What does it mean to Mother Earth
to have her seas and rivers plundered
to have her forests torn and sundered
to have her children ravage her
and destroy the wildlife for its fur
to have the people take and take
without a thought all for greeds sake
will it end when Mother Earth is dead
or will the people finally care instead?
ilona fenton
13/03/2003
It's not the common person
who wants to fight the wars
but don't close your eyes to reason like a wound covered in gauze
It's not the gun that kills
but the person who uses it
either way the grave fills
with the dead who don't benefit
So why the anger and hatred
between one man and another
can't we have peace instead
and love everyone like a brother
ilona fenton
07/02/2003
After the hard working day
she wants to relax
in her comfy armchair
with the books piled in stacks
So she has a hot shower
and grabs crackers and cheese
pours a nice chocolate drink
before she curls up her knees
With her pet on her lap
she looks through the pile
to decide which hero
will keep her heart for a while
Should he be a bad boy
or a rancher or vampire
maybe a magical alien
or a djinn full of fire
Whichever she chooses
she knows she'll be fine
for the dreams of the author
can be found in each line.
ilona fenton
30/07/2003
No need to run
no need to hide
you'll never escape
the feelings inside
The anger and sorrow
the joys and the fears
will always be with you
throught all your years
So keeping them safe
and learning to cope
will give you control
and fill you with hope
ilona fenton
19/08/2003
Is there anyone out there?
Can we expec a reply?
We keep asking the questions
Even when we don't now why
Is there life out there?
is it better tahn us?
We keep asking the questions
Even though it causes a fuss
Will they be good or bad?
How will we ever know?
We keep asking the questions
Even if the answers are slow
Will we ever meet them?
Do they even really exist?
We keep asking the questions
It's a puzzle we can't resist
ilona fenton
18/08/2003
I made it through the rain
The bitter winds of doubt
The storms of hate and pain
Into the sunshine of your love
Through the fog of lonliness
And the hail of hurtful words
Until the lightning of your kiss
And the sunshine of your love
ilona fenton
06/08/2003
Dedicated to my Husband.
The colours of summer
Are hidden from sight
All grey and silver
In the cool moonlight
The pink of the rose
Fades to pure white
Other colours too
No longer look bright
The creatures that dwell
in the cool of the night
Live their lives happily
as they hunt and they fight
And so we can see
In the owl's last flight
Life is just different
But under the moon it is right.
ilona fenton
04/07/2004
Born to the wrong race
Just trying to survive
As soldiers take our children
And throw away their lives
Why should we have to suffer
Because we don't fit in
Our DNA is different
But we all are still your kin.
ilona fenton
13/11/2004
