MY POEMS

Extract from Chief Seattle´'s speech to the American Congress,1854:

This we know.
The Earth does not belong to man.
Man belongs to the earth.
All things are connected, like blood which connects one family.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the children of the earth.
Man did not weave the web of life, and he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

My Poems written about 10 years ago.

Zaire

Crystallised stars glistening softly in the morning sun
Slowly she crunches past
Her mind full of haunted childrenís eyes
There, the sun beats hot and hard
They wonít be feeling the cold
Only the emptiness of despair

She picks up a maple leaf
Studying its silver sparkling veins
Desperate to help, she racks her brains
One emaciated child hiding behind his mothers skirt
Remains with her day and night

The biting cold comforting her conscience
Fingers numb yet heart warm with love
To see again sparkling eyes and shiny smiles
Laughter, children playing in the orange dust
Empty eyes suddenly twinkling bright
Lets learn how to love and not to fight

Spring

As I focus my lens
I watch the spider on her glistening web,
dew drops sparkling in the pale dawn light,
greys, turning pink and then deep red
The spider lays in wait

New buds are breaking open the barks stretched skin
Trees blackened by winter, coming alive again.
Softly, a squirrel darts across the clearing by the lake
The trees bathed in morning light,
dappled leaves, shining bright.
Spring is here once again!

Oblivion, is that what we want ?

Everyone is bustling and buzzing about
No one has the time to think
Endlessly we hurl towards our own oblivion
Hurricanes, cyclones, tidal waves
When will it end ?

Green turns to concrete slabs
Rivers to molten blood
Sea the colour of mud
Yet still the sky gold and red at dusk
Perhaps its not too late

Between the grey paving stones
Pale shafts of green push their way through
Concrete reluctantly conceding to persistent green
Grey towers marching on forests fine

World, total sphere of grey blood
No more water trickling down streams from mountain tops
Just endless rows of blind grey blocks

Earth so fine so rich
Textures pure and clear
Do something soon
Don't want the end to be near

1990's What society this ? When babies, to babes are born Lost souls searching for love Answers only found in drugs Hopelessness, despondency reigns Others grappling up the ladder Not caring for those they crush Cold success driving them on Money and greed their only lust Blinkered lives they lead, The sheep of this country Flocking blindly to their slaughter Monotony continues Some fight hard to save this earth we abuse Endlessly they battle against brick walls Bulldozers tearing at sacred roots Tarmac terror devouring the World Sea turned to radioactive slime Rivers and lakes to molten blood STOP Teach our children our foolish mistakes With love and caring Families reunited Hope emerges once again Education, lessons learnt Lone success, such an empty victory Share now your pain and hope Authority so austere, so blind Chopping the dead leaves of society Instead of nurturing it's roots Let dull grey turn to green Brown slime to crystal blue Radioactive haze to pure sunlight One mission only is there to fight