we are responsible | Write Out Loud

we are responsible | Write Out Loud

We Are Responsible

Sandy Hook, so many children murdered,

I saw Obama cry. Gaza today hundred of

children murdered blown into the air like

ragdolls, broken limbs empty eyes; does 

Obama cry today? Brothers can you spare

a tear so easily spilt when watching a film

on TV, for the children of Gaza?  Or are you

sinking into apathy, blaming the victims?

This ghetto revolt, this time we cannot say

“We didn´t know,” wringing our damp hands

finding excuses, deflecting the cause of this

slaughter, but to no avail, we are responsible!

What happens in Gaza now will toll far into

the future and demand its exact retribution.

Her Ambition | Write Out Loud

Her Ambition | Write Out Loud

Her Ambition

I had wanted her to be a doctor or a lawyer

Something middle class that could give me

a reflecting glory. It was not to be, my secret

ambition was not hers.

After college she took evening classes learning

to be a hairdresser, got a diploma she was proud

of, I hung it on the wall in my study and packed

 my dreams in  golden regrets.

She has moved out now, my daughter who grew

up without a mother, she work in a market town

doing peoples hair; the distance between us has

widened and it makes me sad.

I never pushed my wishes on her never told her

what to be in life, although I bought law and medical

 books, the latter
made me a hypochondriac.

So we do not talk anymore about anything at all.

summer shower | Write Out Loud

summer shower | Write Out Loud

Summer Shower

Suddenly this afternoon the sun did not shine

on to the floor like limelight showing dancing dust

instead it got bland I looked out and it rained.

Took my shirt off walked out and stood enjoying

the cooling showers. 
What is good often turns and

 becomes painful; I
shivered gone was the sense of

joy I first had when remembering summers of so

long ago, now it felt as seeing a summer through

the obscurity of a hazy bathroom mirror.

Night, we swam in the pool as soft, warm rain fell

we made love on a sun-chair didn´t need no moon

or stars our love was hidden by a curtain of drizzle.

Sing for me memory but not loudly, it is not good

for an old man to recall too much of his love life,

by lying and forgetting how unfulfilled love can be,

summer shower | Write Out Loud

summer shower | Write Out Loud

Summer Shower

Suddenly this afternoon the sun did not shine

on to the floor like limelight showing dancing dust

instead it got bland I looked out and it rained.

Took my shirt off walked out and stood enjoying

the cooling showers. 
What is good often turns and

 becomes painful; I
shivered gone was the sense of

joy I first had when remembering summers of so

long ago, now it felt as seeing a summer through

the obscurity of a hazy bathroom mirror.

Night, we swam in the pool as soft, warm rain fell

we made love on a sun-chair didn´t need no moon

or stars our love was hidden by a curtain of drizzle.

Sing for me memory but not loudly, it is not good

for an old man to recall too much of his love life,

by lying and forgetting how unfulfilled love can be,

Grumpy morning

Grumpy morning | Write Out Loud

Grumpy Monday Morning

I sit by the bed can´t make up my mind lie down or get up.

I used to have a dog it woke me up early I had to take it
out

first thing and when it came back it checked every room.

My house has eight rooms each floor is on different level,

 in the old days when
I held parties friends, full of wine, used

to break legs, the ambulance crew knew my address.

Don´t know what happened to my friends some joined AA and

sent me leaflets about the danger of booze; others simply
got

decrepit lost their marbles and went back to their old
country.

What to do today, I can read a book, I don´t read much now get

 annoyed with writers,
who fill pages after pages with verbosity,

I have to skip pages of excellence to get back to the
plot.        

It is early and I to see a mechanic today about my car, but
he is

always late, think I will sleep a bit longer, say, to ten?

Numbers | Write Out Loud

Numbers | Write Out Loud

Numbers

In Oslo there was

a woman who could not

say seven.

At the butcher´s she asked

for six pork chops

and two more.

But that is eight.

Right!

She did want to give

the impression

she couldn´t say seven. 

wonder drug | Write Out Loud

wonder drug | Write Out Loud

Wonder Drug

Sirtuins, an enzyme I think, has the ability to rejuvenate

human cells; but it is very expensive to produce. Hence

only the elite can use it and thus live to be 500 years.

 People shrink after
two hundred years the fortunate

will be as tall as five years old and demand door bells

and light switched placed on the skirting board.

 We, the mortal, will
have to bend down as we always

have done to the powerful who are related to divinity.

Lottery in the future will not be about money but win

the right to be injected with Sirtuins. But the winners will

not join the elite, but alone face the horror of watching

family and friends get old and die out while they continue

to live in a world that is and echo of yesterdays anguish

devoid of laughter, love and newness.