Planning for times ahead,

In case none of us are dead

When is enough, enough

Is there a future there


Are things worth planning for

Will quality of life be worth living for

Then life goes on everywhere

Just possibly without the human form


We’ve done it to ourselves,

The greed the want the wars

Ownership and conquering

And not realise that’s the cause

Of our suffering and destruction


Finding beauty where we can

The stars above us shine bright

And without us it will still carry on


A child will look at the clouds

And see beauty in the clouds they see

What happens to that child

To not want to have sympathy


To think that compassion is weak

And to think some lives less worthy than power

Power that can destroy the heart

Power over people!

Power over love etc.. etc… etc..

Fill in the blank…….

The greed, poem by AnneMarie Foley
The greed



A summer in Wales

A summer in Wales

Out in the garden

Sitting in the shade

Summer weather has been so hot

Haven`t rained for days


The fields all around us

Are parched, brown and calling out for relief

Good to have a summer

But we ain`t used to this


Summer weather has been so hot

It hasn`t rained for days

You probably wouldn’t believe me

If I told you this is Wales


I never thought I`ll say this

But hope we get some rain

The fields are crying out for it

So they can be green again.

Recent poem of mine

Life in the body of humans

Humans are a mess

Think someone or

Something,. …will save them

But they can’t

They meet some one who

Think they are the one for them,

But they arn`t

Ah,…. that beautiful comfortable

Fuck up mess

Seems` so familiar,

(we know where we are with that)

Then we leave this earth and then where do we go?

That s the question my brother asked 33 years ago,

I wonder where we go?

He left nearly 16 years ago,…

I know he`s fine




by AnneMarie Foley 25th June 2018

Child in the Orchard


A little child just passing through
Running through the walled apple trees
Happy and joyful among the slopping filed

What has become of you?
Where are you and what are you doing?
Now that you must be grown

Still wearing red wellies and running free?
Usually that field is empty
Only once I saw a child, same as me

Were you real or just a dream?
A child the same as me

I wished I could have played with you
Seeming free and happy
Like an eternal joy
Shinning on, ahead to adventure

But then we had to grow

I move away away from sweet Gloucestershire
Though when I pass through it,
I still look to that field
With the crumbled old walled orchard

But never again have I seen that child
Playing and running free
Running with hands outstretched
Happily through the apple trees

Media Monster


This crazy world
Recurring mistakes and madness
Trying to seek greatness
While not noticing the weeds

Many weeds are beautiful
Just not tended in a conventional or cultured place
Not a popular garden flower
And who decides what is accepted?

It is all around us
In the oblong shape in our living rooms
Stacked against shelves in shops and supermarkets

In the clothes we see and wear
The super slim girls
And the style of their hair

The beautiful famous people
We wonder if they are real
They seem to have everything
I wonder, is that how they feel?

We strive to fit in and get on ahead
While we are told what we need, how to look, what to buy

Its manipulation is so subtle
You often cannot see the lies


Six years ago today
Nineteenth of July, a Sunday

A golden light shines
Rays of blue and gold

Crowd stood stunned and silent

To be present then and remember it now
The secret smile,
The look
The heart

So keep this with you all the time
To feel the joy
Create with it, don’t stop
Feel that light and never go dark