Dec 12, 2023

Sad to hear last week of the death of the mighty, Benjamin Zephaniah .

When we rose up the land was bare,

when pure beginnings filled the air,

We stood upright and walked the same

when this great planet had no name.

We saw the land, we saw the seas,

and endless possibilities,

to speak of what existence is

we then developed languages.

We built houses from sticks and mud,

raised animals that chewed the cud.

We tilled the land and sowed the seeds,

we raised the crops, controlled the weeds,

we saw lightning when we gazed higher,

we saw light, and created fire.

We took all our skills and families

and created our communities.

With paintings, poems, verse and song

we made our spirits wise and strong.

With science, and reason, we were

enlightened;

our senses were truly heightened.

When we built ships and learned to sail

it’s true to say we did prevail.

Our will and our imaginations

constructed jobs, cities, and nations

I was only listening to BBC Radio 4 his desert island discs few days later he died of a Tumor. Deeply moved myself. he was such a down to earth ,natural person with a spirit. Of course he was a poet. But beautiful innocence around him. When saw him on high brow question time politics plus issue based stuff. He was grounded.

Further he was Faith person regular at Greenbelt.

Here a bit more connecting with my thoughts around Nature and soul

from the great ,man Benjamin Zephaniah a mighty human being.

Unleash the righteous thinking mind.

Unleash the good within mankind.

Unleash the youth who could with care

rebuild our lives and clean the air.

Let us not dig for negatives -

let’s reach out for alternatives.

Breathe in my people, save the whale,

touch the trees, and then… exhale

This is from the poem used in Future Visions and widely used on Planet Earth also by WWF etc. Catch images on youtube channels.


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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
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They say, "Hello, "
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