Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Ancestral arrival

Posted on May 21, 2023 by Rex Tyler

An amazing exponential benevolence Succeeds From the watching and the guarding Caretaking that feeds Love and great affection Ancestral sentinels Who became my chaperones With, their profound spells

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Tapping clapping Beltaine

Posted on May 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The colourful the given green What is the true aquamarine The dancing feet the clapping sticks The moss-green emerald flashing ticks Of joyous dance and clapping too A kaleidoscopic point of view BELTAINE’s wisdom magically Brings the light to share

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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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Beltaine ‘s greenery

Posted on May 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Green faced forest merriment Beryl olivine See the greenwood verdancy And tiny eyes that shine Moss green lichens liken To the bottle-green desire Beltaine‘s firery ardour Of it I cannot tire

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Apple blossom time

Posted on April 30, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Apple blossom time The reason for my rhyme Those delicious apples full of sweet In October will be complete Crisp and rosy juicy too Every morning all the dew And sunshine and the July rain Sees perfection once again.

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Heavy Raindrops

Posted on April 24, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Heavy Raindrops drenched in hail Spring flowers buffeted might they fail Elegant tulips blossoms glow It’s cold enough it seems to snow A sky of porridge dripping grey Beech leaves born this month The day Welcomes coppery Lacey leaves The … Continue reading →

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Rollright Fey

Posted on April 20, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The rollright fae Have passed away They stood south of the circle where History saw The kings men ignore The aged crone Her spell alone Given to the soldiers King “Go no farther do not bring” Your entourage into our … Continue reading →

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La Belle Tinne

Posted on April 18, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Sounds like a blast Like a rave like a show Pagan attractions Where we go with the flow With Morris foot tapping And sincerity And people like Simon Well then it will be Marvellous La Belle Tinne

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Witches and Hares

Posted on April 14, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Witches may ride on the long ears and skywards Be chased by the hunters with dogs who might fly Hares surface living, are always for giving Bright spells and immunity Which my dears is why The craft and the wizardry … Continue reading →

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Morris the music I love

Posted on April 13, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Mythago’s antics,dances and all A fine bunch of pagans Who answer our call With foot tapping wizardry And make up to show Jollity,happiness helping life flow Minstrelsy out pourings Vital refrains Melodious,hummable Recitative gains Thrumming and strumming And improvisation Stick … Continue reading →

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Faery

Posted on March 24, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Where the diminutive folk oft dwell The land of faery I know well The other worlds where trance and dream Are really not what it does seem Faery realms intensify In consciousness they multiply Obscure and potent spirit souls Creating … Continue reading →

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Rosemary

Posted on February 15, 2023 by Rex Tyler

There are sweet flowers On my Rosemary In the frosty shine Tiny lilac fairy bells Clearly it’s a sign Spring is around the corner The light is coming fast A blue sky tops the morning A magic spell be cast

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Awakenings at Imbolc

Posted on February 5, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The magic of the unworldly At Imbolc we proclaim The epitome of divination It be the very same A spell and incantation. In darkness sat us three The witching time was prevalent A Stygian gloom was key Settled on top … Continue reading →

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Posted on January 15, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Thankfully dry a burnt orange sky The megalithic pose A circle of magnificence Upon a hill it rose A grove of trees around it Upon this Solstice day Roll Rights place of mystery Frequented by the Fae Behold the Bells … Continue reading →

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Full moon poem

Posted on December 8, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Full it seems to want to steal the sky So much delight Rapturously golden Stealing half the night It’s gloriousness so opportune glowing in the sky Where moon men walk so et’s chalk Their messages on high

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The urn

Posted on November 25, 2022 by Rex Tyler

This urn holds the dust That was once me my darling I never dared tell you How much I loved you My revelation Witch of the wild wood My inspiration The crafte of the good

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The mountain Witches

Posted on November 23, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Appalachians the mountain people a mix of the Aboriginie Scots-Irish: German Indigenous Blacks Sub Saharan  Ancestry   a hard life purely physical ,an awful lot of poverty Patriarchy ruling hard Company owned towns where women brought a healing a magical … Continue reading →

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Game bird deities

Posted on November 11, 2022 by Rex Tyler

grouse &other game birds shot 2death Stripped of life &soul 1000’s of them made 2feel Great bitterness of role A vile vendetta 4the corvidae who b Goddess protectors in the skies Against shooters rich a plea The capitalists r foe … Continue reading →

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Avalon

Posted on November 7, 2022 by Rex Tyler

I Avalon the island Where the best apples grow Where magick is dotted everywhere And many a wizard crow Partakes of honest melody Beyond the bold terrain Revelations cometh A mystical refrain Falls across the many hills For otherworldly gain

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Artemis vulgaris or common Mugwort

Posted on November 5, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Feathery fuzzy Flame like shape underside is pale Top side darker By relief compact soil A belief In lucid dreaming Also It might make u pee It spreads a lot A musty smell Magic yes it be Feminine ruled by … Continue reading →

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Mari Lwyd

Posted on November 5, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Mari Lwyd From an ancient source An eponymous hobby horse A real life skull Mounted on a pole Under sack cloth a role Of respect Playing fiddles Bedecked with bells And colourful ribbons And age old spells Rhiannon she Rode … Continue reading →

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It happened at the Roll Rights

Posted on October 30, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The thorn took a share of my lace dress violating the skin on my thigh with a steady hand engrossed in pain protecting my dress I was torn between the coldness of the night air and the piercing scream within … Continue reading →

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Druidic predilection

Posted on October 17, 2022 by Rex Tyler

A druid once told me crows at Stone henge were there for the stale bread thrown their way a concoction of ugliness crows you see,they are there being profoundly  led by the magick their true responsiveness shows them the way … Continue reading →

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Stonehenge and the arrogance surrounding itcall

Posted on October 6, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Losing sight of Stonehenge The unconcern it’s there The arrogance and ignorance A cancer of despair A plethora of vehicles Saturation here Congestion the suggestion Irreverence is clear A stony indifference The henges composure here Obliterate the sight of it … Continue reading →

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Avalon

Posted on October 6, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The steps picked out by light A vivid representation A golden halo of a sun The wondrous improvisation Avalons intensity Its spellbinding display Of diadems and gloriousness It’s a wonderful wonderful day

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Fire in the sky

Posted on October 5, 2022 by Rex Tyler

There is fire in the sky There is light in the sky a conflagration An illumination from the TOR It depicts A fabulous sight The levels are stunning Even more from this height.

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Michelle

Posted on October 3, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Is it an oil painting Classically trained A lass with a camera She’s been ordained By me the old poet Words are my king Michelle a great artist Who shares everything

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TOR

Posted on October 2, 2022 by Rex Tyler

A swirl of lateral thinking Wings externally A gorgeous hue of golden leaf To the outermost degree A marvellous configuration Picked out by light and dark Clearly in proportion It’s where it makes it’s mark

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Squall

Posted on October 1, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Gold fire out of dark grey cloud Rain it’s coming good and loud Getting wetter I can say At the beginning of today Light looks fine the TOR does too The grass green Makes a splendid view Glastonbury sees it … Continue reading →

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Avalon

Posted on September 27, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The sky appears cantankerous An angry disposition Greying at the temples Not in the best condition The TOR though stands obsessing It knows it’s place is set Fair for since it has been there Avalon paid its debt

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