Poetry
• Fallujah - Alan
Ireland
• New Years Poem 2005 - Hillary
Kaye
• The secret of Life -
Shanna Moore
• one month later -
Rex Butters
• Keep Movin' 'Em Around -
C.V. Beck
Fallujah
Fallujah
was a pesky place -
A thorn in Uncle Sam's
embrace.
"By God, I'll take it out," said
he.
"I'll smash it, trash it...set it
free."
So in he went with guns and
tanks
To flatten houses, shops and
banks,
And on a blasted pile of
rocks
In triumph put the ballot
box.
Rotund Allawi was soon
there
With promises from Bush and
Blair:
Free funerals for those who
fell
In what was only briefly hell
-
(The requisite of
9/11
For a democratic heaven)
-
Blocks of spanking flats for
all
And naughty nightclubs to
enthrall.
And then, in freedom's
afterglow,
The grateful city's quid pro
quo:
Von Rumsfeld on his Prussian
horse,
In burnished bronze, beside the
Bourse.
The “world
community” was pleased
To see Iraqis'
anguish eased,
Declared Allawi was so
wise
He'd surely win the Nobel
Prize.
And as for Bush, he wowed the
crowd
And made his Daddy mighty
proud,
While Schoolboy Blair went scuttling
home
To gulp some more testosterone.
– ALAN
IRELAND
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New
Years Poem 2005
by Hillary
Kaye
someday we
will find ourselves
in a paradise of our own
making
there we will be immune to
disease
and love the moon and the
stars
more than
money
things
will be wholly different
when the ocean
and the chariot meet
and the dolphin and
the mermaid
fall in
love
and
poetry will be the first
and only
language
and truth and justice
a given
heaven in the here and
now
and love so sweet that no one can resist
it
worlds
converge and are exploding with difference
and hope will not be
needed
the present moment will be that
good
------------
The
secret of
Life
Is to
LIVE...
and with love......
we are
charmed
Not doomed!
We have a
gift
To
open
and live .....
And if we create
Joy
Instead of hate..
We are
blessed
With
fresh air and
sunshine
Trees
singing
In the mist....
Faces of
Love
Smiling/laughing
singing
The
Breeze
A brand
new breath
a new
day....
The
gift of
life.
A
soft rain
...
re newing.
The wine
...
and
song.....
sweet smoke...
Oh me Irish
Eyes..
Be
twinkling...
Like
stars....
on top of the world!
–
Shanna Moore
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one
month later
the Asian
tsunami
Venice/Santa Monica
beaches
wood washes
up
shafts
poles
sticks
logs
roots
splinters
twigs
branches
boards
with nails
housing
frames
bamboo and
trees
dragged out to
sea
household
artifacts
cans, jars,
containers
sandals tangled and
toys
a plastic yellow
lioness
rests
oil
stained
from Pacific
passage
leans on
debris
stares blind
westward
wondering the fate of its
owner
– Photo of Venice beach and
poem by Rex
Butters
--------------
KEEP
MOVIN' 'EM
AROUND
MOVE
'EM OVER HERE
MOVE 'EM OVER
THERE
KEEP MOVIN' THEM
AROUND
THEY AREN'T
IMPORTANT
ENUFF TO CARE
ABOUT
MOVE
'EM OVER HERE AND OVER THERE
AND
THERE
AND WHEN WE GET TIRED OF
IT,
MAYBE WE
CAN...
PUSH 'EM INTO THE
OCEAN!!!
NO ONE WILL MISS EM...WILL
THEY?
WHO WILL BE
NEXT?
– C. V. Beck
Posted: Tue - February 1, 2005 at 05:40 PM