(Warning: Graphic images after the poem.)
no more dolphins
no more whales
no more eagles
only tales
no more trees
no more fresh air
no more fresh water
only litter
no more babies
no more daughters
no more prayers
only haters
this is the heritage
we leave behind
I’m so very sad
for humankind
Dolphins killed in Brazil.
Indonesia’s deforestation.
Forced abortion in China.
Forced abortion at 7 months. (China)
NO HOPE
she had a tendency to do that
in order to survive
not have to face the pain
to lose again
important matters brushed aside
what’s important anyway?
stuff happens no matter what
she hasn’t got time for that
it’s a talent, really
glossing over everything
invincible to consequence
at her children’s expense
someone has to reap
whatever she sows
even though her selfishness
has a gloss of loveliness
poor children
dear children
“trying to gloss away
the irrationalities
of the universe”
{Quote by Irwin Edman.}
The film “Lilet Never Happened” is a character driven story about Lilet, a maladjusted Filipino street-girl, struggling to survive on the streets of Manila. International social worker Claire tries to safe her but this hard headed, traumatized girl thinks she can take her life in her own hands. Though Lilet gets many opportunities to quit, she stubbornly chooses the hard way. The film is based on interviews with Lilet, a little girl, who became Manila’s most famous child prostitute.
There was a song
only we could hear
would call to us
in whispers
and wind
And we’d float
on riversong
heart beating
loud
and
soft
But we fell
and we lost
pushed down
by the
waterfall
And bits and pieces
not enough whole
to stay afloat
on our
dream
The water
carried you away
and the dream
is all
I have
today.
It used to be so gratifying
to hear that ding
I always had the volume up
so I wouldn’t miss a thing
“Ding! You’ve got mail!”
I felt so important
that someone sent me an email
I’d rush to my computer
like it was the Holy Grail
“Ding! You’ve got mail!”
After school it was
the first thing I’d go see
The sound of the modem connecting
was happy music to me
(Notification sound)
Now there’s only a sound
and it happens every minute
I’ve learned to wait a while
and choose to ignore it
(Notification sound)
I’m not that important
just a bunch of junk mail
I miss the days when people
used to use Postal Mail
Poetic Ponderings 