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Values

We are an outward expression of our values,

moral compasses navigating circumstance,

life experience refining understanding,

enhancing behaviour – our outward expression:

our values manifest in our reputation.

 

A few billion individuals roam Earth,

each with a unique value set – truly diverse

lives and cultures – recognising and valuing

behaviour in different degrees, b...

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Ever Since

Ever since I remember, the forests have burned,

governments have suppressed, and the Markets have ruled,

and ever since I remember, there’s been a groundswell,

a movement – resistance in the face of inevitable doom,

and ever since I remember, nothing has changed, nothing has been done,

the Forests burn, the oceans warm, the ice melts,

and, ever since I remember, we edge past poin...

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Boundaries

Rain blurs the horizon, murky opacity

shrouding distance imperceptible, lash talons

curtain-thrash to heather hill across the harbour.

 

Gulls hacker-love and swopper-kosh the cliff face lash,

dip-flung round the headland, clinging to land’s safety,

seeming wary of the mist-drifting, smash-pounding sea.

 

Tides dance white horses rockwards, crash-battering

geological bru...

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My Place

Stand at a high place and look.

Hair-rush winds lung freshen.

Wind, neither warm nor cold, they’d call a gale.

 

No bother weather that’d put the good folk off.

Stand in a jumper when they’d insist on a coat.

 

Wind: releasing tension’s grip;

ferreting out knickety burr-wrinkles;

soothing skackety skick-crinkles.

 

Breathe Height; ride groundswell.

See aeons str...

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Criminals

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...

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Woops.

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.

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Division

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 –

unlike plast...

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Cotton

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...

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Sparks

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...

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Baddies

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...

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No Return

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...

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Escaping Authority

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.

...

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Nab Me a Seat

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

som...

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Stone

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...

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To a Younger Self

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...

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Face Time

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, ...

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Nature's Bounty

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,

taki...

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Gyre Gulls

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...

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Distraction

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...

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Potential

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...

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Behind the Front

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

that secret...

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