Taking The Flame
It's true, I was idealistic when I was young
I saw everything in black and white
But now, everything's gray and complex
I fought for the seals and whales
And for justice for all
Blame the white man who stole the land
From indigenous peoples around the world
That's when I was young
Now, things are worse
The oceans are filled with plastic
Accidents Of Footsteps
Rain your heart with its inside soft tissues
The stimulus of the thoughts that from there fly
Every hour of the weaving dark dripping issues
Into the earth and up to the very high
Believes to be amused in with its ham
Rainforest leaves promoting natural lines
The instincts of ways in every lurked sham
The core of it all that no one defines
Accidents of footsteps in its own while
The Chase
No rainforest can hold me
No desert can leave me thristy
As I look for you
Where are you, love?
When will you save me with a kiss?
Let me gaze into the night's sky
And see yr face
Holding me like no other
As I am frightened that I quiver
The cold cannot stop me looking for you
Living Is A Challenge
Living is a challenge
Life is not the same
Me poet Yeps Poet
Life is not the same,
Everything altered.
Corona has made us
down-to-earth and miserable,
All is gone for forever,
Haircut
I get off the IRT in front of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture after riding an early
Amtrak from Philly to get a hair cut at what used to be the Harlem "Y" barbershop. It gets me in at ten to
ten. Waiting, I eat fish cakes at the Pam Pam and listen to the ladies call out orders: bacon-biscuit twice,
scrambled scrambled fried, over easy, grits, country sausage on the side. Hugh is late. He shampoos me,
says "I can't remember, Girlfriend, are you tender-headed?" From the chair I notice the mural behind me
Woolworth's
for Greg Fallon
A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window.
I don't think anyone notices the afternoon clouds turning pink along the horizon,
sunlight dripping down the stone facades,
the ancient names of old stores fading like the last century
above the street, above the Spandex women who adjust their prize buttocks,
sweating in the sun as I wonder how this city that has no more memory of itself
than a river has of rain, survives.
'' A Rainbow Coloured God ''
God gave us colours in our daily routine,
A clear blue sky the grass so green,
The colours of the mammals, all the life in the seas,
Our rainforest habitat they're all there to please.
Our colour's a gift which we can use and enjoy,
Yet it's also an issue we can use to destroy,
This subject is unique to the human race,
That we can judge another by the colour on their face.
Queen Kong
I remember peeping in at his skyscraper room
and seeing him fast asleep. My little man.
I'd been in Manhattan a week,
making my plans; staying at 2 quiet hotels
in the Village, where people were used to strangers
and more or less left you alone. To this day
I'm especially fond of pastrami on rye.
I digress. As you see, this island's a paradise.
He'd arrived, my man, with a documentary team
Rainforest Life & Dreams Part 2
The rainforest is green with its beauty,
It is pure and holy like the greatest palace,
Where kings and queens roam,
In all their unrequited glory,
For the rainforest could tell many stories,
Stories of love and destruction,
Of people walking its depths,
And seeing the variety of wildlife,
That lingers there,
And makes beautiful paintings and photographs,
A Forest Full Of Trees
A FOREST FULL OF TREES
As I entered the rainforest the other day,
Where the trees stood tall and free,
I looked up in amazement,
Since they couldn’t look down on me!
The trees raised their heads and hands,
In a thanks giving gesture to the Gods,
While I stood dwarfed by those trees,
The passing time I forgot!
You Were Never A Little Girl
Your world is fragile glass
Every day breaking like bones
Against the heartless pavement
Of this dingy city where dreams disappear
In the blink of an eye
Like a thousand species
Growing extinct
In the dying rainforest.
Divorce and disintegrating family life
Birds 18 - The Malabar Grey Hornbill
A loud laugh, a hysterical cackle!
I got up with a start early morning,
opened my eyes. I was in
my friend's house in Wayanad
It was a Malabar Gray Hornbill
we had sighted a few days back
in plantations in the slopes below
resident of the dense forests too
of the hills of the Western Ghats.
Infamous Depths Celtic Heritage Time Calling
celtic artists unique voices soulful insights
rainforest dripping flooding rivers of words
wet downpour drowning in layered meanings
bush time wild weather mosquito time infuses souls
sliding into time scale thoughts reflective eruptions
burning bridges flaming banners reasons intensities
driftwood fallen leaf lives fires bush shores eternities
within sand oceans shores harmonies eternities whispers
Concrete Jungle
He swings his torch high and low,
piercing the dark undergrowth, green and lush,
casting a glow across the swampy places.
Leeches creep onto his laces,
and wheedle their way up his trouser legs,
these bloodsuckers are the dregs,
adhering to the skin on his shin.
They hang on tight. Gee, how they bite!
'' We Are Destroying The Planet Earth ''
Draw a nail from the wood,
You weaken the frame,
The wind won't be withstood,
Because it's structure you maim.
By melting the ice caps,
The worlds oceans will rise?
Then the land will collapse,
Right in front of our eyes.
A Sense Of Awe Overwhelming
once upon a track high in the Kahurangi National Park
it was not a park then just locally known Wangapeka Track
I read psalms in alpine mountains below alpine heights
a sense of awe overwhelming joy beyond endurance
settles in mind soul coalesces into a damp understorey
dense red and silver beech forest entrance delight eyes
double crepe fern kiwakiwa ferns abundant carpet
mosses lichens always steals soul enchants foot
My Stella- No -44
My stella 44
Thy lap is my rest
In the forest of life a selfless empty shell,
An arbor of dandelion,
A corny storm that whizzes within clump,
A shower that bears no upshot.
I am a mind crimped and careless.
The morning sloppy and poahy with vapour smothered with dewy delphinium.
Resume
There isn't a
N A M E
to fill in the
void of personality.
Even thousands of
E X P E R I E N C E
each imprinted on
the hall of F A M E
won't add any
H O N O R on your
Camouflage Me
Enthralled by programmes on aquatic life -
sun fish swim upside down when they wish,
camouflaged rock-fish precision-jump thus
devour prey at lightning speed; you will not
stop to listen to my aquatic praise-song
Your Holy Grail quest is fixing and currently
the lawn has your attention - while I stare at
aggressive rock crabs, elephant fish & coral
reefs called ‘rainforest of the ocean deep' &
Jaguar
A jaguar got power.
A jaguar got skill.
But in its final hour,
A jaguar has to kill.
The jaguar lives in the rainforest.
Where it hides to live.
When hunters come with bullets on their chest,
They leave with pelts to give.
Their only sanctuaries is the zoo for it’s refuge.
With their nice habitable facilities;