the kiss

the kiss

The Kiss

I had not seen her for many years just

bumped into her on a Christmas busy street.

We kissed hungrily, after all, forty years had

passed and her allure was as before.

The kiss reminded me of Rodin`s sculpture.

She lived in the Canal road number fifty five

we’re going there to make love, but I could not

find my car and she evaporated like mist over

woodland. Next day I looked up the town`s map,

the canal street was a parking lot now and houses

that stood here before torn down when the elders

with a female mayor, was cleaning up the sin that

so disturb the new moral we must live by now,

 My car was parked there looking demure beside

a new Mercedes class A.

Forty years, a long time, but I remember the kiss

haiku | Write Out Loud

haiku | Write Out Loud

Haiku

Christmas again

Seventy -seven bloody times

Spring is far away

Haiku

I wish for April

Intoxicating apple flowers

And rain softening soil 

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no longer silent | Write Out Loud

No Longer, Silent

Could it not be

that youth of Muslim origin

go and fight in Syria and elsewhere

Because they see western nation

bombing one country

but sparing their oil allies?

Do we think so little of them that we

think they have been groomed

to see the obvious?

And being young want to fight back

to defend their Arabic heritage

and cultural values.

We only have to look at Palestine and

their plight and not be angry.

The young men and women who fight

for ISIS do so because it gives them a structure

in life, the West has denied them.

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the caliphate | Write Out Loud

The Caliphate

 Let us think the unthinkable

Let ISIS have their caliphate and be a state

The Zionists took Palestine and called it Israel

Europeans settlers killed of the Indians

And now it is called USA.

The brutalities and horror   from ISIS is terrible

But from an historic perspective

Worst things have happened and will again it is

The human burden to kill for its own sake and

Greed for land

In time it will be a state with institutions they

Practise their Sharia law and behave like the Saudis

We will buy their oil and they will leave us alone

To practice our odd democracy

the escape

The Escape

When Rudolph the red nosed reindeer wanted to

Be normal and join the flock on earth, Santa got depressed

Sat by many of Finland’s lakes contemplating his life

He too was tired of flying through the air and gets a cold

He wanted sunlight and a sandy beach.

He got hold of a tame water buffalo and an unemployed

Drunk from Helsinki and for a while they got away with it

Till an elf with a grudge told a newspaper about it and children too

Had long wondered why Rudolph had two horn, not antler and why

Santa was late, swore and kept falling off his sledge.

Santa had to come back from Thailand and sort out this corruption

He told twitter he was sorry, but fired blabber mouthed elf.

He had to look for sober man to act as Santa and train a new reindeer,

Because Rudolph and had got the taste of the high life.

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epigram | Write Out LouEpigram

I don`t want to wait long patience is not my virtue

But when it does happens it will happen too fast

Just as I want time to slow down.

Christmas and ex. drinker | Write Out Loud

Christmas and ex. drinker | Write Out LoudChristmas and ex-drinker

Christmas day at a green rural hotel and

for the first time in my life I was the only

non-drinker and this made me feel superior

since no other feelings were not available

 such as envy I had
goat chops with salad

about the only thing on the menu not sugary

or fattening the sense of superiority grew

to odium I spoke aloud to show how happy

I was and when they had liqueur and went on

the terrace fora smoke I preferred to sit inside

feeling superior and crying into my napkin