Poetry Anthology #1

Author: Greg Cumbers

Almost Midnight 

Confused by the rhythm
And still, he stands up to dance
With Godheads and their hi-tech threats
Orange bleeds into red

He doesn’t wear a watch
Instead, he stares straight at the sun
Like a rabbit in the headlights
Beyond the point of no return

Confused by the rhythm
She sits down and puts the world to rights
A frightening place with nowhere to hide
The clock strikes closer to midnight

Tired, she’s so tired of waiting
For the sirens to start singing
Wound up like a spring with rage in her eyes
She crosses her heart and hopes to die

These are the days it never rains but it pours
You can run, but you can’t hide forever
The weather will have its way with you! 


Author: Santosha Tantra

Excerpt from the poem “One True Tribe

This is the time and the need for the One True Tribe to recognize itself and begin living.
Who is in this One True Tribe?
All Hearts everywhere
We cannot, not know each other.
There are no places we haven’t seen
And no one can live apart from the other, from how the other somewhere else affects everyone here.
We know of everyone’s suffering and everyone’s needs.
Our hearts are all the same, with the same impulse – to live and live well.

To live well all must know their own heart and recognize everyone’s heart.
The heart – the place and the knowing of love – the recognition of all as love.
Love is the impulse to serve without selfishness, to give so all can live with dignity.

Love makes happiness, purpose and enjoyment,
love does not cause suffering for others.
This is the time and the world has the need, for all of us to see itself as
One family, as the One True Tribe.


Rebel Poems Anthology #1

by James Dai


The world is burning– spinning– whirling– crashing–

With greed and hatred: shadows of delusion.

It all starts with the heart: which– always clinging

To name and gain, fame and fortune (illusions)–


Then, killing, stealing– darkness swallows whole.

For evil always does return to haunt:

“To kill another, kills your very soul.

To take ungiven, leaves you more in want.”


This law we know, but place not first in view;

The elements fall then, all in disarray.

Air, fire, water and earth– smashed and abused–

Must, in the end, come back and have their say.


When CO2 in air we accumulate,

The fiery beams of sunlight have to stay.

The heat, melting great masses of ice away,

Raises the sea, which swamps our earthly estates.


Earth’s soil we poison, press, erode, compact:

It can’t keep rain, which runs away to sea.

Sun-baked, sweatless grounds bubble heat– air diffracts–

Rainstorms, tornadoes, hurricanes we flee.


From air to earth, from earth to air: the circle

In all directions wheels, chaotic. But–

Take hold, of ship-wheel handle! Reverse, Re-cycle–

*Rebel*– turn evil into good! Why not:


Make soil abundant, free, in tree-life wealthy?

Keep rainfall slowly soaking, cycling, cooling?

Then sunshine warms the earth, for gentle fuelling.

Then pleasant breezes brush our faces, healthy.


To forests, CO2 escapes the firmament.

Their white-cloud cover, dense, repels hot sun.

Cool shade restores the sea’s calm, even temperament;

Earth’s residents can sigh, relieved, as one.


“Don’t harm the world, and then it won’t harm you.

Give to the world, and it will give to you.”

Start with the heart: let go of shameful ignorance.

Put out its flames: this is the world’s deliverance.


Sitting Ducks
by Greg Cumbers


The unbearable truth

Isn’t showing any signs of slowing

Getting closer to the danger you couldn’t quit

On the gathering storm

Guilt is what you will require

Or another excuse to invest in

Zipped lips

Deny the discomfort

Head in the sand

Turn up the volume

What’s lost

You can’t take back

Perish the thought

And take what’s left

Things are getting complicated

And time is slipping through your fingertips

Getting closer to the truth you can’t escape

On the gathering storm

Guilt is what you will require

Or another excuse to invest in



In the Fourth World

by A.M. Gouedard


Atlantis, Mu, we deny they existed,

Legendary civilisations,

Lost forests,

Old pastures beneath the oceans,

Inundated by ancient flood.



all the species gone

since the time we began to explore

in lands beyond our own.

Many more in the last twenty years

with names we don’t even know.


Lost tribes.

The silenced forest peoples.

Add their names.


They are legion,

in long queues behind our lives.


Yes! We face Armageddon

Unless we change.

Only the few will remain.

Take a warning away from this day.


People in future times

will say we didn’t exist.

We will become a myth,

a sad story of greed and grief

and the crime of disbelief.

We will become a myth.

We will become a myth.