Cinema
The Cinema opens at 11.30 in The Green Room at the rear of the venue and seats up to 100.
11.30am - Living Foods - Jill Swyers
12.00 - Weight Loss - Losing Weight the Healthy Way,with Yvonne Bishop Weston
1.00pm Buskers Corner - with musicians from The Green Dragon Pub, Croydon
2.00pm Film - The Age Of Stupid www.ageofstupid.net
3.45 pm - Yasus Afari - Jamaican Poet www.yasusafari.biz
5.00pm Film - A Delicate Balance www.adelicatebalance.com.au
Poetry Competition
Winners Announced
The winners are
1st Pat Mear - 'Tiger'
2nd Donald Leung - 'Idyll in Congregation'
3rd Rosslyn Carlyle - 'The Heat Beneath My Feet'
TIGER
By Pat Mear
Wind blows around me through me and the tiger’s cries ‘where is my land?’
echo down tunnels of concrete devastated areas of polluted sand
Inside double locked apartments women give birth in silent desperation
yet another burgeoning generation multiplying greedily to detriment
green grass tall trees wild flowers and all small creatures
thirsting clear water from natural springs in sparkling sunlight
Reservoirs of human excrement lie still
The fir tree outside my window tries bravely
to bemuse me blowing into cat shapes between its branches
springing from dark night with imaginary games
But you my tiger a thousand miles away
reveal my impotence to counter degradation
Weeping uneasy sleep of conscience till day brings
bombs put together in middle class suburbs
the lover strangled and locked in a closet
distant wars of lost identities make headlines
the wind searches for lost hedgerows
and the tiger cries
‘where is my land?’
Idyll In Congregation - By Donald Leung
Aside from our day-to-day where we confront our struggles, Fashioning a quality of living in the quickening of life, We steal a moment to gather and create a sacred space.
For our numbers have grown as our ideals have seeded Rooting and reaching outwards, networking the underground To emerge from the fertile dark, ripe for picking, and in tasting, Just the sweetest and purest of flavors are to be found!
Compassion and generosity, with subtle hints of honesty, Spiced with visions of natures diversity reclaiming land As far as the eye can see with cool breezes whispering, ‘Free.’
The heat beneath my feet
By Rosslyn Carlyle
Written on the 25th of October, 2009
I feel the heat beneath my feet, while struggling with my load.
My village can’t afford so much.
We walk the long, long road.
We can’t afford much food to eat, we can’t afford clean water.
I can’t afford to school my son, or feed much to my daughter.
We work so hard, but pay is low for harvest of our labour.
I tell you now, big company not who you want for neighbour.
They used so many unfair tricks, to get themselves more power.
Now we’re made to grow their crops, hour after hour.
I ache so much, I work so hard, but there’s no other way.
I have to work all times when can, or get too little pay.
We can’t afford much food sometimes, so thicken soup with dirt.
My husband save for many months, but can’t afford a shirt.
My daughter work, my son he work, my husband work hard too.
With work only way to get money, we not sure what to do.
Everybody here needs work, and so our pay is low.
We always must grow our crops quick, but then the pay is slow.
I wish the world could be more fair, I wish something I say
Could make the world tomorrow less unfair than world today.
