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Thoughts of a wandering Bard

Posted on July 26, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Write down everything you see And keep it in your heart The trees the cover plating Try never to part From Nature’s gifts a plenty The bard will always see And feel the joys of Seasons Bursting beautifully

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Forever free

Posted on July 25, 2022 by Rex Tyler
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White Spring

Posted on April 25, 2022 by Rex Tyler

White Spring water churning and turning deep in the earth curling unfurling bursting with coldness airborne such alchemy lubrication for our cells ancientness wonder working it tells stories of ages past and now be venerated and wonder how a daily … Continue reading →

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Herb Robert (Geranium Robertianum)

Posted on April 19, 2022 by Rex Tyler

i so encourage this  wee soul so shallow rooted,   she feminine ruled by Venus Has Water energy fertility and  health and love Protection at her core magically charged to ascertain which direction strangers reach before one’s door   its … Continue reading →

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O92 Eden Poem

Posted on April 7, 2022 by Rex Tyler

A floral hint of beauty a heavenly refrain productive as each day is long a lushness that’d has lain dormant over centuries an olfactory desire an exuberance and richness in what is this fruitful fire   a Union a  marriage … Continue reading →

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A montage of miracles

Posted on February 17, 2022 by Rex Tyler

the diminutive Fae their accoutrements say much to the sensitive soulful the shaman of special intent the sacred of spaces those natural lit places great magick is noblly spent TonyShidiac captures each moment the lineage brings into mind the olfactory … Continue reading →

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Canada Goose

Posted on December 4, 2019 by Rex Tyler

It goes right through you It does for me The screwballs trap We didn’t see And now my leg is held Real tight And Canada GOOSE Believes it’s right They pay the oddballs who do this shit Next to nothing, … Continue reading →

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A poem for a twitter friend from Avalon

Posted on March 19, 2019 by Rex Tyler

The woods have many varied splendours Hiding in the shadows where Foxes and badgers voles and shrews And even the illusive Hare Whose magick is all supposing Bestower of such light Whose ebulliance and affection Can be observed at night … Continue reading →

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Trapping and Penning Coyotes and Foxes

Posted on January 30, 2019 by Rex Tyler

We often hear of China and how immoral they be But let me tell you America Takes some beating tragically Many states in the south west Are guilty really so Of barbarism on a scale That most of you dont … Continue reading →

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Surprise surprise

Posted on January 26, 2019 by Rex Tyler

In actuality What I saw today Was daffodils their trumpets Sounding out clearly a way Ahead even of snowdrops Still to break cover who Undeniably are imminent And should soon be Showing too Minus five and icy And some snow … Continue reading →

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Agaricus fly a magickal tale for Jan Vlonk

Posted on December 19, 2018 by Rex Tyler

In the far off shrouds Where great mists and clouds Were born of forests dark In September they Where green ivy’s climb And where nature gifts Do stray Under Birch and Pine We can see a sign Of the magickal … Continue reading →

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Its not really that far fetched when you think it through

Posted on December 9, 2016 by Rex Tyler

The freedom that flight gives you When we recall Our great mother gave some The right to not fall But to fly and to soar To be forever free Wild birds thats their mandate For eternity Huge corporations soulless they … Continue reading →

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Denmark prepares to dissect a frozen LION

Posted on October 9, 2015 by Rex Tyler

Denmark truthfully appears To sink into a mire of tears First animal brothels Then the dead giraffe And now a Lion The country is naff It wants to dissect A lion I hear In front of children To me its … Continue reading →

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Rainsong sanctuary

Posted on September 5, 2015 by Rex Tyler

A sanctuary in Costa Rica Springs to mind today Mary Perry an American friend Its there that she does stay She started it in the nineties And has struggled through it, she Gets volunteers to come and help To help … Continue reading →

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Feelings around well house lane

Posted on October 28, 2014 by Rex Tyler

There it stands An old brick structure Gates at front And at the side A pipe A rush of sacred water In the darkness Who may hide Well house lane close by the yew tree Branches,of the chalice well Up … Continue reading →

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Moonstone cottage

Posted on October 18, 2014 by Rex Tyler

An enchanting play on delightfulness In the cottage where we stayed It’s boundary wall is the abbey wall Which would have course been made Centuries ago and forms the boundary To where An apple tree and a raised platform Gracefully … Continue reading →

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The goddess

Posted on September 29, 2014 by Rex Tyler

The Landscape Goddess sits serene the Tor is her breast the Chalice Hills been her pregnant belly and Wearyall Hill her knee which she’s raised and Stone down  stays still her head at the levels and there she can see … Continue reading →

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The White Spring

Posted on August 24, 2014 by Rex Tyler

I heard that Dion Fortune once sat above the spring in a tiny chalet and looking up did bring the magical experience she felt down to this earth and below her was the white spring and the feeling of great … Continue reading →

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The White Spring

Posted on September 29, 2013 by Rex Tyler

Well House Lane opposite the Chalice Spring there sits an ediface of ancient stone crumbing as befits an ancient pagan monument it quietly manifests a soulful wistful aura and therein, it rests a haunting apotheosis a raging rasping stream that … Continue reading →

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Chalice Well Glastonbury’s secret garden and area

Posted on September 29, 2013 by Rex Tyler

  Chalice Well, an idyll, resting by the side of a busy road peace and timeless fascination seduces hearts, helps them unload stressful moments float away across deep thoughts an elysian grove within a yew strung treasure trove silence is … Continue reading →

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