gaza sonnet

gaza sonnet

Gaza Sonnet 

A doctor`s house with two daughters in it came

Under artillery fire while he who worked at the hospital in Gaza

 Trying to save life after yet another Israeli attack, lost both

 His children, the military late apologized.

After the funeral, the good doctor did not seek help for his

Immense suffering but carried on working while

Grief unburdened was eating him up.

One day he went to the beach the sea was calm and turquoise

 He undressed and began swimming he had to get away

A strong swimmer he swam long before an Israeli gunboat

Blew him out of the water, red turned to pink and then

Back to calming azure as the warped thinking of the occupiers

Said go he should have sought psychological help

For sorrow so deep that no well-meaning words would assuage

the loneliness

the loneliness

The Lonely Fisherman 

He sat on a rowing boat in the fjord he wore a yellow
raincoat

and a southwestern cap matching his coat` colour. Fine rain
it

was like watching a movie an intellectual one and French.

I couldn’t stand by the window all day, so I sat down
reading

a book that was too long a mind-numbing love story.

I read several pages then gave up looked out of the window

 the boat was there,
and his cap was floating like a life raft for

a mouse I held my breath had he drowned, then the man got

up he had fallen in his boat perhaps slipped on a dead fish,

but other ways looked fine and with an oar caught his cap.

He began rowing to shore tied the boat to the small pier and

walking up the track to my cabin, he carried fish in a
plastic

bag I dived behind the sofa when he knocked on my door

I don`t like fish but would end up buying a couple to be
polite

and if he was of the talkative kind bore me with endless
tales.

Back on the boat, he untied the rope turned and gave me the
finger.

stages of man

stages of man

The Stages of Man

 Skinless and we had
raw emotion

 As adult, we got a
thicker skin

To protect us from sorrow

And disappointment

When we are old, we are back

To a child`s thin skin

We often cry and feel the pain of

Wars, hunger and pandemics

A child in its crib is lonely

He knows nothing of friendship

An old man is lonely too 

His friends are dead

So we are back to the beginning

That is also an ending

the black enigma,

the black enigma,

The Black Enigma

 In many big cities both in America and in Europa there is

an under- class of black people or shall we say people of

African background, but that will not be correct as many

black people come from Jamaica, Trinidad where their

forefathers have lived for generations.

The black youths seem unable to lift themselves out of this

mire although many black women have they are a shining

example it is possible to get an education move upward.

 Alas, it is not the case of the black male for whom idleness

 is a way of life and of petty crime to get money and a car

going to jail a prize they accept paying a ticket to respect

amongst their peers – losers- a possibility to become a gang

member and to be loyal to its violent creed.

To solve it white do- good people should stay away and let

black individuals who have been successful the state can

provide leadership

the money to schools and teachers must be provided by

the state if not, there will be revolts every year amongst

the haves and the haves not because we keep patronising

and finding excuses for the black male which is debasing

and racism at its worst 

this life of dreams

this life of dreams

This life of Dreams

I have been in bed today, yesterday after taking up waking

I was so enthusiastic that I overdid it took pictures
planned

The fell I was going to walk tomorrow had heard I could see

Wild boars there. I got overtired and sat on a stone under

A tree since it began raining. I looked like a scarecrow

A farmer picked me up and planted me in his field, and I
hung

There to someone heard my cry for help.

The farmer apologised the Portuguese are polite people

When not driving cars on narrow road then they become

Murderous bullies and shout expletives at people who try

To cross the road with the slowness of an aged person, and

To think the Portuguese young care about their old parents.

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Terra Dal Fuego (sonnet)

Ushuaia the southernmost town in Argentine when I dreamt

of going there, we got around about on sturdy horses

herding sheep with Portuguese immigrants, islands protect

Terra Del Fuego from worst of the oceans meet, and it is

called the roaring forties. Now it is a modern town no horse

manure in the road the smell of wet wool has gone too

yachts moored in the harbour they sail the Magellan Strait

thus avoiding the duel where two giant oceans meet

Ushuaia was the end of the world no one came here except

weird people and no temperature difference between

the seasons, yet no it is bustling with would be sailors
with

rolling gait suited for a heaving deck, but they can wait
for

calmer weather; the amateur sailors wore a captain’s
cap 

and blue blazers with shiny buttons on

Tohuko

Tohuko

Tohoku 

When the tsunami struck in Japan five years

it hit and killed so many that nature had no time

to erase the dead completely

A man who lived in the stricken town of Tohoku

when out looking for his daughter or her toys

anything to remind him of her met the dead who

were shadows in the night and they spoke to her

his daughter was there to told her father not to

cry for her, she said of the bewilderedness of

being a shadow but wanting out as this half life

was relentless as the shadows too wanted to find

families and those who did realise to their horror

there was not a channel of communication.

So many of them walked back into the cold sea and

sought a total death no memories and no longer

a shadow be.  There
are fewer of the shadows now

soon there will be none, and the undead will find peace

and the ripples of Nirvana are forever soundless