Posts Tagged ‘koala poem’

Phantom Koala and the Long and Short of Corporate Vision

October 5, 2009

Corporate Leadership and Koalas : search results at bluecray Environmental Search

Tweed Shire Koala Populations at candobetter.org – and some more updates about the threat from corporate myopia and Koala Populations HERE .

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The “Koala” is not just an ICON.

Koala Icon QLD : bluecray Environmental Search results .

Koala Icon NSW : bluecray Environmental Search results .

“Truth and Consequences” at Daniel Goleman’s website : Ecological Intelligence, Emotional Intelligence, Social Intelligence

In the following Koala Poem about Corporate Vision, Phantom Koala muses that the current vision is extremely MYOPIC. Land is cleared,  bargains are made and more Koala Habitat is lost. PK is waiting for Corporate Leadership to take the helm. Unfortunately, all he sees is self seeking gamesmanship, ego and deceit in many directions. Luckily, he has some good friends all around the world, and with his family and friends, he climbs up high to “see”…..
…………….corporate myopia

Phantom Koala does disappearance good
His developer enemies wish that he would
stop as a threat(ened), so their work can go on
now their money is dwindling ,  their wish list so long

They’ve complied with the standard of EIS, so –
why does the nod from the government slow?
And why does their sleep seem to toss turn and wake
they’ve paid their donations what more does it take?

Well PK’s protected. Their money can’t buy
his spirit or habit(at) since their money’s a lie.
And lies based on ego and greed and defense
are valued below more than just a few cents.

While PK’s dear forest friends rally to hear
how corporate greed is now seen by this seer
(This hero who travels through corporate land
and watches and listens to their hollow stand)

Ah –  there’s none oh so blind as as those that can see
yet miss this Koala who’s high in his tree.
And there’s none oh so blind as developers who
circle like madmen yet deny what they knew.

They vow that they’ll see all their money can buy
but PK and his friends see their actions so sly
PK has their myopic sights right in his frame
and sees on their shoulders all of the blame

For his dear friends’ home losses their habitats ‘dozed
And who’s sleeping well now this myth is near closed?
It’s PK and family and friends sitting high
above tree tops of love so they’ll always see “why”.

Phantom Koala (PK) wonders why, for all the badge selling, tracking and monitoring, big furry- suited people with tins and volumes of papers and documents, no corporation has stopped the great destruction of Koala Habitat in SE QLD and NE NSW. PK knows that he has Corporate Friends. PK also knows that the “Koala” is not just an ICON.

Native vegetation clearance, habitat loss and biodiversity decline – An overview of recent native vegetation clearance in Australia and its implications for biodiversity – references and CONTENTS . what was known back in 1995 . (Biodiversity Series, Paper No. 6 Andreas Glanznig, Biodiversity Unit Department of the Environment, Sport and Territories, June 1995) at Australian Dept. of the Environment, Water, Heritage and the Arts

PK Crossing Road on Tweed Coast, NE NSW, Australia

PK Crossing Road on Tweed Coast, NE NSW, Australia

Development on the Tweed Coast of NE NSW, in the Mt Warning Caldera Region of Australia is an example of Corporate Myopia

Australian Science at Work– some archived articles here that may be of interest

The Australian Government Department of the Environment, Water, Heritage and the Arts . and their Threatened Species Publications .

Urban Taskforce : and their Mission Statement…..

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Australia’s Threatened Species at the Australian Academy of Science .

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“Rescuing Remnants” at the National Library of Australia online .

Threatened remnant vegetation – search results at bluecray Environmental Search

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When Phantom Koala was Young

June 13, 2009

When Phantom Koala was Young

– A Koala Saga of the Mt Warning Caldera Region, Australia, the World…….this poem is dedicated to ALL the Koalas out there, doing the “hard yards”  in our “ridiculously good looking” urban, rural and recreational  expansions-

When Phantom Koala was still a youth his Mother left, and said in truth “I’ll make it to the Coastal tree, the one I love to eat. Yummie!”
“I’ll stay a month, then come right back”
(little knowing “they’d” change her track).
So off she went to her favourite tree.Goodbyes to PK and his Sisters three, she’d cross through Mooball – the forests there had fragrant leaves in the cool crisp air.
Then smelling the breeze of the ocean true she’d make her way with her corridor view
to her favourite tree, and it’s leaves so rare and then she’d spend a few weeks there.
Well,
Getting there was kind of rough
but PK’s Mama was very tough.
Her was was blocked by a tall steel screen
making her travel much longer – how mean!
So when she arrived – how her body did ache
from that extra long journey those roadworks did make.
However, once climbing her favourite tree,PK’s Mama felt happy and free.
She’d catch up on news of her cousins and friends as they sampled the leaves of the fine coastal blends.
Then later, as winds shifted northern and strong,her thoughts shifted also – to where she belonged.
With her children, the ranges – of Mooball and beyond.
Her tall homeland trees of which she was fond.
She could venture home now, and “Next Year”, she thought “I’ll show PK this way, although it’s not short.He can sample the trees of the coastal wetland and meet all his cousins – it will be really grand!”
Then sadly she found she was hopelessly caught.The route to her homeland was suddenly fraught
with DANGER – more FENCES – MACHINERY too……
PK’s Mama thought “Oh now what to do?”
SHe wandered for ages – for weeks up and down.
Running from people and dogs from a town.
She lost herself twice as she struggled to find
a way back to her hills and away from this bind.
So long did she struggle to find her way home,twice fleeing from males – big Koalas – so strong.
Blocked off from her country to which she belonged. Long nights did she call for her dear PK boy……
Then one winter’s night she heard an
“AHOY”
It was PK – her son but he sounded afar
Across the deep void of the roadway and tar.
He’d travelled some distance, to find her but then
the big roadway stopped him at a small shady glen,
So climbing heroically tall tree tops there
He heard his Mama through the clear coastal air
as she called out his name. They both ran to their fence.
Lives divided by wire, trucks and our “commonsense”.
So now that this epic resolves, I’ll show you
that PK and his Mother are still in the View,
but severity lingers with human road-forms
and houses, developments – all of our “norms”,
That split our dear HERO from his MOTHER in space.
And tho’ time heals his woes, no one argues his case.
Pk’s winter retreats to talk with his Mom
revive all his feeling of how she’s not “home”.
He’d share all his stories to those with an ear,
those people who’d see that it’s wrong just to “clear”.
Building fences and roadways to imprison his friends
(to Pk it seems that this pace knows no ends)
Yet in quiet midnight hours of his winter retreat…
His talks with his Mother – of memories sweet….
YET – NEVER to touch her, nor sit with her close.
BIG ROADS AND BIG FENCES – they do more than you suppose!

When Phantom Koala was still a youth,

his Mother left and said in truth

“I’ll make it to the Coastal tree, the one I love to eat. Yummie!”

“I’ll stay a month, then come right back” (little knowing “they’d” change her track).

DSC05836

So off she went to her favourite tree.Goodbyes to PK and his Sisters three, she’d cross through Mooball – the forests there had fragrant leaves in the cool crisp air. Then smelling the breeze of the ocean true she’d make her way with her corridor view to her favourite tree, and it’s leaves so rare and then she’d spend a few weeks there.

Well,

Getting there was kind of rough

but PK’s Mama was very tough.

Her way was blocked by a tall steel screen

making her travel much longer – how mean!

DSC05769-1

So when she arrived – how her body did ache

from that extra long journey those roadworks did make.

However, once climbing her favourite tree,PK’s Mama felt happy and free. She’d catch up on news of her cousins and friends as they sampled the leaves of the fine coastal blends.

Then later, as winds shifted northern and strong,her thoughts shifted also – to where she belonged. With her children, the ranges – of Mooball and beyond.  Her tall homeland trees of which she was fond.

She could venture home now, and “Next Year”, she thought “I’ll show PK this way, although it’s not short.He can sample the trees of the coastal wetland and meet all his cousins – it will be really grand!”

But sadly she found she was hopelessly caught. The route to her homeland was suddenly fraught

with DANGER – more FENCES – MACHINERY too……

PK’s Mama thought “Oh now what to do?”

DSC05801

She wandered for ages – for weeks up and down.

Running from people and dogs from a town.

She lost herself twice as she struggled to find

a way back to her hills and away from this bind.

So long did she struggle to find her way home,twice fleeing from males – big Koalas – so strong. Blocked off from her country to which she belonged.

Long nights did she call for her dear PK boy……

Then one winter’s night she heard an

“AHOY”

It was PK – her son but he sounded afar

Across the deep void of the roadway and tar.

He’d travelled some distance, to find her but then

the big roadway stopped him at a small shady glen,

So climbing heroically tall tree tops there, he heard his Mama through the clear coastal air as she called out his name. They both ran to their fence.

Lives divided by wire, trucks and our “commonsense”.

DSC05750

So now that this epic resolves, I’ll show you that PK and his Mother are still in the View, but severity lingers with human road-forms and houses, developments – all of our “norms”,  that split our dear HERO from his MOTHER in space.  And tho’ time heals his woes, no one argues his case.

Pk’s winter retreats to talk with his Mom revive all his feeling of how she’s not “home”.

He’d share all his stories to those with an ear, those people who’d see that it’s wrong just to “clear”.

Building fences and roadways to imprison his friends  (to Pk it seems that this pace knows no ends)

Yet in quiet midnight hours of his winter retreat…

His talks with his Mother – of memories sweet….

YET – NEVER to touch her, nor sit with her close.

BIG ROADS AND BIG FENCES – they do more than you suppose!

PK_goes_to_beechmont_along_the_open_road

if you want to find out How Phantom Koala earned his “Hero” status, by travelling to find his mother who had become trapped in Kings forest on the Tweed Coast of NE NSW, Australia, read the second  Koala poem about him at bluecray.org –    “There is a Way