Trying To Remember
Dawn, from the sea of unconsciousness a tsunami
came and flooded the land of consciousness.
I walked around the flotsam to see if I could use
any of the dazed hazy thoughts. But before I could
pick up any interesting ideas, high tide came and
washed everything away; and it was morning and
the phone was ringing. A sense of loss remained
something vital I must try to remember.
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Shipwreck
As the ship exploded and sunk, her crew
died a hundred times.
Through portholes they saw the green sea,
getting darker; they couldn´t hear their own
screams as the noise of crushed iron´s was
louder, like hundred express trains hurdling
toward obliviousness
And then the sea blew open doors
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.
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The Obama Speech
The Obama Speech
The great orator spoke in Cairo, told those
who had lost their land to stop warring and
seek a peaceful solution.
He told those who had done all the stealing,
from the bereft, to stop taking more and be
a bit more helpful.
Yes, our Obama knows how to do the talking,
but I don’t think the land grabbers give any of
it back to those they took if from.
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Ageless Beauty
The Ageless Beauty
There is a mannequin,
in the dark corner of
the hall, showing off
a swimsuit 1950 style.
She is beautiful, in her
own eyes, which are
made of coloured glass
...sea green.
Dust on lips she doesn’t
care, not of the sultry
type, show no interest,
in sexual matters.
Spooks guests, when
they have gone she
smiles at her image
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The Horses
The horses
Three horses graze on my land, one is a foal.
In the twilight and with gentle rain falling
they remind me of work horses of by gone
days when I steered the plough that made
furrows in dark, clean soil.
When I stroke their flanks the good aroma
of warm horse arises; dreams are endless.
In daylight they pretend to be boulders, but
even then they make the land serene.
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A Love Story
The Love Story
We live far apart
The distance is getting hazy
My dearest love
I can still hear your heartbeat
In the stillness of the night
You’re my love
Green eyes clear as the ocean
Tears like pearls
My soul was transient back then
My quest was worldly success
Give me sign
Help me to see, I was blind
Open my eyes
So you can come into sight
Before cruel time erases us
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Austerity
Austerity?
Expensive cars chocking the approaches
to Vilamoura, the yacht and seaside town.
No austerity today, a man in an old Fiat
was laughed off the road, probably a waiter
on the way to work. No poverty no beggars
only shampooed dogs with golden collars.
And as always the poor, the silent majority,
stayed in their howls, sun is exclusively for
the perma- tan set in August.
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Patriotism
Patriotism
Wind flapping flags
Snap in wind of jingoism
Cause to be fearful
Jets streaks through the air
We feel powerful and proud.
It’s our lads up there
Let the unseen enemy fear
Our great nerve
We will occupy them one day
And raze their inferior culture.
Till they understand
They are not better than us
In any way
When they adopt our system
We will set them free again.
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The Servant
A dumb servant in the hall holding on
to hats and coats,
got fed up and dropped them on the floor.
Walked down to the docks threw himself
into the water and tried swim to
the island of Madeira
A dumb servant made of wood and hollow legs
could float but not swim, picked up and sent home
to dry
A dumb servant in the hall, holding on
to hats and coats and the party goes on
and on...
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Haiti
Haiti
A heap of bodies a humid, tree less killing field?
Raw unrestricted pictures, it is like being awake
seeing a nightmare. And so many more will die,
there will be riots, looting and shooting.
There is a big elephant in the emergency room
it has grown fat on aid sent from abroad. Now
is not the time to ask why it is unseen, but help
people who need more than a bishops prayers
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