the Oscar`s

the Oscar`s

Oscar`s

Oscar night

Red carpet and

Clammy armpits

Valium

Skeletal women

Gasping for a fag

To smoke in public

Is social suicide

Wearing the latest

State of the art  

Dresses

This vast frivolity

Is seen by millions     

Blog

Blog'

The Blue 

This day so restless and sad no, not the day

The sadness rests in me this unhappiness that will

Last for days a holler into darkness

A bus that never stops outside my home doomed

To see it through a dirty window

And I`m overcome by the pointlessness of my

And humanities existence we lost out way to

The land ease and contentment and so it must be

The seasons get shorter and shorter. And the old

Tree`s denuded branches stretched heavenward

Dumb and useless.

the rose

the rose

The Rose

I was born a beautiful flower

Up my stem a mouse climbed

To inhale my scent and sleep

In the centre of my rose bud

Alas, the raven knows of no

Beauty I was an innocent ruse

Stealing the beauty of sleep

And in my feeling of freshness

Self-indulgent kiss like words

 I saw nothing untoward

I should have seen.    

We roses are too beautiful

To be political revolutionary

A rose uproar in Portugal

It was quickly strangled by

Social democracy  

morning chat

morning chat

Morning chat

He died from Dengue, she said.

Who? A doctor on the TV

So a doctor on the TV died of dengue

No!

The doctor who studied dengue

Said no one had died from it

Unless they had an underlying sickness

So the doctor didn`t die then

Oh, fuck off

Pass me the marmalade.

religious cooperation

religious cooperation

Religious cooperative

When I do- as a liberal should- defend Muslims and

their religion and the right to worship as they wish

yet I think Islam is holding the people back as it is

too self - obsessed putting the absolute demands   

of this subversion of this eastern religion that is

a comparatively a new religion with elements of

Judaism and Christianity, yet Islam is despite what

we have heard and the excesses of the fanatics, who

contrary to true Islamic thinking, spew hateful lies,

a peaceful religion as we see practised by

 the Palestinians.

Both creeds Christianity and Islam reject the idea of

free for all sexual norms of Judaism and before we are

dismissed of anti- Semitism I still think we are right

master of sardines

Master of the Sea

He came rolling into my lunch café a man who had

spent his life on a restless deck of a fishing vessel,

the boss himself that must be obeyed.

Old now white wild white hair but was still a force

a loud voice used to shout expletives to the sea and

crew and his roaring laughter that of a grand voyager.

He was not alone his friend was with him a cook who

had suffered his rage when there was no fish the sea

becalmed and the sails were long johns in the breeze

The master fisherman ate and drank well his pale

companion, less so and when the big man became

too thunderous he quieted him down.

Later I encountered the old hero in the toilet, he

didn`t look so big then and was straining to piss,

just another old man with an enlarged prostate.

female migrant

female migrant

The Female Migrant

A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten

Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life

into her and he was no longer alone.

Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and

a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out

drinking beer with his fellow officers.

A perfect little refugee she was so undemanding

and silent not for her to turn her back complaining

of a headache and other female ailments.

After wild night they had done it five times, she had

she had shrunk a morning there was a tear somewhere

in her vulva, that could not be repaired or glued.

With manly logic, he blamed the refugees swamping his

country living off the fat of the land doing nothing and

thus, a love story ended on the scrap heap of humanity.

Absolute faith

Absolute faith

The absolute Faith

It is so long ago now I might have had a hallucination

I had a day off at my work as a cook at a tourist hotel.

And biked to the bay that didn`t have big waves, it`s odd

But a have always had a fear of the sea despite the fact

I spent thirty years on the surfaces of oceans that were

A times of ill temper.

Having gone ashore on an Island in the Saragossa Sea

I was a survivor of the ghost that haunts a seaman’s heart.  

What I saw in the bay was six nuns were rowing and mother

Superior steering the boat, on her signal, they stopped rowing

Uplifted oars dripped diamonds into the sea.

A haze descended and they disappeared, I do not know where.

Sun reflection on the water I had no sunglasses.

So I sat on a pebbled shoreline reading the daily news 

Viking thinking of sex

Viking thinking of sex

The Longest Day

 It is Sunday I`m looking out of the window the road is grey as the sky,

so many empty houses, no longer do I hear voices a car stopping

female laughter and the slamming of a car door.

 It is said ennui is when the brain is resting, and the Sunday is longer than other days.

I know of a man who built his house on an ancient grave- stones it was strange seeing

 those names on the wall, mind he didn`t live in the house but in the barn with a mule,

two a cow a dog and several cats. 

It was impossible to sleep in the house sighs, knocking sounds and

someone saying “ get me out of here it was all a mistake.”  I wonder if the man ever

got to sell his house.

From history, I know of a Viking chieftain got so bored on the day of rest

thinking of sex took out his knife and nailed his left hand to the dinner table,

one can say his brain was over relaxed, pulled out the knife and he denounced this

new faith called Christianity and went back believing in Thor and Odin and not

to forget Valhalla, a place free of monotony.      

glasgow

Glasgow

The music stopped abruptly dancers left the floor

became paintings on the wall in the closed down dance-hall

in Glasgow`s Sauciehal street the old entertainment centre.

We drank plenty of beer before going there, and we were frisked

to see if we had not brought any alcohol into the premises.

To ask a young woman up to dance was painful

The answer was often no, to be refused hurt one’s self- esteem

but luckily there was only one or two who said yes,

the ugly ones were the best to ask they were not so critical.

Later in the evening a few open chip shops and hopefully with

a new girl -friend one then followed to the last bus a kiss and

a cuddle a few promise murmured it was all too boring for word.

Glasgow had many splendid pubs I liked to sit drink and smoke

in one of them, the one nearest the docks.  I remember at these

pubs some elderly women drank gin & lime they were called

donkey women and I never knew why.

The old dance halls have got a patina of romance where

Friendly ghosts soberly dance to the tune of a bygone time.

AddThis Dashboard

AddThis Dashboard

Of Mice and Men 

The mice in Belgium do not eat fine chocolate

They scoff at imported Swiss cheese

And have only contempt for a left- over bacon burgers,

they feast on plans of roads and buildings

I blame EU for this the mice have bureaucratic 

And go through stacks of programs especially those

About repairing tunnels and roads  

Bureaucrats of any hue are working overtime

Try keeping up this losing battle against mice

So many cars choking up the roads Islamists

Have to go to Paris when blowing up people.

The British demand for special concessions will 

not last long the mice will see to that.

drowning

drowning

Drowning

A fledgling flew,

alas, wings to small and weak

it landed in a puddle

and quickly drowned.

Tiny tot too dies easily

in ponds

lakes

rivers

bath tubs

and in the Mediterranean Sea

only few of them

die by accident. 

northsummer night up

 Summer Night

 Sven, my best friend, had a motor boat, we`re young

and invited two girls with us it was a summer night we

had a cold beer, Sven who looked like an actor got

the best-looking girl

I wore glasses had to do with Sven`s girlfriend`s friend.

We fished for crabs at the black mountain that

dropped straight into the fjord and had no shoreline

 we caught some and went to

a small island lit a fire to cook them,

I remember the light of the night it was not dark

but azure yet without the moon

it must have been in June.

 I sat dreaming it was the contrasting blue that absorbed me.

My friend who had dark wavy hair had gone into

the bushes with his girl and I sat beside a sad woman

who like me felt rejected

I held around her tried to kiss her, but she refused,

 and that was ok; I was here for the summer night

smoked cigarettes that glowed like ephemeral cats hunting rats

when I inhaled a lungful of Turkish tobacco,

 drank more beer and waited for dawn

that in Norway was and is what poetry is made of.

As for the girl she had fallen asleep.

our religious inheritance

Our Religious Inheritance

Our cultural Christianity has become Meaningless

Don`t think about it

God is all forgiving

Lukewarm morning piss has our beliefs became

We make fun of vicars

Other denominations laugh at our religion

Try telling a joke about an Imam

Or for that matter a Rabbi

You will be called an anti this and that.

There is a vacuum and into it, Islam has stepped

People need religion

To worship to a hard power

It is a mystery why

But to stop this Muslim faith we have to build

A wall of Christianity

And be forceful and demanding

If not the Shari law awaits

evening and Elvis

Evening and Elvis Priestly

Saturday afternoon and it is raining

I flicked from channel to channel it is about war

and the endless suffering of the poor.

People living in cemeteries and children always

at some play thigh bones as swords, and other

live on a rubbish heap among rodent and flies

and they fight with seagulls for scraps of food

and the children get sick and die

because they cannot see a doctor and if they could

could not pay the medicine needed;

 and the war goes on 

a perpetual war machine that never stops.

An abject thought is all this for nothing

 – I blame the rain-

people born for no reason at all? No, it cannot be

like this young eyes meet young eyes

“Love me tender love me true…”

Mothers love their children and never let them go.

 The perpetual war machine revs up is it coming

our way, have we paid the piper?

dead canines in Spain

 Dead Canines in Spain

The Aegean Sea, another rubber dinghy sank 30 people drowned

most of them Syrians and from the hateful a smile when they are

stupid risking their life and come here wanting to live like us.

 A good Syrian is a dead one, and they did not have much of value

for a state to confiscate and none of them had a higher education just

some uneducated bodies bringing nothing but their humanity and

children now drowned.

To make matters worse, they were Muslims too, from rural backwaters of

 an alien culture, so we do not have to worry about them anymore,

expendable people both in their country and the countries they hoped would

give them succour. There are so many other inequities around, look at the way

they treat dogs in Spain isn`t that a shame something for the face- book.

 So send some money to the people who try to rescue the dogs.

Murderus laughter

Murderus laughter

Murderous Laughter

From world famous violinist to a murderer was the headline
of our newspaper.

I knew the man a musical genius but so shy he only made
recordings and appeared

on radio. You never get famous unless people see you in the
flesh so magazines

can publish a picture of you shaking hands with politicians
and see the blessed one

with movie stars, he was persuaded to give a life concert.
The hall was full as he

entered the stage applause broke this was a highlight, no
doubt a musical genius.

 As his music filled
hearts with the immense beauty, he became taller and his

trousers fell to his ankles. Dead silence, then nervous giggles
that ended with

 hysterical laughter
from his audience who could not stop laughing, concert over.

He went to live in Alentejo in Portugal; no one knew him,
got a job as a shepherd,

had a room next to the sheep, but took his meals in the
kitchen. One day a tourist on

a walking holiday came to the small farm asked direction
looked at the violinist and

said:” you are the one who lost his trouser on the stage.”
The tourist told the story

of this to the farmer and his wife and the all laughed,
dogs, cats and the mouse

in the corner. The musician got up went to the barn picked
up a pitchfork and stabbed

the poor tourist to death and, at last, the laughter
stopped.  

love and the ranch

love and the ranch

 Love and the Ranch

I once had a big ranch in Oregon; technically it is still mine

but I have no way to prove it. One day and far from the ranch

 was inspecting fences when a sudden cold storm hit, to

survive I shot my horse cut its stomach open and crept inside

and quickly fell asleep. Woke up when the storm was over

I looked for my horse it was not there perhaps the wolves…?

Trotted home the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me

carrots, although I neighed they put me in the corral with other

horses that knew who I was and shunned me.

My widow cried, and I stood outside her window which people

thought was sweet of me and gave me apples.

Now that she was the owner and had much responsibility she

used me to get around, it thrilled me to have her on my back

but was careful not to show uncalled for excitement.

Then tragedy struck she got a friend, the foreman on

the ranch a man I didn`t like an, was thinking of firing.

my intense jealousy made me furious and one day when they

were making love under an oak by the river, I kicked them both

to death and galloped to the far blue mountain as I know from

experience there is no justice for wild horses.

truth be told

truth be

Truth, be told

On an old fashion gramophone, they played sweet

music in a small cove made for two, the young man

smiled this sleek woman was to become his bride.

A big seal came on to shore dragged the woman in

to the sea and under, when surfacing with the seal

she smiled and waved but didn`t come ashore,

kept on jumping and playing and her leanness made

look like a seal and she was indeed turning into one.

Finally she and the bigger seal com to the shoreline

she told him her life was the ocean and she and her

the new man was swimming to the Azores where she

would meet his family. The young man took his

gramophone, sun cream, towels and walked home.

No one believed his accurate explanation, he got

life for drowning his girlfriend.

wildfire

wildfire

Wildfire

Fire, we fear flames seeking to obliterate

to cleanse forest and plains so the land can grow

again green shoots the world has been

the cycles can start again

having cleared the undergrowth that hindered

the freedom of samplings

There is a flower that only bloom after a fire

fire ephemerals can cover mountainsides

in a multicolour of wonder.

We feel a strange attraction to the flames

we wish it could rinse our sins, yet, we have

a great terror for the fire of hell

The fire we dread the most is the fire

in mans` heart it can be wonderful but so easily

became ruinous and manifest itself

in greed and destruction of what is good

There is a wildfire raging now and the Nordic

tremble and fear they might be consumed

by the firestorm.   

marvelous life

marvelous life

Marvellous Life

Back then it is back then- so bloody long ago-

my heart sang when going home after seeing you

I crossed a bridge, and the water hummed a love

song and there was no troll under it being

sarcastic telling me love will not last how wrong 

the troll was, love is the earth I walk upon it is

the olive tree, the sun and rain that fall it is a part

of what is beautiful in your heart and that you could

not take away the day you left. You made me free to

love the magnificence of reality and charity knowing

my life is wat it is supposed to be today.

the lay of the land

the lay of the land

The Lay of the Land

If my thoughts had wings

Or better still had arrows and a bow

To pierce your heart

You will open your emerald eyes

As only seen in the sea of Greenland

Seek my embrace

We will be the sky and the earth

Filling the air with fog

Before we make love

Our Titanic love is too great for

Sluggish humanity to clasp

Kiss my slowly caress me long

And we will purify a putrefied world.