koala and possum

I used to live in a forest.

Now, I hang-out in one tree…

along with my other furry friend

who comes from the arbours, like me.

We squabble in the mornings

and argue every night.

It’s the limited facilities

that causes us to fight.

We view the future bleakly

– my furry friend and me.

By then, we’ll be stuck with one leaf on a twig,

instead of this rheumy old tree.






Is that a smack of jellyfish

floating in one clump,

with loads of dangly tentacles

hanging from each bump?

There must be forty…fifty – no –

a thousand there, I’d say.

I can’t be swimming in the sea

until they’ve gone away!

It used to be you’d only get

a smattering in patches.

Now, the buggers multiply

and ride the waves in batches!

It’s only since the seas have warmed

and fishing’s gone full-measure –

and Mister Turtle’s home alone

to chomp his meals at leisure –

that we’re stuck with infestations

riding-tight in languid motions…

blobbing through the waves and

slyly snotting-up the oceans.


The Fly

No-one tries

to revive the flies

that splat on the windscreen

and hang there to die.

The Kiss-of-Life

would be too gross

and C.P.R.

simply otiose.

They just cling to the glass

as their last moments pass

while they’re joined by more friends

to a similar end.

But it seems, over time,

these vast splats have declined.

It’s the end of the line,

so scientists opine…

as they try to analyse

if the rate of demise

exceeds the sum total

of the splat of all flies.

The Splat




Yes, coal is the critical issue

which nobody wants to discuss.

We’d rather it fade from the headlines

with the minimum mention and fuss.

We’d prefer to keep digging coal out of the ground

and using its mighty potential

to fire up our factories and light up our homes

and sustain all our basic essentials.

But, alas and alack, this four letter-word

spells “pollution” in every disguise…

so we slyly continue to bury our heads

in the slag-heaps of yesterday’s lies.



“No, no, no…these are not all my tusks.

I only had two, for a start!

This is Coco, and Jumbo, and Clariss, and Ned –

who were recently shot through the heart.

“The tusks that I sported were sawn at the stump

…these were hacked from the bone, I would say.

You can only do that when an elephant’s dead,

since the trunk tends to get in the way.

“But its a beastly old pile, I must gravely agree.

And it brings quite a tear to my eye,

for these souls have departed the haunts of this veldt

for that spooky old zoo in the sky.”



Rainbow 2.jpg

At times the Rainbow Warrior

was just a little boat

bobbing on the ocean

trying to stay afloat.

But when she spotted villains

killing Minke whales,

she bobbed about ferociously

and puffed her little sails.

But since The Warrior’s been retired

the villains can’t be caught.

(D’you think a Jolly Rodger

would scare them back to port?)



“How can you tell me the climate is changing :Lights
it seem a ridiculous thing?
Every winter the snow-storms arrive
…then they melt back away in the spring!

“Even summers – way back – were as hot as today
and a drought always broke with a flood.
So frankly, my dear, I feel I must say
that I think global warming’s a dud!”

“Then, “frankly”, my dear, you should lend me your ear
if the bits that you see are okay.
You don’t climb up mountains to check on the snow,
while the glaciers shrink day by day.

“But if cracks in the Arctic don’t shake your foundations,
then Science will do it, I think.
Those shots of the dark side of Earth since Apollo
show the planet a-glow twinkle-twink.

You see…
the Earth doesn’t chill in the night like it used to
– with so many people plugged in.
When you switch on your lamp-light and fire-up your
– that’s where all our problems begin.”




We saved our cans and washed them,

and washed our bottles too.

We folded empty cartons

– as we’re all supposed to do.

We used old plastic bags

to wrap the food we couldn’t toss,

and put them all in different bins.

But now we’re at a loss.

The council’s just revealed

it treats all rubbish the same way.

It uses it as landfill

‘cos it’s cheaper day to day.

Now we can’t believe the bastards

so we go on as before,

rinsing bloody rubbish

even though we loathe the chore.





About FaceFace










Gazzillions of particles hang in the air
which I may not select to respire.
I’m obliged to suck-in every dust-mote and stink-bomb
regardless of what I desire.

“Where on earth has that been?” I think to myself
as some toxin slides down past my throat.
I can’t block its path ‘cos it’s well on its way
tho’ my breathing continues, I note.

Whiffy-dump-trucks and smelly-sludge-ponds…
…my nose feeds my lungs an array
of pre-used concoctions of various taints
which waft through my nostrils all day.

I believe, by the seaside, the air’s full of ozone
which is healthful and cleansing, they say.
But my blood’s running thick with unwholesome deposits
which fraternize – in their own way.



Boab Tree

If I were a bona-fide greenie

there’d be heaps of things I couldn’t do.

I wouldn’t be lit-up at midnight

typing these poems for you

   (…for a start!)

I’d be out there hugging a tree-trunk

in the dark, in the rain, in a field.

The hypocrisies of wannabe greenies

are embarrassing – once they’re revealed.

(I mean…)

Who would burn off barrels of diesel

gadding about the terrain?

Or pollute the upper ionosphere

jetting about in a plane?


Who’d sit at a desk well past midnight

and tweet messages all afternoon?

Who’d hang on a phone ‘cos it’s running red hot

in their own locked-in-tight climate zone?


Saving the planet ain’t easy,

(though it does make one seem very nice!)

But with modern-day games and distractions,

it requires too much self-sacrifice!