Category Archives: At the edge of a Dawn

Finishing off the victim with a night night stick

Posted on April 21, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A Night night stick to propel the beast Into kingdom come One that he with denial trapped And left him numb Beaten into submission By the struggle to get free Every move is painful Why does it have to be … Continue reading →

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Easter Sunday Morning

Posted on April 20, 2025 by Rex Tyler

6.40 Sunday Morning Ashridge  and the birds pigeons on the roadway and ducks too lost for words   clearly after night time Pigeons know that they will pick up a good breakfast At  the start of every day   windless … Continue reading →

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Even a wild eagle appreciates being saved

Posted on April 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A wild bird with talons good and strong Fell into a swamp it took a wrong Path and ended up in mud Was saved by a man with the same pure blood Rescued treated and made to see The world … Continue reading →

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At the edge of Dawn

Posted on April 2, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Saffron coloured tinged with gold Where the bees suck Let me hold That proclamation of sweetness born A thorny attempt appears to warn The would be sampler At the edge of Dawn

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