Welcome to My Planet

WELCOME TO MY PLANET

This my planet, we call it Earth.

I’ve lived upon it since the day of my birth.

I’ll stay here, I think, until my end,

When Grace my last breath it does send.

On my planet, which is mostly sea

Earth, water, fire and air is all free,

It’s perfect for life beneath our great Sun,

In trillions of miles it’s the only one.

If I made the rules, all humans would be

Running their own lives and walking free.

But there is one thing that sadly I say,

Our worldly rulers have unholy ways.

I’m just being honest, not dragging you down,

But our elected elected leaders are usually clowns,

Sending troops to wars so pointless to die,

Leaving their families to fear and to cry.

Whist leaders are counting the cash that they store,

And the greedy bleeders still want more.

They wear their robes with such a false pride,

Taking the people for taxable rides.

Yet deep beneath that beyond even their sins,

Lies the peace and the bliss inside  within..

If only they’d let true wisdom show,

How to be grateful and let their Light glow.

For eight billion plus people now living here,

Each one has a soul, a life so dear,

Each one of us is given the chance,

To find peace within and our lives enhance.

Just ask and then let your true self be shown,

Turn doubtful beliefs into something known,

Rise above thought thoughts that do drift,

Be grateful for the Breath that is the gift.

Find your own light, hear the sound,

Feel the connection to which we are bound,

Enjoy your life on this planet Earth,

Each moment called now since the time of your birth!

 

MY LIFE IN A SHELL

 MY LIFE IN A SHELL

I laughed a lot and shed a tear,

Felt some anger, felt some joy,

Turning from dreaded fear,

Looking back to me the boy.

 

Never had an earthly wife,

Yet for some I felt the Love,

Felt the bliss and felt the strife,

Down below and up above.

I climbed some mountains,

Kissed the sky,

Bathed in fountains,

And got high.

Walked some roads,

Went underground,

Sailed on Norfolk’s Broads

And listened to nature’s sweet sounds.

Drank some wine and Holy Water,

Took some drugs

When I thought I oughta,

Had some bumps and caught some bugs.

Gotten old and lost my teeth,

Slowing down upon the streets,

Daily seeking inner peace,

Look inside the thoughts to beat.

Life lies between two sturdy walls,

That breath keeps apart through grace,

Listening as divine light me calls,

As I rest within my space.

 

LIBERATION - a poem by Alun Buffry, April 29 2026

LIBERATION

 

Death is liberation

From all consternation.

Some think reincarnation.

Some think devastation.

But beyond expectation,

Defying explanation,

Is a transformation

That is liberation.

 

Have no fear, shed no tear,

Ask no seer, it’s where we’re,

Heading for that wall,

We’ll rise, we will not fall.

 

The gift that is creation,

Through joy and trepidation,

We travel to cessation

As here and now our destination.

We give some consideration,

In temporal adoration,

Imagine situations,

Beyond perpetuation.

 

Just focus on the light within,

That frees us from imaginary sin,

Let gratitude for life begin,

And clarity and love will win.

Kicking Balls - a poem by Alun Buffry, May 2025

KICKING BALLS

by
Alun Buffry
(May 2025)

That day did come I said goodbye,
And daily since I'd want to cry,
'Cos heaven's not in clouds on high,
And Angels not up in the sky.

The Master said it's all within,
No Karma comes from past lives' sins.
The world we take upon the chin,
And on we struggle thick and thin.

Those that passed on from our sight,,
We wonder if perhaps we might
Meet once more on lofty height
Beyond this world and all its plights.

Illusion, monks tell us, is all around
As beaten gongs that speed their sounds,
Vibrating air and through the ground
To free us from our temple mounds.

One day each one of us must go
And only then we'll surely know
The crops that grew from seed we'd sowed.
And answers to our lifetime's woes.

We live our lives between two walls.
We walk our paths with its pitfalls.
In truth I say, all in all,
What fun I had kicking life's balls.

POSITIVITY - A song by Alun Buffry, words by Alun, vocals and Music by AI

Song (AI) The River of Life by Alun Buffry

 AI produced version of a song from my poem "The River of Life"  

I would welcome any human being that can produce a better version of these words to music

River of Life!

Whether we laugh, or whether we cry,

the river of life goes rushing by,

down the hills and mountain sides,

into valleys, long and wide,

towards the ocean that is its goal,

it's journey travelled by our soul.

When I was but a little boy,

the river rippled and dashed with joy,

and as I grew and longed to learn,

the river for the ocean yearned.

As young man travelled round the world,

the river twisted, turned and twirled,

eager to find it's resting place,

eager to travel in time and space.

And as the seeking man grew older,

the river found the bigger boulders,

but on it travelled without care,

it knew it's destiny's not there.

The rushing water's now quite slow,

the river old has nothing to show,

it's happiness is calm and deep,

as old man takes his final sleep.

The ocean that is never ending,

is to the sky it's waters lending,

to rain again on mountain top,

to make sure life's rivers never stop.

The rivers message lies in this

Ocean of Mercy, Peace and Bliss

The River Aru in Kashmir, where I wrote these words in 1981

More Poems

Put It Right Yourself - ai generated song from my poem

 https://www.buffry.org.uk/putitrightyourself.m4a

 

PUT IT RIGHT YOURSELF

by Alun Buffry

Look down for a moment at this Human race,
From origins to now, changes we trace,
That 'though most of the time we didn't want war,
We let politicians and military men store
Our weapons of hate - or protection they say,
In case we have enemies to strike at one day.
So, now we all stand facing each other,
Knowing all die if man strikes his brother.

Some people here shout about nuclear power;
The atoms are split not to make enemies cower;
Used instead to make heat, movement and light,
But some people feel radiation ain't right.
The burns, they tell us, will start with an itch,
Yet daily we continue to push down the switch,
For the sake of economy and to ease our lives,
To amuse the children and appease the wives.

None of us want deadly fumes in our heads,
Yet most of our cars are still pumping out lead,
And carbon monoxide and satanic gases
Which surround the globe and will choke the masses.
See - we all need to travel and warm up our homes.
It's so far from us that strange ozone.
The scientists, we hope, the solution will find,
While we run round like mad men to satisfy our minds.

We hide away the old, the mental, the spastics,
We dig our big holes and fill them with plastics,
We flush down the toilet with all kinds of shit,
Polluting the rivers and oceans with it.
The fish, they are dying, some species are lost,
We all say we're sorry but won't pay the cost;
Won't give up our luxuries, take care how we tread,
On this our planet, and live gently instead.

There up the road is a chemical factory,
The products, we think, are quite satisfactory.
The pollution it's causes around us, us bugs,
But it's all in the creation of bottles of drugs,
To cure all (they say) of illness and sores,
Forgetting to tell us the factory's the cause.
Ask how can we stop it, make the guilty atone,
When we are all using the same economics at home?
So, next time you notice the rivers all stink,
Remember at home what you put down the sink.
Next time that you feel that the air is impure,
Remember the fumes and the smoke that we pour,
Out of our chimneys and cars. Think of the mammals!
Remember each one of us is in essence an animal.
And if you choose now not to swim in the sea,
Remember the nasties were put there by thee.

One thing we all know in our heads is for sure,
A Huge sacrifice is needed and maybe much more.
We must think of the things that we use and we trash,
What we burn and destroy will have a backlash:
Poisoned air, water and radiation kill slow,
And the poor Human race has nowhere to go.
Unless each person can get into their head,
That the cause and effect will make it all dead. 

 

Sand through the Hand - a Poem by Alun Buffry (1982)

 

Sand through the Hand

by

Alun Buffry

(1982)

Life flows so quick like golden sand

Each grain a day passed through God’s hand

Each moment precious as a jewel

And Yet I waste it like a fool.

You looked at me my heart to sway

But blind I was and looked away

Back to desires and lust and greed

From which You begged me to be freed.

I never ceased to grab and hoard,

Always forgetting my sweet Lord,

That Love lives on within inside

From whom no soul would wish to hide.

I pray to you Lord, to be so kind

And give me strength to ignore my mind,

So from your path I’ll never stray

And at your feet my life will stay.

Those things for which once I craved

You showed inside and I was saved,

Life’s flow became a flow of bliss.

Each grain a chance Your feet to kiss.

And if ever off I stray again,

Please call me back to Holy Name

That Light inside me, make it glow,

Your endless love, please let me know.

God's Game - a poem by Alun Buffry, Morocco 1977

GOD'S GAME by Alun Buffry

                                                                            Morocco 1977

Left Marrakesh today, to Fez, but on the way,

Felt a lacking of some sort - forgotten my passport!

Got off the bus again, cursing my damned brain,

Went back to where we'd stayed. God's little game was played.

Amidst all this goddam fuss, in little Hotel 'Mus',

I got the passport back! But my head's about to crack!

It's started now to rain. I think I'll catch the train.

'Cos lover must be there and I wish I was with her!

Not possible this time, to use the railway line.

So I sit in sorrow, waiting for tomorrow,

When I hope that I can go, if rain don't turn to snow.

Well the money goes so quick, I'm gonna have a fit,

I want to smoke some stuff and call the devil's bluff.

Illusions all around, and my head aches from the sound

Of rains and cars and mules and stupid tourist fools.

But writing down these lines has made me feel quite fine.

It's just that I couldn't half do with a long hot bath,

And get rid of the dirt, and wash my only shirt,

And jeans and socks and all, and go and have a ball,

In Fez.

As the Mind flies so the Bird walks to the mountain, OR Zen and the Art of Being Lazy

 

As the Mind flies so the Bird walks to the mountain, 

OR 

Zen and the Art of Being Lazy

(a postcard from Pokhara)

by Alun Buffry

Today, outside, the weather is hazy.

Stayed in all day, feeling quite lazy.

Where to go now, we often talk,

Then decide it's too far to walk.

Two hours there and two hours back,

"Let's stay here, and have a snack".

Just fifteen minutes up to Baba's.

and we know that there, food's better by far,

but here we eat, for our stomachs sake,

whatever's available as it's no effort to make.

"Well", I say, "I guess that's what

a holiday's for on a day that's hot."

"We're free, we don't have to do anything.

We can fly like a bird with a broken wing."

"How can that be, such a bird can't fly?"

"We can't do much either and here is why-

Cos - cor it's hot outside today,

and wherever we go we have to pay",

or "My leg's aching, stiff and weak,

and there's nothing in the bazaar we seek."

"Stomach queasy, or head aching?

Let's be another chillum a-making."

Then, "Let's go in a boat!"

"No, don't want to row!"

Or, "Let's climb that mountain, look at the snow!"

Oh, if only we could get up there and back,

Without having to walk on that mountain track.

If you close your eyes and lay on your bed,

you can go anywhere inside your head.

If you know how to master the Traveller's Trick,

You'll be there in an instant and come back so quick.

Bag of Dirt - a poem by Alun Buffry

 

BAG OF DIRT

I thought I was a bag of dirt,

A bag that hoped and loved and hurt,

A bag of cosmic dust,

That aches and yearns and feels a must.

I thought I was a bag of dirt.

That grows a beard and wears a shirt,

A bag that talks and laughs and thinks,

A dirtbag, I hope it doesn't stink.

Joni sang we are just stardust,

Sounds to me she had it sussed;

Golden though from out the garden,

Stardust that can melt or harden.

This bag of dirt it has a life,

It makes an effort battling strife,

What is its purpose some may ask,

Is it to fulfil some divine task?

This dirt was born and will surely die,

 And in between those walls is I,

One thing more I want to say,

Make best of life I try each day.

 

I CAN SEE YOU. A Poem and Dedication by Alun Buffry

I CAN SEE YOU (2021) 

by

Alun Buffry

 

 I can see your shadow in the sun.

 I can see you, since time itself began. 

I can see you on that empty chair. 

I know you’re always there. 

 

You may have passed from my direct sight. 

You may have travelled to that divinest light. 

Yet I see you rustling in the trees. 

Yet I see you in the buzzing bees. 

 

You went before me, travelled on. 

Yet I hear you in every loving song. 

I never thought so soon you'd go.

You never went, I truly know. 

 

I can see you in my mind. 

In my heart it's you I find. 

My time will come, I'll see you there. 

And peace and bliss I know we'll share.

 

DEDICATED TO AND IN MEMORY OF

 Bill Albert

Mark Angus

Lenny Ash

Stanley Atkins

Chris Baldwin

Dottie Baldwin

John Banham

Dave “Woofer” Barker

Don Barnard

Jackie Barnard

Mike Beavis

Lily Battersby 

Eddie Battersby

Sue Beswick 

Wayne Beswick

Maggie Bevan 

Dr Anne Biezanek

Billy 

Charlie Bristow

Iswyn Buffry

Margaret (Maggie) Buffry

Maurice Buffry

Sidney Charles Buffry

Stanley "Jim" Buffry

Vera Buffry

Elizabeth Brice (Clare Hodges)

Jaime Carren

Sidney "Siddy" James Carter

Ann Clarke

Colin Campbell Clarke 

Frank Clements

Nigel Cox

John Cripps 

Sarah (Sal) Crum

Sidney Crum

Michael Cutler

John Davies 

Eileen Dawson

Judith (Judi) Dawson 

Wilf Dawson

Patrick ‘Patman’ Denning 

Jeff Ditchfield

Damian Donnelly

Paddy (Peter) Donnelly

Sue Duggan

Terry Dutton 

Arthur Eveleigh

Hilda Eveleigh

Sarah Eveliegh

Michael Fell

Paul Fowler

Barry Fritton

Liza Frost

Andre Fürst

Paul Flynn MP

Clare Garner

Ivor Garfield

Dr Ian Gibson MP 

Delsia Goddard

Haydon Goddard

Don Good

Sid (Kevin) Grubb

Joe Hardy-Sharp

Tom Hanson

Jack Herer

Tom Hanson

Lyn Hill

Pamela Hill

Keith Huckle

Peter Hunter

Elizabeth 'Biz' Ivol 

Greg Hurn

Nick Hurn

Beryl Jackson

Janine

Paul ('Australian Paul') Jolin

Frank Kirk

Klarika 

Bernie Kramer

Chris Kramer 

Alf Langley

Bessie Langley 

Lorna Langley

Phylis Langley

William (Bill) Langley

Derrik Large

Chris Lausch

Robo Linders

David "Sheriff" Lyness

(Dennis) Howard Marks

Julian McAkistair

Levi McCarthy 

John Edwin McGivern

Mandy Medlar 

Miro

Prof John Morgan

Nellie

Joep Oomen 

Charlie Orpin

Doris Orpin

Jackie O'Toole

Colin Paisley

Mark Palmer

Michael Pryce

Patrick Rowlands

Richard "Scotty" Scott

Tim Sillence

Nol van Shaik

Larna Simmons

Cedric Skinner

Alistair Stevenson

Jane Stevenson

Claudia Stiller

Norbert Stiller

Phil Stovell

John Sullivan

‘Grannie’ Pat Tabram

Stuart Talbot

Joe Thompson 

Leslie von Goetz

Graham (Monty) Whitehead

Lou Whitehead 

Kenneth Williams

Shiela Willians

Bob Wilton

Prof Lynn Zimmer

RIP

 

DON'T LET ME TELL YOU WHAT TO DO

by Alun Buffry

I don't need no New Year's resolutions.
They gave me no solutions
To problems that I'd thought I'd had,
As life was good and seldom bad.

I gave up giving up,
If I want a drink a glass I'll sup.
If I want to toke, I'll have a puff
And easy stop when I've had enough.

I know we're just not all the same,
Not in body, mind or name,
But if your life you want to change,
Just make no promises, avoid in shame.

Take control of your own life,
Don't blame the husband or the wife,
Realise that inside you should feel strong
There is no Right, there is no wrong.

There be no guilt as there is no blame,
There is no guilt, should be no shame,
We've all be told what we should do,
By those that don't really know the real you.

Don’t wait for revolution.
Don’t sink in convolution.
The answer’s in the question’s seen.
So I say don’t listen to me

Don't let me tell you how to be.
Live your life for you are free,
To choose to say, to think, to do,
And day by day you will get through. 

December 2020

More Poetry by Alun Buffry

Happy Solstice Folk

Happy Solstice Folk

long live the leaves,

glory to the trees,

live on creation,

way beyond the nations,

pray for humanity,

to reach true sanity,

thankful for the sky above,

putting first the inside love.

Something I just made up,

Join me now and raise your cups.

 

 

VIDEO: Readings from Inside by Hat 10 April 2020

The World That is For Ever Changing - a poem by Alun Buffry

The World That is For Ever Changing
by
Alun Buffry
10 April 2020

In this our time the world has changed,
It seems our Lives are re-arranged.
The Tyrants, they have made their laws,
To try to keep us all indoors.

Once we gathered, groups of friends,
Now we think that’s reached the end.
Are those laws so right or wrong?
Regardless we must each stay strong.

No more gatherings in the streets,
No more protests bad laws to beat,
Through emails, Twitter, Facebook and Skype,
What we once shouted now we must type.

I thought this world was meant for me.
I thought mankind should all be free.
To travel roads and seas and skies,
To Live our Lives so we feel high.

Right now the virus makes some fright.
Governments tell us alone is Right.
Inside our homes they want us to hide,
Yet happiness and joy remains inside.

This time must pass as all time does.
What we must keep is peace and love.
Bad laws we know they’ll introduce,
Our peaceful conformity to seduce.

But look at it another way.
Don’t let our hearts to hatred sway.
For life is not just about this world,
our lives inside us always unfurled.

What’s still important for you and me,
is what lies inside that each must see.
Whatever happens in our lives,
For peace and love we each must strive

Melissa Doordaughter reading one of her poems from INSIDE NY HAT AND OTH...

God's Ganme, a poem from Marrakesh 1976

GOD'S GAME
by
Alun Buffry (1976)

Left Marrakesh today, to Fez, but on the way,
Felt a lacking of some sort - forgotten my passport!
Got off the bus again, cursing my damned brain,
Went back to where we'd stayed. God's little game was played.
Amidst all this goddam fuss, in little Hotel 'Mus',
I got the passport back! But my head's about to crack!

It's started now to rain. I think I'll catch the train.
'Cos lover must be there and I wish I was with her!
Not possible this time, to use the railway line.
So I sit in sorrow, waiting for tomorrow,
When I hope that I can go, if rain don't turn to snow.
Well the money goes so quick, I'm gonna have a fit.

I want to smoke some stuff and call the devil's bluff.
Illusions all around, and my head aches from the sound
Of rains and cars and mules and stupid tourist fools.
But writing down these lines has made me feel quite fine.
It's just that I couldn't half do with a long hot bath,

And get rid of the dirt, and wash my only shirt,
And jeans and socks and all, and go and have a ball,

In Fez.