Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Neolithic rituals

Posted on January 10, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Neolithic areas Souls for long ago Their Rituals in the countryside Respect of what did grow A sort of age old picnic Whilst peering at the sky Calling out the quarters And eating the odd mince pie

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The corvidae

Posted on January 6, 2025 by Rex Tyler

The corvidae The remarkable souls Clad in a black deservedly A sooty pitch Remarkably Sable and ebony Both good friends These feathered gods Their message sends Thoughtful edicts Near and far Their intelligence raises Eyebrows They are brilliantly noble Cleverly … Continue reading →

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Salisbury Plain

Posted on January 2, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Sarum Plain Dr Salisbury Plain An elevated expanse of chalk Where in the eye of man can see These massive broad green downs Now be What lies beneath this historic veil All manner of English relics free Neolithic accoutrements To … Continue reading →

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Disablement at the rear of the flock

Posted on December 27, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Destroyed by disablement A limping crisis of resentment She walks at the back of the herd To a death of certainty What did she do to deserve this horror She was born a mother to lambs Who she watched kidnapped … Continue reading →

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Turkeys and lambs

Posted on December 25, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Those beautiful turkeys Colourful souls Strutting though snowflakes Taking on roles They live for the yule tide When humanity Plucks them and cooks them For dinner and tea Stuffed with some pork meat And sage herbs I hear Served with … Continue reading →

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Winter solstice

Posted on December 21, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Up on the Tor Looking down on the levels It’s Winter Solstice So many have made Got out of their warm beds And climbed up to wander A Misty blue skyline Of which many fonder Are ready and willing Their … Continue reading →

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Wales and the wonderful mountains

Posted on December 3, 2024 by Rex Tyler

10,000 years ago The mountains formed And seemingly Rose up to be counted The Welsh expectantly Any one who saw These wondrous rocky edifices Would in fact see what we see Look across the valleys How the summits do reach … Continue reading →

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Ancient and modern and NOW

Posted on November 22, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The oracle the ancient Spectacular are they Genius born long ago So many though today Have seen their weird progression But feel superior to The masses That’s their error That’s the terror coming true

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Salisbury Plain

Posted on October 13, 2024 by Rex Tyler

An elevated chalk platform Further than my eyes Can see in fact How they react Feeling the old ticker Inside my chest today History is everywhere A generational way Go back to neolithic times When man did Labour long Beneath … Continue reading →

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ROLL RIGHTS Moles

Posted on August 21, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Roll rights stones The Fossilised Bones of a company of soldiers And their King Who faced a witch and she did bring Them to their knees And rightly so Blessed be from down below

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Foxgloves

Posted on June 22, 2024 by Rex Tyler

From the world of wildness Comes a flower Known as the Foxglove It has the power To kill to revive The heart of hearts From the depths of folklore It imparts A poison that is so extreme A gift of … Continue reading →

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The larcenous tribe

Posted on June 20, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Insensibility A detachment of care Two vile protestors So unaware With deadpan expression And passionless thought Their callous rejection Seemingly sort These unimaginative idiots Getting free reign To spray paint our History Wanting to gain A spiritless act The great … Continue reading →

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Ritual

Posted on May 27, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Figures in silhouette Bathed in pure light A romantic ritual Everlastingly bright Creative endeavour Deliberately The spark of the infinite That’s who they be

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5th of May

Posted on May 1, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A golden sky spreads forth the charm Of the druid clan now arm in arm A dancing throng wassailing through Bringing happiness and contentment too Ann and Simon are as one Their contagion ne’er undone

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With eyes to see

Posted on April 17, 2024 by Rex Tyler

With eyes to see And a heart to feel And a mind to know That outside it’s real My country states The need to fight To back the rogues And smell the shite I have feelings for This world where … Continue reading →

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Pollution. And Stonehenge

Posted on February 28, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Collusion pollution The A303 The jaunt down to Devon and Cornwall Must be Flowing no hold ups Just slow down and observe The greatest of henge’s Straightening the curve An ediface built By strong caring souls Who cast as true … Continue reading →

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The greatest of Henge’s

Posted on February 28, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The councils have eyes But c very little They say they have 🩷🩵❤️ But seemingly they Cannot C further than the sky up above Or the green natural plains Engaging the love Time brought it’s miracle A henge of great … Continue reading →

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Trees

Posted on February 19, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Hawthorn Hart Believers Plant trees Whose occult power Realise their healing strength An ethereal bond is how Under a tree A good place to rest one’s head and doze Enlightenment is obvious It’s where the spirits pose Questions heaven and … Continue reading →

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A friend who just passed

Posted on February 18, 2024 by Rex Tyler

There was always a smile Jokingly he Came across as a man In his company No one felt miserable He was a guy Whose jollity lit up The earth and the sky At Roll rights he cared Heartfelt was he … Continue reading →

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Gangland

Posted on January 19, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Cat abuse gangs They are growing It’s done to order we hear China is king of abusers The Internet watchers It’s clear Evil exists very majorly Ugliness frightful and wrong Seemingly tortured to order In a world where it shouldn’t … Continue reading →

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Mari Lwyd

Posted on December 28, 2023 by Rex Tyler

We owe it to Simon A Druidic man Who loves Wassailing And has many a fan South Wales old traditions Of visiting those Groups bands of players With bells on their toes An old grey mare An eponymous horse A … Continue reading →

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Winter Sostice

Posted on December 26, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Ritual, men and women Work through their sacred rites Close to the great Sarsons Stop and feel the heights Of neolithic stones Sat on top, of the moor Placed there by the gatherers with energy as raw As the biting … Continue reading →

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Stonehenge

Posted on December 21, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Go south west folks Up the A303 And drive Passed Stone Henge See what you see Serenity sits suggestively she A selection of stones So majestically Ancient you know it Great Sarson’s you see And there in the footprint Artifact’s … Continue reading →

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Stonehenge

Posted on December 16, 2023 by Rex Tyler

I am ok it’s just Stonehenge is clearly a special place being disrespected by our government order adding to a Druids lamentation by stating a need to change its status by using Labouring machinery to facilitate a tunnel a positional … Continue reading →

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Our poor Hares

Posted on December 13, 2023 by Rex Tyler

looks like a lino cut print From a while Ago The dear Hares Hunted we know Living on lands Shared with us all Including the hunters Having a ball With their dogs And their vile hearts Killing the Hare Torturing … Continue reading →

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The sky above us all

Posted on December 8, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The sky that wondrous lid atop our world It’s always been There in all its glory Colourful a scene Of billowing clouds And myriad colours So comforting it be A star filled escarpment Bounded in a starlit galaxy The sun … Continue reading →

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Stone Henge

Posted on November 29, 2023 by Rex Tyler

It’s a travesty It’s a nonsense These Conservatives by name Tunnels and Perishing earth upheavals The A303 to blame Congestion people gazing Slowing traffic down So let’s move Stone Henge Or cover it up In mud and earth let’s drown … Continue reading →

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Stone Henge

Posted on November 28, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The ignorance&arrogance Be4 our 👀this day setting out 2damage Stone Henge finding a way Of delving back in history The irreverence we c Talk of tunnels &ground works Such contemptibility It’s idiocy personified It really makes no sense Let’s Use … Continue reading →

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Hawthorn Hart

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

A babbling Brook In our privacy We Took ritual to task Deliberately A wild stretch of greenery Dotted in flower Where horses stand peacefully Their chance to devour The freshness of Autumn Each cooling desire Look over yonder Our beautiful … Continue reading →

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Samhain

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

It be 3.00 am And awake I be Samhains shadows Delightedly Turn forests into light filled places Deers and foxes show their faces Portals to a distant view A thinning veil Stands good and true A secret sense A soulful … Continue reading →

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