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While The Fittest Survived …


Man’s ego
(Note the gender)
Misreads the message
Sets God aside
Takes over
In a mindless haze
Heads heedlessly
For the nearest cliff

Dragon Father Wakens


A righteous rage bursts forth; a mighty roar
Too long coiled within its egg incubating
Sets the skies alight with livid lightning:
“No! No more! Dragon seed, prepare for war!”
A vile canker festers from shore to shore;
Views land, people just there for ravishing
Yet no amount of pillaging and killing
Can ever quench that bellowing greedy maw.

Leaves sore ears ringing, deaf to all reasoning.
Comes now a settling of accounts: a day of reckoning.
For Mother Earth has suffered for too long.
Her newly risen son sings the dragon song.
His voice rings out from shore to sea-swept shore:
“No! No more! Dragon seed, prepare for war!”

Many-coloured Fingers


So many fingers
Yet it only makes one hand
To show them all one

A Handful Of Sexualities


Four fingers, one thumb.
Various parts; the same hand.
Words; names; attitudes.
Different, not separate.
Cut one off and all feel pain.

The Future History of the Two Human Races: A Parable

The Future History of the Two Human Races: A Parable.

Lest We Forget


Mother Earth
Earth Mother
And all we
Her children



Penguins don’t drive cars
Extinguish other species
Humans on the other hand
Do not belong to the Earth



Part of the problem
Or part of the solution?
The jury’s still out.


VETERAN by Richard Harris

I met an old horse in a field,
waiting, with one hoof cocked, as if
always ready for flight or fight.
And as I came forward with a handful of grass,
his ears did not flatten,
nor did his nostrils flare.
But the eyes! I saw his eyes.

Eyes that had seen more than any man.
Eyes that chose paths through mud and fallen men
pulling the guns at Passchendaele.
Eyes wide with the mad charge they made,
the Light Brigade.
Eyes that watched with the Corsican as
he lost his final Waterloo,
that glinted in the rising sun with
Chinggis and his terror-horde,
stared dumb with Cortez at
the great Pacific,
looked blankly on while Alexander wept
at burning Persepolis.

He took the grass, obediently, gracefully; no –
magisterially, in his acceptance of
a field, a bite to eat; of a stall, a coat in winter;
and, as he looked beyond me.
Of all that he had ever seen and been before.


Another fine poem of Richard’s. You may find more of his work here.



Earth the earth mother births forth throughout all time
Fresh oceans and jungles, sand dunes and waterfalls
Mountains and dewdrops, snowdrops and hurricanes

Animal, vegetable, mineral: all relations under one roof
Relations with relationships, even the local hub her Sun
Though that’s another story (Any family has its secrets)

Symbiotic miracles manifest in an ecological ecologic
Self-sustaining, with immunity to exogenous disaster
Then enter stage right the loup-garou, immune to logic

Humanity, wolverine, acts as an autoimmune disease
Fighting against not external foes but its own family
Renegade berserker, out of control and without a cure

Corporate drug baron fat on steroids plays mind games
Touts temporary solutions that suppress the symptoms
While steadfastly ignoring the most obvious causations

Lethal cash infections further weaken the body politic
Peddle profitable pills that promise only artificial health
While side effects are busy destroying something else

A toxin poisoning the heart where love’s dream expires
Stoking fiery emotions where patience once held sway
Eating through the bones whose power is but a memory

Unexplained fevers erupt in rage on the nightly newscast
So-called progress is just a progression of the sickness
An extreme fatigue? Yes, extremely tired of the insanity


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