian Tiger

A Malaysian Tiger Lost to our world Killed by a fast car To heaven was hurled Broken and busted By unnerving steel Murderous intent It did reveal So few around It significantly Walking alone And sadly we see Speed in … Continue reading

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Carrefour

Indonesian frogs Just love their legs But markets are mad The buyers are dregs Out of humanity For what we see Is frogs legs ripped skywards And fried up for tea The French seemingly like a spit of Fried frog … Continue reading

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Palm oil in any shape or formTogether with the so called sustainable version

The forest was alive With sounds of screeching The rain lashed through The undergrowth of green We sat up in the canopy Reflecting How on earth could man have been so mean And daf’t enough to log the trees As … Continue reading

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Victims ( No thanks to Israel)

In the desert prison A dungeon in fact Chained to a bed Blindfolded React To this punitive treatment In diapers they It’s not medical treatment It’s hell all the way The scum of the earth You have become A Palestinian … Continue reading

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Captivity, Criminality, Death and Dying, Duty of care was never there, Egypt, Emotional Poems, Famine, Genocide, Humanity, Humanity is a shithouse, Israel, Medical, Nut jobs, Palestine, Red and fallow deers trophies, relationships and breakdown, Sadism, Settlers and colonisation, SLAVERY, Starvation and the Poor, The greatest disease of all arrogance coupled with the ignorance of life, The Middle East, Topical News Stories II, Torture, War crimes, war zones, Wars, zionists | Leave a comment

Wild foxes

Hundreds of descriptive odes come to mind Of the wise wily fellow Who does purposefully dine In a covey of hens In a ramshackle coop Clucking for England Making sense as they troop Seemingly actively chatting away The barbed wire … Continue reading

Posted in Activism in art, Ashridge, Berkhamsted, Clouds, Countryside wisdom, Coutryside meanderings, Forests and wild places, Fox Hunting, foxes, Freedom and what's happening to it, Fun in the park, furs and the fur industry, Gamekeeping, magick | Leave a comment

Robins

A heartbeat away From the red breasted two A delightful personage Their joy comes through Able to create In the heart and the soul A perfect magnificence And such control Inquisitive friends Consumers with sight On the meal worms on … Continue reading

Posted in Activism in art, birds and the environment, Sisterly love against all the odds, Twitter, wild birds | Leave a comment

More live exports where most arrive dead to the world

Solid bars encrusted holds Inside ships we see Torture vile disastrous passage Animals Scott free Not f enough food Slops everywhere Water dirty it is what The Meat Trade and it’s people Know A constancy of real despair And the … Continue reading

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, Animal Rights, animals used for food, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Campanology stories, Captivity, children and their plight in a adult world, Death and Dying, Environmental Poems, Food, Food Processing, Humanity is a shithouse, live exports, Milk and its associated problems | Leave a comment

Ostriches feel the pain as I do I don’t know about you

Fashion dare we use that word On a beautiful amazing bird Humans ripping feathers clear Bloodied ends and all that fear For someone’s hat for someone dress Evil ugly full of stress Ostrich feathers ostrich pain Ugly humans

Posted in Abandonment, activism, Dumbed down and ghoulish, Duty of care was never there, Fashion and animals, Feelings, OSTRICH and the Western Cape | Leave a comment

War in Gaza

Stuff is going on out there And lits we do not know The Hammas are in their tunnels Like jack rats as we know Ordinanace a plenty Firing it at will Taking out the enemy So much blood they spill … Continue reading

Posted in activism, Israel, Palestine, Politics, Tent cities, Topical News Stories II, War crimes, war zones, Wars, zionists | Leave a comment

Shit in our water

So much shit about these days Rivers seas and streams Water companies dumping crap Fucking up our dreams Englands greenest aura The chalk streams Fresh with trout Swimming if their lucky Before they just drop out Water cress for dinner … Continue reading

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Malaysia tells Israel

Shredding the UN charter Malaysia made it clear Genocide being denied But there is so much fear Rafah getting hammered Children sadly they Eating pet foods if they are lucky Whilst Israel gets away With all these rotten bombings. upset … Continue reading

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Death and Dying, Duty of care was never there, Genocide, Humanity is a shithouse, Indigenous People, Malaysia and its People, Malaysia more especially Melaka, Palestine, Starvation and the Poor, War crimes, war zones, Wars | Leave a comment

Glastonbury

A magical vista A colourful source The heavens had opened Extraordinary force A rainbow of particles Unlike before The levels imposing The great wondrous TOR

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Brainwashed

The brainwashed youth Of the IDF Get their fighting orders Though most are deaf From the shells exploding And the rockets firing And the rubble falling Fore heads perspiring Down in the tunnels With rats the size Of chickens honest … Continue reading

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Push the button

Over Rafah What do we do Just push the buttons Imagine the view 2000 pound bombs Dropping away Onto the tent cities Canvas display Thousands of families Sat or asleep Thousands of children many will weep Many old people too … Continue reading

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Tears

I find it hard to not wake up In tears Israel’s nightlbraids we know Sending bombs to Rafah Sharing out its Hell Murdering the babies the mothers And them all Genocidal maniacs Answering the call My eyes are sore the … Continue reading

Posted in Abandonment, activism, Genocide, Humanity is a shithouse, Indigenous People, IRAQ, Israel, Palestine, Politics, War crimes, war zones | Leave a comment

Significance

The significance of turmoil Each genocidal bash A people being murdered Treated just like trash A right to defend themselves Trotted out with glee Bombing bashing brutally crashing It’s true infamy Children women lying under rubble In the street Homes … Continue reading

Posted in Abandonment, activism, Death and Dying, Emotional Poems, Genocide, Indigenous People, Israel, Palestine, Politics, Topical News Stories II, War crimes, war zones | Leave a comment

My witch divine

If only I had been able To give her all she needed I did try But I know I failed That tragedy was mine I loved her How I loved her She was just so beautiful My wondrous witch divinity … Continue reading

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So she is aware

We close our eyes And say goodnight A day will come When we Close our eyes And never open them again Or be Seeing that sweet face you love That someone,for whom you care You should have told her That … Continue reading

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Rose bay willow herb

A kind of pink wild rose A flower of such esteem A leaf resembling that of the bay And the Willow it’s a dream In many parts around the lay-by’s And edges of the wood This remarkably beautiful Spiky soul … Continue reading

Posted in Countryside wisdom, Duty of care was always there | Leave a comment

Rafah

The southern city of Rafah Israeli’s patience failed They first moved them there And then despair Netanyahu should be jailed F16’s in fact bombing Already new kids dead Genocide and war crimes If you are gone die It all comes … Continue reading

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, ARROGANCE AND DIEOFFS, Criminality, EMF and animals sensitivity to it (stories from around the world), Israel, Palestine | Leave a comment

Run away

It had been a hot day A pertinent time She had been feeling jittery A lot, run and climb Her folks were away In the kennels was she Lost in the moment Wanting to free Herself of the nerves Of … Continue reading

Posted in Abandonment, Dogs, Driving, Duty of care was always there | Leave a comment

Thank you Kanga

A just reward And a time of rest For the Kangaroo Who are the best Leapers over earth and plain Despite the shooters The insane A few hours training Out at night Shooting the females It’s alright Killing the joeys … Continue reading

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, Aboriginies, activism, Australia and the epic journeys, Kangaroos | Leave a comment

The names right to oils not

Rape seed oil is not for me Erucic Acid tragically The cabbage family Yes maybe the golden fields All growing free It’s heavily processed And inflammatory Refined with hexane So not for me In Canada it’s canola oil It cancelled … Continue reading

Posted in Environmental Poems, Genetics, Pesticides, Rape | Leave a comment

A pig on a farm

A pig on a farm Knows only true harm An attempt to accept Forever they are swept Into a maelstrom of bitter regard Violence and unfairness All Constantly scarred Their habit and lifestyle Finds arrogance they Know ignorant violence For … Continue reading

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