Poetry Blog by Rich
Tags from last 12 months
on Division (Mon, 27 May 2019 02:40 pm)
on Stone (Sun, 3 Mar 2019 01:09 pm)
I am a crime – the planet is my victim, even in my intent to save her.
Until now, I’ve had the defence of innocence – now removed in new awareness.
I care about clear-felled virgin forests, species loss, carbon release, destruction.
I eat plant material and plant based foods, plentiful and affordable.
I avoid meat and dairy, not contributing to the awful consequences.
I joined the u...
Sunday 30th June 2019 9:23 pm
Woops – there goes another one.
I’m not the first to notice.
Hopefully, I’m not the last.
I’d hate that, can you imagine?
To be the last human to notice
Another species going extinct.
Just think about where and when that would be.
I really don’t want that to be me.
Tuesday 4th June 2019 1:30 pm
We’ve argued whether to leave or remain,
opinion reigning where fact is scarce or false,
creating division between fellow peoples.
Our society is complex; divided, too –
we have purposefully created an out and in,
with no real reason to pit one against other.
We’re people sharing a planet – that’s the point;
plastic is synthetic; politics is as well –
Monday 27th May 2019 2:29 pm
I hurt someone today, you know what, I did.
I purchased a T-shirt, cotton, from Egypt.
They used up water from artesian wells,
Now dry, in the desert, away from the Nile.
The cotton was picked, nearly for free,
And so it was made, least it seems thus to me.
Three pounds fifty is what I forked out,
An amount you’ll agree isn’t a spree.
I can clothe my fam...
Wednesday 22nd May 2019 9:23 am
Stress related illness, mental hardship – life-battle against grain wears down resistance.
Going through the mill and getting stuck between the grindstones shatters, defeats resilience.
Time off – to heal, away from the harum and the scarum, away from rush-hassle.
Calm self-space to drift-chill away-bob in mind-meander thought-loops.
Luxuriant mind-doldrums feather deep-release easy ch...
Thursday 9th May 2019 12:37 pm
The thought’s the baddie – truth cuts, reality bites
but the blade’s now dull, the teeth worn, the maw weakened
through over use, in eager, demented mind-gnaws.
Paranoia nurdles into your head, lying,
makes-believe pain awaits, humiliation traps
the brave, forcing hunker-fear and isolation.
Your thoughts won’t happen, reality is not that:
seek and find, ask and recei...
Thursday 25th April 2019 1:10 pm
Humans have a place in Earth’s systems,
we’re designed to play a role in Earth’s cycles.
Original populations had everything to hand,
anything a human could ever want can be found on this planet.
Eden has been traded for technology,
integration with nature for science.
What’s driving this exodus?
What’s distancing us from Eden?
Economic growth drives gov...
Saturday 30th March 2019 6:28 pm
As a child, authority has the right to judge, to impose a world view on you.
I followed the wrong advice, from the right person: I crashed and never recovered.
My adviser remained unblameable, my ingrained behaviour protected them.
I played the role of shamed dunce, my adviser triumphant, a respected icon.
Exposing their manipulation, their cunning, would have hurt too many people.
Saturday 23rd March 2019 8:56 am
In a crowded bar, we nab a table,
acquiring a seat, in case we lose out.
Taking for self incurs disadvantage
for others, as we take their rightful share.
So we look out for ourselves, determined
that we gain advantage through selfishness.
Making us fight for everything drives
division, isolation and mistrust.
We compete for resources, just in case
Saturday 16th March 2019 8:18 am
We’ve had a relationship with the natural
world since the dawn of our species – longer, perhaps.
Stone, an artefact of Earth, is a case in point –
stone tools, stone houses – stone henge; cathedrals of stone.
Plastic figurines are not the same as sculptures
crafted in stone – people don’t respond the same way.
Energy of some sort flows between us and stone;
humans respond to n...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 10:37 am
Allow your family to earn pride from your life,
but don’t let that drive your future – disinherit
yourself from the dread pawn shop of parental pride.
Yesteryear’s values are manifested today,
as we’re taught that previous generation’s life
strategies should be our perpetuate creed also.
Ignore the towering expectation, which would
propel you into adulthood living el...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 12:20 pm
Time’s passage ignites my consciousness,
my moment the confluence of past
and future. Ageing toward my fate, time’s
experience-gale savages my
awareness. We all die, it just takes time -
we’re transient: catherine-wheels on posts,
we make sparks fly. Some hit tindered ground,
causing satellite conflagrations -
together we make a fire, burning
out in time’s onslaught, ...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:54 pm
Harvesting our garden’s verdant bounty
is our intention – we arrange planting,
watering, bedding – all toward our goal:
to indulge keenly in nature’s harvest.
Stretching front and back, our garden surrounds
the safe fulcrum of our lives: our dwelling
is characterised through the commitment
we put into this, our sanctuary.
Enjoying a barbecue with a friend,
Thursday 7th February 2019 5:02 pm
Seagulls gyre – wocker-challing and crocker-calling,
skiffer-wheeling, wind-kiting and hoarse-calling
keer-wails into a bluster-buffet, ear-sharked, eye-grit gale,
blowing smithereens out of the sea wall,
the surf and the pebbles that make up the beach,
grind-clockering and ratter-schacketling back and forth,
to and fro in weather’s storm-force mayhem.
In the air gulls cry caw...
Sunday 27th January 2019 7:34 pm
Over the hill, perhaps, though not long in the tooth.
The hill’s steep. On the ascent you encounter
ice falls, overhangs, precipices and chimneys,
interspersed with long, sloping meadows, thick wooded
rises with warm, safe shelters with hot fires, soft bunks.
Air’s fresher up on a hill – clearer; providing
moments of crystal clarity, waking senses –
opening the sinuses, power...
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 5:16 pm
Grey light. Cold trunks. Leaf litter in the damp
morning. Chainsaw gloves smell of oil, petrol,
wood shavings and exhaust. Gloves stiff with cold,
infused with toil and woodland management.
A deer crosses, silent stealth, picking soft
through the green-tinged, spring-poised coppice. March is
in touching distance, harvest will cease while
flowers grow. No one sees th...
Wednesday 9th January 2019 4:45 pm
You can’t see what’s behind the
front, you’ll never know what’s there,
my secrets preserved, reasons
my own, suffice to say these
circumstances demand self
defence; were I to let on
reality, I’d crumble.
So I control what folk see,
protecting them from my truth,
no need to burden all with
harshness and gloom, that’s secret,
my safety inherent in
Saturday 5th January 2019 9:33 am