Category Archives: Glastonbury where mystery and realiity meeton the crossroads of benevolence

Owning

Posted on August 17, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The eye in the drone Who alone has just flown Upwards and sideways and always Peering endearing and clearing Seeing and being and freeing The mind just unwind and you’ll find How much we’re agreeing

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TOR magical August

Posted on August 15, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Nestled in the mists of magic At Glastonbury, We Feel the outpouring of inspiration In all its wonderful fluency Euphonious and flawless Embellished so to say With a ghostly flourish On this fine August Day

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Hunting foxes is breaking up families

Posted on August 15, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Fox hunters are a mendacious lot No empathy they haven’t got A hope in hell if you ask me The way they chase so violently Foxes are family mother and father Cubs as well to be cared for they Need … Continue reading →

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St Michael’s Tower and The TOR

Posted on July 31, 2023 by Rex Tyler

St Michael’s Tower looks resplendent in the bright light of the day A vibrancy of evergreens sun kissed Hues of apple and sage the greener flashes of moss and lime Noticed all the way Up the TOR the path a … Continue reading →

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Glastonbury Tor

Posted on July 29, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Wild horses, they be Grass munching for free A bold sunlit cloud mass Visibility The tower is just there It’s impression all share Substantive by hearsay And Glastonbury

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The Tor today

Posted on July 29, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The sky looked pretty angry Obfuscation wise Someone pulled the curtain And through somewhat haunted eyes We marvel at the sombre Somewhat pigmented clue A grizzled backdrop for the Tor’s Long sighted early view

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We danced on the Tor in the bright morning light

Posted on July 26, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Together at the top of the world So 2say In the arch of St Michael 2souls do play The belief that the magic Such conviction we felt So much expectation Cards seemingly dealt Dancing together Such precepts we raised The … Continue reading →

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The Tor on a stormy day

Posted on July 22, 2023 by Rex Tyler

A darkly crescendo A dramatic smile A historic venture In what is a pile Of ancientness, wonder Descriptions of old A prescription that brightens The soul urge all rolled Onto one magical experience

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Voices in the Wind

Posted on July 6, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Voices in the wind That’s who we are That’s what we need The levelling upps Of the meta verse Whose naivety exceed Common sense and humility The anti human mob 24 hour surveillance The cashless here to Rob Humanity from … Continue reading →

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What smells of death

Posted on June 19, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Hawthorn blossom smells of death In the month of May Could be my breath Under a Hag horn some have said Don’t ever place it near one’s bed Apparently the trimethylamine Really does smell quite obscene A bit like when … Continue reading →

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Message. A song for Dawn

Posted on June 7, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Playing in your spirit glowing Brings success to one such as I Aching limbs and broken day dreams Seemingly where I now lie Courting pain my legs are beaten With an age of differing sigh Witches we upon our besoms … Continue reading →

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Glastonbury and the golden gates

Posted on June 7, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Embellished with sunlight These gates see the true height Golden and open to welcome the day The Tor in the distance performing so peacefully Michelle in front of us caught in a ray Of absolute beauty rooted in splendour Her … Continue reading →

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This morning at the Tor

Posted on June 5, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Brass monkeys apparently Up at the TOR A bit hypothermic I mean I was sure After yesterdays weather The grassy hill Once frequented by Monks Their hard working still Evident

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The TOR

Posted on June 4, 2023 by Rex Tyler

She sits in placid sunlight Behold the TOR ‘s bold light Looking out to Avalon A truly awesome sight Pensively upholding The wisdom of this place The sacred soulful meditation Linked to peace and grace.

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Glastonbury the TOR and all about

Posted on June 4, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Wildness in the form of buttercups Their myriad form At the feet of st Michael’s Church tower The TOR a warm Transition through to Glastonbury Via the great White Spring And the Chalice Gardens That make my heart just sing

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Glastonbury and the TOR

Posted on May 31, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Angry but angry with purpose The avid see genuineness Artistic meaningful passion In truest form I still bless All of the Gods there have ever been For all of the centuries before Avalon island of immeasurable charm With glastonbury and … Continue reading →

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The TOR Glastonbury

Posted on May 15, 2023 by Rex Tyler

A source of light From a heavenly place Amazing transmission A luminary face A transformation Of clarity A definition magically

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The TOR

Posted on May 14, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Billowing marbled cloud cover radiates Over the island of Avalon where Some contradictions and divergent crossroads The homeward journey The pagan camp share The great magnetism envelopes the TOR That looks down into Glasto Such strides we ignore Resource and … Continue reading →

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Beltaine glasto

Posted on May 10, 2023 by Rex Tyler

A willingness to ready Beltane sets the scene The people clad in mystery You feel that if you have been Bards of course and musicians The people young and old Strolling up the high street On joy clearly all sold … Continue reading →

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The TOR at Glastonbury this morning

Posted on May 9, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Melt into thin air If you will Mr Tor Your consciousness Dissipates One can’t ignore A vanishing solid Dispersing until A meditative moment That will surely spill Into the mist maze And Avalons shore.

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Sara’s world

Posted on May 7, 2023 by Rex Tyler

That great ball that’s turning Flooding and burning Trees torn a’sunder It feels just like thunder Elephants trailing for water their failing Deserts are forming And global warming Vast populations Many dominations How it has changed in a lifetime

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Glastonbury’s rainbow

Posted on May 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Glastonbury’s rainbow Etheric one might say The pot of golden ingots A source of light display A stroboscope of vapour A softness on the eyes Beyond the bridge where animals Begin to realise

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The wee one

Posted on April 17, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Delectable delightful Deliriously so A dutiful delivery She just seems to know Everything about her Holds promise in her way Of purring stirring Heart and mind Every single day

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Glastonbury look up at the sky

Posted on January 14, 2023 by Rex Tyler

In pursuit of winters bite Ominous the wind in flight A premonition possibly Of more to come it seems to me Agitation alacrity It feels like velocity Dynamism energy A treadmill of uncertainty.

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Tor and the Autumn Budget

Posted on November 18, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Anger at the August Statement A remittance from on high Emolument and severance And black clouds to fight shy Disbursements and investment And a tonne of true despair A chancellor on steroids Who hadn’t forgot to comb his hair

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Glastonbury looking down off the TOR

Posted on November 17, 2022 by Rex Tyler

An aura of beautiful flora Extended by light and a glorious glow Clearness and clarity Diaphanous parity Topaz and amber you know Primrose and lemon verbena A chameleon’s back we can see The TOR is picked out by the magic … Continue reading →

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TOR

Posted on November 15, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The TOR stands in shadow Demonstrably so The sky takes a shine At Avalons glow The islands are sleeping Redeeming goodwill An eminence really Doth admirably spill

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The morning they are going to Glasto

Posted on September 24, 2022 by Rex Tyler

A wedge wood blue sky With scuffs from those jets All spraying on high Still is the morning The leaves in a trance Nothing much moving Just a slow dance Perhaps before a storm One can never tell Rustle and … Continue reading →

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Glastonbury

Posted on September 22, 2022 by Rex Tyler

A winding path to expectancy To the heraldic soul divine The Tor in all its mystery Acts now as the sign Avalon great magic you Descend in glowing form Even on the frostiest days Inside I just feel warm

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Tor

Posted on September 16, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The moon bows down to touch the Tor And of course believers know what for This temple of Avalon’s Bricks and stone Upon the hill seems all alone Needing a friend and hoping soon It’s celestial partner is the moon

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