Tag: climate change
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COP28
The plastic bottle bowled over the blameless landscape, Desert sands in rainbow colours shimmered and shifted in the heat, where nothing else moved. — The burned stark black branches of trees bore the memory of a people, who seldom cared, and rarely looked to see their harmful ways. — Priceless jewels winked from their nests…
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War on Ourselves
(A Ship of Fools on the Rocks) terrible images move on the screen, behind my eyes and in my brain, grafting in me the fear that death and hell are let loose in every terrain, gradually the shape of human kindness like milk looses its savour, and pools ungraciously in the stink of the piles of…
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Britain’s Future
Walking in town, once there was join our diversity, listening to the TV once there was good independent reporting, but some prefer oil, and sow, now the destruction of those that were loyal. —— Waking early, once there was the dawn chorus, sitting in the garden, once there was a hum of bees, but some…
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A Birds is for Life?
Colourful bows arch across the sky, scything wings underflow, silhouettes of glorious won freedoms, neath them the city’s traffic hums: —— Bounty of joy subsumed in oily residues, taunting the gasping, asthmatic child, while black gold, a grim poison now spoiling fresh air, polluting the earth. —– Nightly the owls hoot their warning call, making…
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What price their future?
For My Great, great Grandchildren It catches the sun light as it trickles from the tap, runs down the drain washing grime through a trap, Flush a toilet, wash the car, such luxury in our lap. Will water freely flow in the future at all on the map? —- The bag of filmy plastic is…
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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Barbaric War
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feeling like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief torn fight, and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. — Precious moments…
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The Earth left to Governments
The moon stared through the dust at the landscape, barely limming rooftops and rare trees with her light, and down in the streets no one moves as the dark oppression of climate collapse knocks on their doors. — Hiding behind a front door a child peeps through the unsealed letter box, and smells the dust…
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Sing a Rainbow
Deep in sorrow I walked the walk of grief, Feeling in my hurting heart the pain of loss. Each beat a reminder of them and their sweet faces now facing an enemy grown by greed. — The rainbows arched across the sky, spilling their palette of colours as it stretched until it sank into the…
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The Hearth of the Multitude
The memorial bench, a seat in the mystery of time, where I can sit, and my heart swell with the beauty of the place where he sat and contemplated the view. __ The mist far out to sea cooled the sultry spring air, Silent, eyes closed, no wind and somewhere not far a bud opened,…
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