You and me

Posted on August 17, 2025 by Rex Tyler

You and me
We shall agree
Whether ape or pig or goose
Love and light
Day and night
Butterfly or Bee or Moose
Elephant or tiger snake
Honestly I am no fake
You and me
We do agree

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Lynx

Posted on August 17, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Such primitiveness of shape and form

Whose feline worth

whose perfect storm
whose primal scream

oh venerable one

behold whose action be undone

 

winged and powerfully

Could be a jinn

whose epiphany

Is wearing thin

the venerated spirit wakes
a mesmerist for all our sakes

she be a Lynx of bobcat stock
an antediluvian  from a flock

of faerie folk of long ago

hatched purposefully

as well we know

 

winged was she

a flighted soul

Imagined  in each spectral role

a snarling ectoplasmic roar

gently  broached  and flighted for

 

winged, desiring airborne light

in an instant purposeful flight

the mystical
the honourable fay

whose spirit comes

with the break of day

 

oh Lynx you snarling epiphany

a climbing grabbing mystery

your colours match the seasons gifts

as powerfully your body lifts

 

your ascension cometh

And All can see

what is in fact illusory

A concocted and imagined

Rhyme

Whose feyness

spreads it’s light

through  time

 

a flighted feline

mystically

howls and roars

intentionally.

 

Happy Birthday My dearest Dear

24th August

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

feline worth

 

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Animals need loving

Posted on August 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Life is love
And love is care
Animals nurture
Animals share
It’s something we all should be aware
Of Not killing and torturing them
For profit

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Oil

Posted on August 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Ecuador it’s jungle

greener than any i have  ever seen

bear witness to the undergrowth

really honestly to have beenAmongst the best

in tangled spheres

where wildness witnesses constant tears

where the Indigenous  live and playIts the oil men now who get their way

digging in a paradise

spoiling ruining  on a throw of dice

death a constancy

threat and grief

total ruin it’s their belief

Ecuador  protect  and run

the myriad tree life

under the sun

life is life there

as for oil

the

darkly spirit

that destroys soil

kills off life force

ends what’s true

we must protect

them

that’s my view

 

they leave their mess

in pools to fester

Toxic waste of course they pester

The angelic tribes

of course they do

 

 

 

 

 

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An old elephant sighs

Posted on August 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Mohanmala stood her ground
A giant the biggest around
Fought off poachers the heartless men
Wildness lived inside her,

when
She came upon them her size her roar
Meant something

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Shooting from darkly hides

Posted on August 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Our feathered friends
Delight us so
Birds of a feather
Should never go
With the thrust of cordite
The lead of soul
Standing in hides
The cowards we know
Rich of pocket
Heartless fools
Whose blood and guts
Taint Countless pools

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I was born and Englishman

Posted on August 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

I was born an Englishman
As a baby in the war
In my lovely mothers arms
In the Anderson shelter more
Than ever buzz bombs raging
Ration books and strife
I was born in London Town

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Goats

Posted on August 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Balance and poise
Is one of my joys
As goats we can clamber and leap
The mountainous paths
The rocks ventures
We fly without wind
And we reap

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Glastonbury

Posted on August 16, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Look in the distance
What can we see
A beautiful tower
And of course history
And mystery calling
Glastonbury’s name
The magic is every where
So poets claim
And
John Wickes 9
Does eternally shine

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Glastonbury

Posted on August 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

The eight legged architectural builder
Using silks with such acclaim
Weaving unbelievable traps
Honestly it’s a lovely game
Glastonbury born and bred
Stared at closely by Michelle
Putting me on line she said
Something she does  well.

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A plea from a Stag

Posted on August 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Those disagreeable rotters
Hunters so to say
Who chase my brethren
Everywhere
Making our hearts pay
Giving us the frighteners
Shooting us at will
Leave us alone for goodness sake

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Lloyds Plumbing and Heating. Porthmadog

Posted on August 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Talk about efficient

These Plumbers  really be

resourceful, they are disciplined

Such  scrupulosity

nothing phases either of them

both are cheerfully

willing and convivial

unflappable in fact

Level  headed easy going

its great how they react

intuitive and on the ball

they pull together, they

are adept and logical

and skilful in the way

reliable and resourceful

I have to say that, I

appreciated their rapport

solving problems which is why

 

Paragons of Plumbing

reliable are they

buoyant and convivial

in every single way

a joy to leave them at it

Where both of them are key

They clean up after working

so capable I say

full on ingenuity

and trustworthy they be

unequalled in my experience

and a cheerful authenticity.

 

 

Dafyd and Owen

Lloyds  Plumbing and Heating

 

07534436754

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Oil on the boil

Posted on August 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A sweeping oil auction

is now underway

the Congo is reeling

it’s a vile display

Bonobo’s are precious

Bonobo’s are true

we love the forest

The LILUNGU

 

 

These wonderful angels

they need us to be

forthright and protective

Its no mystery

Oil and the Congo

Honest it’s why

We must protect wildlife

we must.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Save the Bonobo’s

Posted on August 14, 2025 by Rex Tyler
One million acres
That’s what they need
Bonobo’s forever
Watching them bleed
Out their survival
Means everything, they
Need. Our protection
It’s the only way
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Watendlath

Posted on August 12, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Just look here

in a soft repose

and lets  create

a solution  for the solace

and that criss  cross gate

a dry stone implementation

a constancy  of soul

covered with  such greenery

it be the mothers role

to beautify

and to lend the eye

To  a reason just to stroll.

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Can you hear their hearts failing

Posted on August 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Those piglets were thrown

in the hole  and they cried

their little hearts beating

life for them denied

swags porkers life forms

the earth on their backs

we watch are they destined

for hell,   they relax

alone in their darkness

inner screams sound

shovel after shovel

in their pit underground

gasping

for air

Suffering so

the farmer  gave them the big nod  as we know

 

One day the farmer

will get his reward

when he lies in his box

and achieves a reward

maybe on his death bed

The porkers he’s killed

will come back to haunt him

 

 

 

 

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8.30pm Dolgellau

Posted on August 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

There’s a warmth in the clouds

almost a smile

Dolgellau’s at peace

It seems for a while

a stillness of plant life

the mountains they doze

light and composure

even a rose

At the head of my gate

as pink as can be

Its thorns really sharp

hang ominously.

 

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Buried alive

Posted on August 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

they cannot survive
When buried alive
Imagine their thoughts
As the farmer escorts
These beautiful beasts
Into hell and the soil
Shovel after shovel
Hearts bursting they toil
To get out of this pit
Frightened as hell
They were alive

Breathe in and the smell of burning fear
becomes tragically inevitable

 

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LLYN CYNWCH

Posted on August 10, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Where the brown trout and the sea trout

come to feed along the way.

where mountains gaze and touch the sky

every single day

the solitude and  tranquillity

Nature at its best

the tall trees in the local woods

their energy, such zest

for life attracting plants

and wondrous cover everywhere

we amble on the banks

and take in the cool air

the legends  how the faeries

came

their tales of  spells and potencies

ancient as each day is long

the sheep the lambs

our hearts true song

,,

Mingle with the wildness

in the water  yes we know

there be a marble palace

somewhere down below

 

dark woods bursting skywards

creeping wild souls they

spend their lives together

and with . the faery folk they play

the dry stone walls

true barriers

attracting  moss and reed

Jason Cawood,

the corvidae

the solid silvery sheen

a name that brightens and reflects

where the magical

has been

 

Welsh Water from the reservoir

this wholly beautiful place

the air all share

and are aware

where many a wild soul chase

the story of the meadow of the bellringer

we read

and all these spells these wooded dells

where poets doth concede

 

magic from the mountains

from the waterfalls

the lakes

the ancientness that surely blessThe people

and it takes

a silent understanding

of our whereabouts and we

residents of  Dolgellau  and it s surroundings

honourably

 

Love this place  we call home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ten minutes from Dolgellau

Posted on August 10, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Massive Pines

straight to the sky

sharing the light

as we drive by

 

rocks and white water

splash and teem

ancient root stocks

scuff and cream

 

over the bridge

where. The brown trout seemingly

panning

goes   on there

Quietly dreamingly

 

The rush and tumble

now they be

out and about there.

Famously

great excitement

through and through

what we see with our eyes

is true

 

the rough and tumble

The excitement  here

From where I sleep

is really near

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Egged on by monsters

Posted on August 6, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Imagine the feeling
Waking up from a sleep
Tossed into heaps
The egg industry reap
Such squalid intention
Such heartless desire
Little lives lost
In what is a quagmire

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Monday 4/8. Storm Floris

Posted on August 4, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A wet and windy start to Monday

a dankness in the air

the countryside is wringing wet

puddles everywhere

 

drizzling droplets raininess

the ducks I am sure impressed

as light is coming into play

its an enormous test

 

for the window panes and the guttering

tempestuous it be

the hedgerows get a battering

squally and blustery

 

the mountains have gone

just  clouds I see

no outline anymore

cyclonic in a truer sense

and a biting wind feels raw

 

Dolgellau lost in wetness

in drizzle and in spray

it really is a deluge

a real douche of a day.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Faroes salmon

Posted on August 3, 2025 by Rex Tyler

They talk up the word
Ethics on farms
Hundreds of salmon
Let’s sing them psalms
For the dead and the dying
The crippled the rank
Half eaten lice ridden
Drawing a blank
Don’t buy their salmon
Give it a miss
Anything otherwise
Is taking the piss

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Tiny babies and live exports

Posted on August 2, 2025 by Rex Tyler

BRITTANY  ferries

exporting . Babies

imagine the adversity

dairies flog off infants
Live shipments

the violent infamy.

 

adverse terrible  circumstances

pining for their mothers who

struggle in their misery

calamitous it’s true

 

hapless wretched suffering

stricken and accursed they

stolen  from their mother breasts

that my friends it is no way

 

the dairies are obnoxious places

miserable and very vile

and it’s all done for profit

its certainly not

for style.

 

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The clarity of August

Posted on August 2, 2025 by Rex Tyler

So well defined

the clarity of mountains

on the clearest day

August and Dolgellau

sun kissed rocks

and shadows

escarpments ridges who can say

a blue sky

So observable

unmistakably

 

a wondrous field of vision

highlighted glaringly

 

manifesting beauty

the lucidity of soul

A diaphanous disclosure

in its luminary role.

 

Snowdonia

Survives in a spectrum of

brilliance

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Two apples

Posted on August 1, 2025 by Rex Tyler

It’s a bright and clear evening

the bushes are sparkling

sunlit and wonderful

 

i thought that I

would go up to the terrace

and pick me an apple

one with a rosy bloom

 

juicy and sweet

the suns showing off all the tonal frivolity

the town looks resplendent

 

both of them juicy

down to my agility

the grass rather slippery
Its freshness so vital

straight off the tree

cold mountain air

and pent up dew

got my teeth into one of them

only a few

ready to eat

but home grown spectacularly

the boughs quite a view

at least twent apples

waiting to ripen

sucking up all of that mist

from the sky

Building  the minerals

and all that fibre
have

ing them home grown

is the reason why.

 

 

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Cader Idris. And the sky above

Posted on August 1, 2025 by Rex Tyler

The lightest of blues

a halo of glory

caressing our mountain

a wonderful story

 

long before seven

what we could see

was this beautiful shade

clearly a key

to a day of true colour

in these regions our

Eyes are excited

impressionably

 

 

Moelwynion  sadly

bathed in a mist

dark grey quite steely

its hard  to resist

staring

at mountains

For  actually they

are indicative really

about each new day.

 

 

 

635 am  from Awelfa

 

 

 

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Rhinocerus

Posted on August 1, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Their prehistoric calibre
Proves to god most high
That trophy hunting prowess
On it we shan’t deny
The few are losing kudos
The many understand
Murdering the gifted
Will never be see as grand

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Night time approaching Dolgellau

Posted on July 31, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Sunlight swept into

Dolgellau  tonight

emblazoned with golden rays
really a sight

not just for sore eyes

the sleepier ones

a depiction of each frontage

the sunlight stuns

ones senses, to see such a picturesque view

the fae and the mountains

all of it true

a representation of

picture book scenes

as the darkness draws in

it is then,  all the greens

Merge into the background

and hide in  the trees

as  the shadows emerge

and the great night skies seize

control, of the mountain top

angry perhaps

a fading a shading

and the godliest laps

imaginable.

 

 

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Total un fair salmon farming and pilot whale massacres

Posted on July 31, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Farming gods wild creaturesIs arrogance galore
The Faroes think they have got it
All they possess is gore
Beautiful wild pilot whales
Great Families come to see
Their islands and are chopped up
By VIKING mentality
What chance super salmon
No chance at all.

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