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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Thoughts About Cars
Drifting thoughts.
Interesting article I read,
in a few years robots and the chip
can take over most manual work
and cars are so advanced they
don't need a driver.
75% of the population will be
permanently unemployed.
Appealing, but who is going to buy
the clever cars?
I think we have to rethink the future.
And a last thought who the hell wants
to drive a car
that drives itself?
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Pig Farming
Pig Farming
British farmers treat their pigs better
than their European counterparts,
straw strewn floors to walk on and
toys (usually footballs) to kick around
in the pen while they wait…
Alas, like their European brethrens
they will be slaughtered roasted, boiled
or smoked, usually when very young;
straw and toys are for you and I so we
can say we’re kind to animals we eat.
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Unmarked Page
Unmarked Page
This blank page looks like a snow landscape
a plateau of possibilities, and thoughts not
yet born. II will leave it blank after all snow
will thaw to greenness and the plateau will
bustle of mice, men and Angora goats.
But I may write something on the left hand
corner just a small mark, nothing deep, just
to say halloo and then leave the blankness
to its own silence.
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