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.

Dolgellau

A pastel blue sky Moelwynion on high the white hill The little white hill staring down at Dolgellau it’s pinnacle beauty a backdrop of grandness the town   nestled below many listed dry stone walls narrow lanes pretty hills crowded … Continue reading

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The mindset of the rural craftsman

A Dry stone Waller standing true A precise and local art form View those local stones tradition rules intelligence as culture calls dressing and placement working outside it feels to me those who confide Of porosity and lasting power compression … Continue reading

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Wildlife meadows

I adore  the wildlife meadows as do the Bee’s that fly the godly pollinators up against a toxic sky China sends its glyphosate from Bayer’s mindset who attack the very principle of life sadly it’s true   A great blaze … Continue reading

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Cader Idris

Cader Idris peeps from its missionary high Shrouded  in mist, with its purposeful eye Aware of all  history, rugged it be A great chair of Idris something to see blood curdling light a dominant force a giant evokes its historic … Continue reading

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Wild paths

Those puffed up gentry people Snobs who reckon they Have every right to slaughter Wild children born to play Among the wooded forests Where lichen pathways lead Into our magical kingdom Where our brothers and sisters feed

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little elephants emboldened by their mother

The tenaciousness of little ele’s Courage and the rest With mother feeding nearby They realise whose best At offering them protection Against the evil man Look at them as bold as brass 🐘

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Is it really Summer

Constant changes all around us everywhere we look fairyland is out there its says so in my book shrubs are leaning summer is fighting  to be free the halcyon days are constant and more hedgerow fruits we see   The … Continue reading

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Such a voice

No One Was Ready for How EMOTIONAL This ‘Wicked Game’ Cover Is | Chris I… youtu.be/rrqFdwg58BY?si… via @YouTube Such a voice It echoes through Ones heart and soul We know it’s true How tears do form How hearts do beat … Continue reading

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Scum bag trophy hunter

Murdering a baby A little innocent soul A rabbit  oh so gentle Knowing it’s purest role Wondering why this human Threw her at a car Smashed her little body She felt him from afar Giggling like an idiot Coffee drinking … Continue reading

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Long gone seemingly

I stew in my loneliness thats where I be surrounded by white boards And controversy   who still writes poetry? in this day and age of wifi and I clouds and emf rage techies are everywhere   a great dictation … Continue reading

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Yorkshire

Dry stone walls No mortar A binding one can say Skilfull is the builder As of nature It’s a way Finesse is what we see It matches a fine Yorkshire scene And does it magically

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The music of consumption

Can we see with our nose can we think with our ears when the suns on the grass Does it bring us to tears it does in the depths where  few far awayMay see a small butterfly It’s tongue on … Continue reading

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Later still

Dolgellau is a parchment where Godly artistry takes place every single day Great light is how  it be of the mountains of the fields every single hue rain or sun when the day is done The eyes know what to … Continue reading

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This evening in Dolgellau

A blue sky back the mountain top bathed in a Misty shroud the sun has reached its belly in a shining,  it looks proud Dolgellau bathed in light tonight a big white smile from here   looking out from Awelfa … Continue reading

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A study in light and refinement

Light is the artist of being there to bring out landscapes  where bushes and great swathes of gentle acclaim inclines that bleed and  then share   Tree  tops where shadows  are  rolling where torrents of greyness abide Peering  through Dolgellau’s … Continue reading

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Iceland and it’s disrespect of the Mare

Riding a horse getting up on its back one’s thighs feel it’s verve It’s a sort of attack on another the rider Of course they Lack  soul a distinct element where is the need the horse a reminder for us … Continue reading

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Jackie

I was so fortunate this very morning phoning a taxi and getting jackie ck thoughtful and caring she came on time and she was sharing her thoughts and her kindness  a lass, mindful she made me feel  comfortable clearly a … Continue reading

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Neighbours

I met Cliff today the landscaper   another neighbour of mine a builder  at two a landscaper at One   and a poet with little to do      

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First trip to the Coop

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Is it a halo I can see

The Cambrians  look like a halo has formed the dew point where temperatures fall create  cold air drainage That resembles a  halo magically seen as a rule At sunrise one can encounter the phenomenon  dangerously  We need to be careful … Continue reading

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Guthrie Jones and Jones

Guthrie Jones and Jones Solicitors supreme Manon was my individual indeed she was the cream a member of distinction efficient through and through purchasing my home through her the most  expeditious thing  to do a relatively complex schedule handled with … Continue reading

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Chinese volunteers for the animals

When you are up against it Valour to the fore A government of hard arses Emotionally are raw Animals are exploited Cruelty is rife Those who care are blighted and stricken with pure strife

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Deaths around the corner

An innocent calf A baby who Feel lots of pain As for this clue Less idiot he Needs a bloody good hiding Let him be The one to feel The pain for real

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S lamb dunk

Feel that pang Hear that bang On your back In your ribs As you Go down the slope To perhaps no hope Life’s memories yes it’s true Slaughterhouse philosophy

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The towpath and beyond

Being in charge Of that wondrous barge The solitude It’s sensual there A wondrous peace A true release With the sky at night You share

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Hunter killer murderer scum

Doesn’t it show us Pleasure and ego A fool with a gun Thinks he’s somebody He A murdering scumbag Who ought be hiding His face in the wilderness So much is riding On his vile attraction You can feel my … Continue reading

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Pensive

Pensive and strong willed and brutally honest Ready to react on a whim so to say A mindset of level up Stand and deliver Both feet in the river that is the way

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Dolgellau and the wondering mists

A Misty old morning a can Cambrian  sleep in misty it hung low   not much could we seeWe knew it was hiding it’s white dreamy substance The great cloak of storm land someones confiding   The melee of stalks … Continue reading

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Glastonbury

It’s all about light A secretive message Emboldened and shining out Over the TOR A magical silence creating Gold shadows A rich light equation It’s for evermore

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Bird boys and girls

It’s a bit of a drench this Tuesday morning the wind section Brazenly calling the tune the bushes are rocking the rain rods are knocking the sky steely grey you might say it’s shocking but there’s light in the sky … Continue reading

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