Consumerism

Consumerism

Consumerism

We are getting old my wife and I

we do not consume much.

The washing machine is old

and our car is going on fifteen, yet

it starts but of course we no longer

use it as often as before.

This makes us poor consumers

the ads on TV are not aimed at us.

Today we bought a new TV,

this pleased my wife it made her feel

important and the shop staff called

her madam.

Assist death, the ultimate triumph of

capitalism

as those who cannot consume

are redundant.

 The last expense

is the casket, even here capitalism

is pressuring relatives to buy

an expensive one,

no one will see

 unless attend the funeral.

But as for now we are safe

the new TV will keep us safe.

If I...

If I...

If I...

I found a bag of cash

it had fallen off a security van

should I take the bag home

and slowly add its money

to my account?

I could by a small flat

people like cash

I could give the money to

Poor people,

but there are so many of them

A bag will not suffice.

Or should I ring the security firm

tell them about it and they will

come with heavily armed guards

ask impertinent question,

reluctantly thank me

while thinking dark thoughts not

believing I just found the money

 Bastard, they do not believe
in honesty,

so I will keep the windfall

and tell no one.  

The Perennial problem among squirrels

The Perennial problem among squirrels

The Perennial problem

Red squirrels evicted

grey squirrel stole their nuts

say the woods are theirs.

The red squirrel is cute and many

are ready to help eradicate

the gray squirrel, but that is not easy

as the gray get help from

the continent the came from

where red squirrel is reduced to

sentimental songs and romantic twaddle.

 The problem is survival

The red fell behind time, but scholars

Think they should be brought back

to the wood again.

What are we going to do with the gray?

Poisoning them has been tried

It didn’t work

So the red and the gray will have

 to find a way

to coexist without us.

What the hell do we know about nuts?

Morning conversation I get up first in the morning Coming back to bed my wife ask Did you? “No, I need coffee first” My wife gets up coming back I ask “Did you?” “No” We are talking about evacuations A perk when it is regular, And you’re a pensioner.

morning convesation

morning convesation

Morning conversation

I get up first in the morning

Coming back to bed my wife ask

Did you?

“No, I need coffee first”

My wife gets up coming back

I ask “Did you?”

“No”

We are talking about evacuations

A perk when it is regular,

And you’re a pensioner.

Stages of life

Stages of life

Stages of Life.

Egg and bacon

Beans and deep fried bread

Breakfast

Beans on toast

The bacon disappear first

Then the slices of

Fried bread and toast

No more beans

One slice of bread no butter

Sugar free marmalade

Caffeine free coffee 

No more said about ageing

Holocaust

Holocaust

Holocaust

After the war - late forties and the fiftyish

Magazines often published grizzly pictures

Of Jews being murdered for being Semitic.

Newspapers and magazines do not publish

Such photos anymore- perhaps rightly,-

They may give us nightmares.

Two old men and a boy standing at the edge

Of a mass grave, the three held their hands

Modestly over their genitalia.

 German soldiers around and a civilian man

With a hunting rifle he was there

To bag a Jew.

 What happened to the civilian after the war?

Probably he survived and lived a long life

 Somewhere in the Alps.

We, how have seen black & white photos

Of the truth will never forget.

magic tree | Write Out Loud

magic tree | Write Out Loud

verses

Verses Should I have lived a life Without upsetting anyone I’ll sulk in my grave Should I have lived a life Without the madness of love Bewails will rot my coffin Should I have lived a life Of politeness and good manners Howling wind my voice Should I have lived a life Not seen the beauty of a snowdrop Black soil and blindness

time machine

Time Machine Sat on a tree trunk Looked at my muddy boots Incredible day An electric shock of happiness My gist is sharp as before I see the splendour Fine rain is as cooling silk I will not leave now But if the stop-clock tells time Not regret a life well lived Sail-ship’s tarpaulin Voyaging the blue expanse Timeless legionnaires Sand dune coloured castles And the last shot has been fired

the serb General

The Serb General I used to be a general, drank plum booze with the best now I sit in a jail in Haag waiting for their verdict. This that I should sit here in this country with cowardly soldiers who would not fight when my army came, but gave me the key to the town I find this deeply disgusting.

The Serb General I used to be a general, drank plum booze with the best now I sit in a jail in Haag waiting for their verdict. This that I should sit here in this country with cowardly soldiers who would not fight when my army came, but gave me the key to the town I find this deeply disgusting.

worth a fight

Worth a Fight. It is no longer about right or wrongs it is about taking a stand..... Against those whose forefathers came to this country to escape poverty and tyranny, and now want to end democracy the unwritten consensus by people of different classes. We have become soft liberal, Christianity you said? Don’t make me laugh we are far too Self-assured to believe in god. And we are giving way while their imams eggs the people on and not for a moment do they stop No, not for a sneeze of hesitation do they think that if they went back to their forefathers’ country, whip would await them in dank cells. Their faith has good points.... no it has not. But they have the right to return back to their cherished land and practice a faith that is still stuck in the middle aged. Soft liberal, giving way for the sake of peace, a peace I will not accept and I will fill bullets in chambers of my revolver to defend what my people fought for it is called democracy, shaky yes, with many flaws, but so far a system worth fighting for

The French

French, the People I went to a wedding in Paris that was some time ago when the lily white French in their cotton packed arrogance thought the Arabs they had pressed to live in cheap housing, was a happy lot. The wedding was conducted on a barge that was going down the Seine and up again and on the voyage we could see the Eifel tower in all its garish colours. To work on a wedding barge is well paid only white French waiters, although the kitchen staff, was foreigners I mean those who wash pots and spits in your soup. It was a grand wedding and we were standing in line to be served goose liver which is if you are not too particular liver from an overstuffed bird . The French makes good food or so they tell us, and they punch you if you disagree. But I do feel sorry for the French cherished confidence has taken a knock, “we are not universal loved” we, the French who has colourized the world even the USA president says so and he is an African. They have much to learn the French, perhaps they should read Victor Hugo again, odd the old scribes, they saw their countryman clearly, mocked them and loved them at the same time.

waterway

Waterway When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean and unquestionable becoming inconsequent. It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it could not run the other way back to white water on innocence. I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong Time, wrong woman in a house of ill repute. I say; let me do my Mistakes again and learn nothing of interest.

freedom of the press

Freedom of the Press The hallowed freedom of the press In the west Doesn’t sit well in the east when Islam is made fun of. So leave them alone to worship Allah their way, Millions of backsides exposed to an ignorant world. We can make fun of the Germans, the frog and sex mad Swedes We laugh and giggle until someone gets up and hit the offender for going too far. when saying someone’s mother is a slut Great democracy the elite tells us, but do not go too far and never make fun of a Jew.

humour

Refusal Stood on top my desk rope over a beam postman knocked three times there is hope a letter a publisher has sent me a letter I open it and laughed it is another rejection something about my spelling lack of punctuation and commas the publisher used to be a teacher

poems from an Indian friend

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A woman’s Man Women in the merchant fleet are nothing new, there have been stewardesses, on ships since the late fifties. Before that we had to do with mess-boys to bring us and as they had little interest in the work and the crew Hall suffered their unappetizing nearness. Some of the women were married or had a boyfriend amongst the crew others not and they had a choice amongst men knocking on their cabin door with water kept hair. Being in the catering back then it was easy to charm them since we were with them and took their side in a dispute, The downside they were ugly and middle aged. But as the saying goes a cat's colour does not matter if it can catch mice, and again I ended up being the lover of older women... I got so used to this that my first wife was ten years older than me.; and older women had more experience in lovemaking, I mean one didn’t had to point out the obvious. But dalliances like this didn’t last long, usually the captain or the chief officer took an interest for a middle aged woman her economic future was more important than mere sex that was funny but had short levity and often ended in tears. Then suddenly I as fifty and had been a whore for a long time, before I met a girl 25, got married- don’t know how- I was married and had two children. My young wife knows nothing of my past, she thinks of m as a helpless person a victim of circumstances caused by my inherent niceness.

Waterway When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean and unquestionable becoming inconsequent. It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it could not run the other way back to white water on innocence. I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is wrong time, wrong woman in a house of ill repute. And I say; let me do all, my mistake again and learn an important lesson.- whatever it was- I will not be an easy prey this time and high heels on leather boot will tempt me not. I want to find the beginning of everything, sex means nothing.

soul caretaker

Soul Caretaker Saw him this morning a jute sack slung over his right shoulder and it was full of yet un-dead nightmares. He is the man who collects discarded dreams those we deny having thoughts that have seeped out of our dark interior when we have slept, all our sick thinking, unnatural sex with family and animals and limitless violence, sack was full cleaning up humanities excesses. In the morning papers, we read about dead children, husband shooting or stabbing his wife, his darkest dream has become an obscene reality. Without this man with his sack, we would be stabbing each other wading knee deep in filth and gore, but we are saved in our daily life as we can’t stop the leak, cracks in our soul- that a child drowned in a bathtub, and it happened when a mother lost grip of reality, this was not as she thought a dream How to explain that to the judge

something gained

Something Gained. The milkmaid had milky white arms, strong muscles rippled below the surface of her skin, asked if mine was big as a cow’s teats? She took it out stroked it and I had an instant erection, she laughed and masturbated me, and when I came I nearly fainted. I had been milked. It was a cold winter and I went into the barn often sometimes she was willing other times she chased me out. It was then I took up skating I was going to be the world’s best skater. A day I saw a man coming down the main road, first as a little prick then he grew bigger and bigger and his shadow had frozen to a lump of ice. The milkmaid left she was going to marry the milkman the one who drove around in the morning collecting milk for the dairy in the village, so, no more to get from her, had to do it myself. I was for quite taken with sex and noticed that cows too were females, The new district nurse came to listen to my chest as I had had Tuberculosis. We sat in the barn and suddenly she grabbed hold of my left hand and put it on her sex, she was very wet and had an orgasm... I think. She gave me a blow- job and it took years before anyone else did that. I heard the other farmers a Saturday when they were having a drink calling her slut a word I had never heard before, but disliked the sound of. When mother came back from the sanatorium my stay at the farm came to an end. I got a job as an errand boy, had a big bike. The ladies who lived in the posh part of town didn’t bother to shop and some were lonely and in need of a man, that was ok, but I disliked the biking around since they rang and wanted the grocery delivered by “the nice young man”.

Fulfillment of Dreams

Fulfilment of Dreams. Murder in Paris sounds so more romantic then murder in Oslo. (Where the hell is Oslo?) There was a young man in Norway who thought he could stop a dream by killing it, one would think he had never been a child; but then again perhaps he acted out his childhood dream but needed a political excuse. I’m one of those who do not believe, except infants are innocent, dark, devilish thoughts dwell in child’s mind too. The Psychopath – to say he is a terrorist is to give him a status- Breivik was anti-Islam and killed in the name of purity. The ignorant psychopath in Paris tried to kill laughter in the name of Islam which prompted a famous writer to say at Islam had a rotten core.... what rot! The killers fulfilled a dream of daring dramatic acts in the name of religion. And we must never stop laughing or let sick people stop us living.

comedians

Comedians Batman is alone in the rain Sits on a swing Moving to and thro reflecting upon life Why he has to be different A mask which covers his nose. Why can he not be like George Clooney Were a suit And be married to a lawyer? He wore a suit once it was brown But was totally ignored. It was only now that he wears A silly outfit Climbing walls and catching thieves He gets seen. “Clowns are born boring,” reflects As rain drops down His funny nose.

the Canine in us

The Canine in us. What dogs do to us humans I’m not in the habit of calling anyone darling or even worse sweetheart. It was a friend of mine who pointed out that these were names I used on my dog never using her proper name which was Bambi.. what a silly name but I thought nothing calling her darling loudly in a busy town. Dogs are not like us, the live along side, eat our food but they don’t understand what’s going on, not because they are stupid – tat too- but their world experience is different. Dogs find us human endlessly fascinating, think we lost the plot long ago and walk confused through the world. The only thing that keep dogs from not putting us in place is that we are expert at being evil, an emotion foreign to canines. So they do as told when we train them, although it makes no sense For a dog to sit and give a paw. A dog thinks its owner is stupid and when they get to adulthood take on the role as a protector and when it barks at someone walk passed our window it thinks it has saved our lives. Dog and humans deserves each other as they are equally daft, who on earth would call a dog Bambi?

Ambling Around

Ambling About. On my Sunday afternoon stroll I was overtaken by a lady who walked fast, but her winter coat belonged to a much older person. I guessed the lady was around forty, perhaps older never saw her face. she came fast upon me could have stuck a knife in my back., This worried me and I decided to always keep a fork in my back pocket. Where the road bends she disappeared, but I saw her coat hanging on the branch of a carob tree. I took the coat down, it was still warm, wondered where the lady had gone. She came out from some bushes with a toilet roll in her hand. I said. ”thought someone had stolen it,” helped her to put it on. I sneezed and she gave me a sheet of the roll, to blow my nose. Nothing more was said and she walked so much fast than me – middle class lady who went to the gym- She was around fifty, it would have been nice to have had sex with her under the heavy leaved tree- bird song and fluttering butterflies-, but I knew at my age I was never going to fuck anyone that young again.

words

Words Dubai Lumps of concrete Set in sand If you want to study Marine biology Don’t start with a tin of sardines Capital punishment Since we all are going to die It is not a penalty Shrimps are Insects of the oceans Why not we eat butterflies If all life is related Having the same origin Aren't we cannibals