Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Poetry in motion

Poetry in motion
It exercises the mind
Putting words in context
Take it as you find
I'm not planning on rhyming
As I write this little ditty
But that's the way my mind works
Its fucked up and slightly shitty
Poets should be writing
About hosts of daffodils
But after too much vodka
My brian waves are somewhat shrill
Let's write about some sunset
Or raw feelings and loves test
But maybe writing rubbish
Shows talent at its best
I want to write like Lear
The characters of Carroll
Have my bunny rabbits
Spinning in a barrel
Because nonsense honestly
Is a Milligan necessity
A ning nang nong
Fucking responsibility 
So don't rhyme about love
And human emotions
No words that tell us to
Take that sickly potion
But tell me about
The bandersnatch and the pea green boat
And the cow that jumped over the moon
I'll oblige and take my coat 
Because the verse that's worse
Is terse - a curse.
But what is worst is
A verse that's cursed


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Is This a Poem?

Is this a poem?
You tell me 
It's a series of 
Random words
That I
Put on different lines
Because
I've been drinking
Vodka
Russian Vodka
Stolichnaya to be exact
It's good vodka
It brings out the poetry in a man
It taps into
My inner Pushkin and Pasternak
And riles my ra ra Rasputin
я люблю тебя
Da ya lyublyu tebya
Дорогая
Dorogaya - Darling ya lyublyu
I love you
As you lay next to me.
I want to lie in your arms
Forever.
But like the USSR
We are doomed
I, like Laika
Orbit around you
Your faithful companion
But like that trusting canine
I will burn up
In your atmosphere
And my dust will irritate you
Like the pollen from the cherry trees
In the park
Like the blossom
Our love is
Transitory
I inhale the scent
And am intoxicated
But we will sneeze
And with a
Bless you
Our moment will
Have
Passed.



Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Four More Years... I wrote this in 2004 - just change the name to Trump

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 04, 2004


Four More Years of Bush!

Four more years of Bush (Trump works just as well)

I guess it depends on how quickly you say this as to whether it brings a smile to your lips or you break down in tears. I guess it also depends on whether you have the mentality of a thirteen year old boy or you are serious about your politics. (I hope I am in the latter category) – (Well not too serious!)

So Freedom and Democracy is safe for another four years. I don’t really know how afraid I am when I write this. But I send a word of sympathy to all the good thinking people of the US.

An online dictionary from Princeton University in the US tell us that Freedom is:

the power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints.

Is this the ‘freedom’ that Bush jnr. Is imposing on Iraq and Afghanistan? Because is seems to me that this ‘freedom’ Bush talks about comes with a lot of strings and external imposed (by the US) restraints – that’s not Freedom is it?

Another definition is:

Not being under another's control; the power to say or do as one pleases, e.g., freedom of speech or belief or freedom of economic decision making.

None of these, to my mind, is what’s on offer when the United States, through its figurehead Bush, starts to influence the citizens of those countries with displays of military strength and bombing by its Air Force. What about freedom of belief, and freedom of economic decision making? None of these will be part of Bush’s plan (Bush being, I am sure, a part of the ultra-right Christian Evangelical movement for whom Islam would be an anathema)

This leads us to another definition of freedom:

The societal condition that exists when every individual has 100% control over their own property."

That is, if it has not been bombed into dust, along with the rest of your extended family!

Freedom is one of those tricky words that mean different things to different people. For some CCTV is a means to freedom, for others is an abuse of a persons freedom to walk freely without being observed. There is, through the use of CCTV for instance, an implied guilt, that we all have to be observed in some way, like in Orwell’s 1984, and of course its all in the name of the people for the good of the people.

It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place or within range of a telescreen. The smallest thing could give you away. A nervous tic, an unconscious look of anxiety, a habit of muttering to yourself—anything that carried with it the suggestion of abnormality, of having something to hide. In any case, to wear an improper expression on your face… was itself a punishable offense. There was even a word for it in Newspeak: facecrime Orwell 1984


It’s like the bringing together the two words Freedom and Terrorism can be used as a sort of a talisman that allows bullies like Bush and his Government (Which it appears over 50% of the US population support – so using guilt by association, the US is a country of bullies – and not just the red necked sort apparently) to enter legal states around the world and to enforce this thing ‘Freedom’.

Don't you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?… The whole climate of thought will be different. In fact, there will be no thought, as we understand it now. Orthodoxy means not thinking—not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness." Orwell 1984.

To be honest I do not want America’s ideas Freedom, I do not want the US to even suggest to me that their freedom’s are better than the freedom’s enjoyed by me in my country. I do not support any invasion of another country in the name of Bush’s idea of Freedom. I do not want the American Dream because from this side of the Atlantic it looks much more like an American Nightmare. The pursuit of Life, Liberty, and Happiness seems to be some sort of horrendous joke when it is applied to whats happening in the Middle East.

Remember Bush and co one day you will be bought to account:

"It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody, in Eurasia or Eastasia as well as here. And the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world." Orwell 1984


Four More Years
Don’t Dry the Tears
On the mothers sallow cheek

When Soldier Boys
Have Lost their Toys
And return in the Brittle Box

A folded flag
Just a political gag
Placed in the Mothers hands

In Dusty Street
Other Sad Mothers weep
For the children dead in arms

It’s Freedoms stain
Americas Shameful Bloody Pain
Four More Years of Bush