Hard Times are Coming – a poem

Hard Times are Coming


From the water world to the drought

Hard times are coming.

From the Sahara ocean

To the Atlantic desert

Hard times are on their way.


Growing crops on mountain tops.

Hard times are coming

From the arid Amazon

To the flooded Gobi

Hard times are on their way.


Fishing over Holland, trawling Bangladesh

Hard times are coming.

Cities under water

Fields a fishing bank

Hard times are on their way.


They are coming

They are on their way.

Shoulda listened

To what they had to say.


Opher – 1.4.2019



There are a bunch of very wealthy people who profit from destruction and chaos. Their enemy is stability and order.

They are immoral beyond understanding. They don’t pull and triggers, wield any chainsaws, or even give orders. They just quietly work in the background creating the circumstances, buying off the right people, influencing the decisions – and creaming off the vast profits.

Somehow they have convinced a segment of people that they cannot believe anything they hear. The Earth is flat. There were no moon landings. 9/11 was the CIA. The UN is an instrument of the globalist wealthy. All scientists and experts lie and are in the pay of politicians. Capitalism has raised standards for ordinary people.

The result is that all wealth of the world is concentrated in a few hundred pockets. Billions live in abject poverty and are exploited. There are wars. The environment is being systematically destroyed. The tsunami of human beings is swamping the world.

They do not care. They profit from it. This is just how they like it.

But hard times are coming. We know who will be to blame. It will be us.


Photography – The Great Barrier Reef – Green Island Australia – Exquisite colour.

Photography – The Great Barrier Reef – Green Island Australia – Exquisite colour.

The Great Barrier Reef is under threat. Global warming is creating a problem with warmer seas and carbon dioxide is creating acid waters. It is killing a lot of the world’s coral. Green Island was a beautiful place. The colours were exquisite. IMG_9612 IMG_9626 IMG_9631 IMG_9633 IMG_9639 IMG_9637 IMG_9638

Poetry – The Horn – a poem about rhinoceroses and their imminent extinction. An Anthropocene Apocalypse poem.

Poetry – The Horn – a poem about rhinoceroses and their imminent extinction. An Anthropocene Apocalypse poem.

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The Horn

I’ve got the horn

Ripped straight

From the Head

Does wonders in Bed.

An explosion of lead


And dead.


Hacked clean

Into something



Poor eyesight;

It never saw us

The very last



Opher 4.7.2015


We are rapidly wiping out the wild things, the forests, the wilderness as we increase in number and extend our range. Soon the whole world will be a huge concrete and plastic jungle.

We may keep the DNA safe so that in saner times it might be reconstituted into living organisms.

One day, when we’ve become wiser and more civilised, there might be a programme to reinstate nature. I’m not sure I would completely approve. Designed wilderness is a poor substitute but perhaps it will be better than nothing.

If we survive that long.

The rhino is doomed because of superstition and money. You may as well use nail filings as rhino horn. They are exactly the same keratin. There is no medicinal value. It does not give you the horn. Yet the customers will pay. The rhinos will pay and the hunters get paid. That is how decision in this world get made.

Poetry – Get it over quick – An environmental anthem

Poetry – Get it over quick – An environmental anthem

Get it over quick

Gorillas, whales and baby seals
Rhinos, Elephants and quail
Remnants in the undergrowth
We have blasted them to hell

Forests, land and water
Air, us and sea swell
A job that’s well worth doing
For the pleasure or the sell

Caged, tortured, maimed
Hunted, poked, impaled
Badgered to extinction
Even bugs are not doing well

Why take the time to do it slow
Why not get it over quick?
Put life out of its misery
Let’s kill the planet now
Don’t just leave it sick!

Opher 16.10.98

Sometimes I just despair at the madness. We are gaily going about our lives as if there is nothing wrong. As long as our daily existence is not affected we do not have to think about it. We are not looking into the future.
Yet there is a relentless catastrophe taking place like a slow-motion explosion. The world population is increasing alarmingly, the environment is being destroyed, animals are hunted, butchered and hounded to extinction, forests are being eradicated, pollution is accruing, the seas overfished, and the climate is now changing.

Welcome to the Anthropocene Apocalypse.

Yet the greed and selfishness that are fuelling this relentless pulverisation in the name of greed, profit and progress shows no sign of abating.
There are occasions when I become so distressed that I think we should just blast the planet to hell and have done. A quick end would be better than this slow, drawn out agony.

Unless something radical is done on a global scale the wild-life of this planet is doomed. Their future is a misery. The cruelty is unimaginable.
I wrote this poem way back in 1998 in a fit of pique.


Anthropocene Apocalypse – great new policy on verges and wild flowers!

Anthropocene Apocalypse – great new policy on verges and wild flowers!


Congratulations to East Riding of Yorkshire Council! I assume it is a changed policy. I have been remarking on the number of wild flowers at the side of the road. It has made an exceptionally colourful display this Spring.

I wondered why this was.

I noticed that the verge cutting has been confined to one strip near the road. The rest was left over to the wild flowers. That is brilliant. The flowers not only look pretty but they are providing a huge amount of nectar and pollen for the bees and butterflies. Their seeds will provide food for the birds. I hope every county and country is doing this. Excessive mowing may make things a little tidier but far less beautiful. I prefer the flowers, butterflies and bees.

It is just the sort of thing we need to be doing to help our beleaguered insect population. The other big thing would be to stop the farmers spraying their crops with insecticides. The neonicotinoids are decimating the bees, butterflies and other insects. They need to stop.

I’d much rather have the odd mark on my fruit than kill off the insects!

Photography – Cairns – Daintree and a few birds – including the psychedelic ostrich that is a cassowaries!

Photography – Cairns – Daintree and a few birds – including the psychedelic ostrich that is a cassowaries!

Cassawaries are getting very rare. They are too often the victims of cars and end up as large roadkill. We had given up hope of seeing one. It was getting dark – hence these shots are not as bright and sharp as they could have been. Then this family of gorgeous psychedelic birds walked right out into the road in front of us! Amazing.

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This ibis were flocking to roost at the top of some trees in Cairns.


These swallows were getting a free ride on the ferry across to Daintree park.

No Games – a poem

No Games


The eagle plays no games

As she soars on the winds

Life is quite simple:

To eat or to starve;

To mate or to perish.

She takes what she finds.

Her skill is all that informs her survival.

Her strength determines

Her or a rival.


Opher 24.6.2019



Nature is simple and cruel. There is little intrigue or politics. What you see is what you get. It is simply a battle for survival and to pass on your genes to the next generation. So basic. If you fail you die.

There is also majesty to it. Unlike most of our existence it is completely real. Our civilisation has divorced us from nature. We think we are not subject to the same laws anymore. Our lives aren’t battles for survival. We’ve opted for safety and comfort.

I wonder what we gave up on the way?