Category Archives: Poetry

There is a world around the corner

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There is a world around the corner

There is a world around the corner,

A place I have never been.

A place my heart has sought forever,

A world where everyone is free.

 

There is a world around the corner,

That is free of suffering and pain.

Where people say I love you,

And smile and stop and make an offering before moving on again.

 

There is a world around the corner,

Where people are always happy,

They smile and dance and play.

There IS a world around the corner,

Where one day we will all be FREE.

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When Words Are Not Enough

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When Words Are Not Enough

This is an expanded version of a piece I wrote some time ago  It has grown and changed with the telling 

It expresses my concern for the planet and they way we are governed 

I hope to leave my grandchildren a better world than is depicted here

I do believe there is hope otherwise I would be so overwhelmed by the misery and destruction that surrounds us 

Within my head the words, thoughts and ideas run riot.

I worry about growing older and where the path will lead me.

But that all fades into nothingness now.

I worry about fracking and open cut mining and deforestation.

And the world I leave to those who will follow.

 

I worry about the people all over this country

Who can’t drink or bathe in their water,

Because it is polluted and burns their skin and causes illness.

I worry at the rise in still-born births in areas where mining is heaviest.

And corporations who truck in drinking water for their employee’s safety.

 

I worry about a government that sends its worldlings in the dark of night,

To take families with babies, to camps offshore where there is no help

No protection, only chaos, abuse and misery.

I worry that we have a government that does not care.

That has no compassion for the stateless, the sick or the elderly.

 

I worry that companies who rape our land and are paid millions in tax refunds.

I worry about media control, centralization and agencies who dictate what we see and hear.

I worry about the ongoing erosion of our personal freedoms

When many don’t even seem to see how our privacy is being invaded.

We post online every minute detail of our life.

 

We don’t interact one on one anymore but exist in texting

The electronic matrix steals our selfies and they can never be removed,

They will exist forever in some cyberspace collective of information,

I worry why and who has access to this information

It sits waiting to be mined and used, for what?

 

I worry that no one seems to care that the world is being torn apart,

Not simply by unjust laws, bigotry and discrimination;

But by Nature herself with earthquakes, cyclones and unseasonal weather.

By an act of climate change our government denies even exists.

I worry that the earth’s lubricants are being stripped and the plates are moving.

 

I worry that the planets lungs are being ravaged and destroyed.

I worry about mega international corporations who spray and pour poison our fields,

In the name of feeding the world.

Fracking where we grow our food and the effluent seeping into the water table.

I worry about those who genetically manipulate crops without understanding the cellular impact.

 

I worry that we are blind to the damage we are causing.

To the damage, I am causing every day with my throw away lifestyle.

I worry when government blurs the line between personal belief and governance.

I worry about those in boats who have to flee their place of birth,

Those who risk death on the open sea or imprisonment for a chance of freedom.

 

I worry about the children who face racial hatred because of the colour of their skin,

Or because they pray five times a day, or once a week on Sunday.

Minority groups are easy targets for those who practice genocide.

Christian, Moslem, Buddhist, Jainist, Atheist, Black, White, Brown….

Why does it matter what another believes or the colour of their skin?

 

“If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

If you poison us, do we not die?”

Shakespeare wrote those words around 1597

Nothing has changed.

 

Be content, be compassionate, be caring, be open minded

Live your life not theirs.

I worry that the most dangerous species on the planet is man.

We become remorseful when we hear of atrocities and say,

“We must not let this happen again.”

 

But somehow we forget and it all begins again.

Or did it never cease and the inhumanity flows like a poisoned thought.

From country to country, it is always there never really receding

Sitting silent waiting for the next power-hungry mogul

To rise from the dark and begin the cycle again.

  

I worry when I see hooded protestors on our streets

Who sprout vile obscenities and threaten peaceful protest.

Where is the courage of their belief that they must hide their faces?

I worry when any governments greed for power overrides compassion,

When winning an election is more important than saving a life.

 

I worry we have no regard for the value of a life.

I worry that power and money are more important than human life or the life of this planet.

I worry that we have lost the understanding of the words, sentient and compassion.

Gandhi once said, “The pursuit of truth does not permit violence on one’s opponent.”

Without these words, I worry we have forgotten, what it is to be HUMAN.

WHO ARE WE?

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WHO ARE WE?

Who are we to send our youth to fight on foreign soil?
Who are we that pass the laws that cause our young to perish on another’s shores?
Who are we to declare the threat of terrorism is at our door?
We simply send our youth to fight, supposedly to defend our shores.

We freely toss around the word democracy;
Do we really know what it means?
Is it attainable, are we wanted, would we be missed?
Or is this simply a crafty politicians ruse.

One that results in acts that create untold misery
An aching void in what once we called our lucky land.
Are we fools to believe that peace ever existed at all?
“Lest We Forget”, but we do and the horror starts anew.

Who are we that weep for loved ones lost,
Who are we that care for broken minds and bodies on return?
We are mothers, fathers, spouses, brothers, sisters,
Who support the powers that send our kids to war.

WORDS AND WEAPONS

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WORDS AND WEAPONS

Shakespeare said;
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them?

Surak said;
Tilek svi’khaf-spol t’vathu – tilek svi’sha’veh:
The spear in the other’s heart is the spear in your own (For you are he).

Why do we wound each other so with words?
You support and mentor, guide and empathise.
Then the new kid on the block arrives
They know more than you
They know better than you.

Your feelings are trampled
Your words are misused
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful
But what you have said is distasteful”
Those words in themselves shout disrespect.

You have your own view
I can respect it
Please respect mine.
Neither is one hundred percent right
Nor one hundred percent wrong.

Don’t trample on my words and thoughts
Don’t hold me up to ridicule.
I should not have to defend my feelings
Don’t be last word Johnny.

We all experience life and what it has to offer in different ways
We are all unique individuals.
When you can walk in my shoes and feel my pain
Then you will have a right to comment.

Until then show some compassion and understanding for others
Don’t preen in public.
Acknowledge you don’t know everything
Practice compassion.

When the time comes for you to stand in this space
My hope for you is that there will be someone
To hold your hand and walk with you.

‘The spear in the other’s heart is the spear in your own – (For you are he).’

A RAINY NIGHT IN THE HINTERLAND

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A RAINY NIGHT IN THE A HINTERLAND

Sleep evades me, I am weary, and the rain is no soft pattering lullaby.

But a relentless thrumming, crashing, roaring all around.

Tanks are overflowing, curtains of water cascade from guttering to ground.

Roaring, thudding loudly on the roof, finally

Exhausted I escape the unrelenting noise with sleep.

Awakened by the absence of noise, a complete stillness.

No insect, or night bird call, nothing.

No creak or snap to break the silence of the darkness.

Ears strain in the shadows for any sound other than my breathing

Then

The soft sibilant hiss of approaching rain breaks the silence.

Stronger, louder, roaring like a train thundering closer and closer.

Rain unyielding closes in, locking out the world with a wall of moving silver.

The cycle begins anew, to escape sleep beckons again.

Awake.

The quiet is broken by the kookaburra’s call,

The night has ended.

Pink flushes the grey veil as dawn struggles to be noticed.

The morning melodies commence.

The mountains wear their shawl of clouds,

And with a damp kiss the day dawns

With the promise of more rain to come.

WHERE ARE WE GOING

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I worry about advancing age and where the path will lead me.

But that fades into nothingness.

I worry about fracking and open cut mining and deforestation.

And the world I leave to my grandsons.

I worry about the people up North,

Who can’t drink or bathe in their water,

Because it is polluted and burns their skin and causes illness.

I worry at the rise in still-born births in areas where mining is heaviest.

I worry about a government that sends minions in the dark of night,

To take families with babies to camps off shore where there is no help

No protection only chaos.

I worry that we have a government that does not care.

That has no compassion for the stateless, the sick, the elderly or the young with dementia.

I worry about a company that is paid millions in tax refunds

To a news agency who dictates what we see and hear in the media.

I worry that no one seems to care that the world is being torn apart,

Not simply by unjust laws, bigotry and discrimination;

But by Nature herself with earthquakes, cyclones, unseasonal weather.

I worry that the earth’s lubricants are being stripped and the plates are moving.

I worry that the planets lungs are being ravaged and destroyed.

I worry about the poisons poured into our fields,

Where we grow our food and seeping into the water table.

I worry that we are blind to the damage we are causing.

To the damage I am causing every day with our throw away style of living.

I worry we have no regard for the value of a life.

I worry that power and money are more important that human life or the life of this planet.

I worry that we have lost the understanding of the words sentient and compassion.

I worry we have forgotten what it is to be human.

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We must stop fracking before it is too l ate