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129 · Jan 2018
epigram
Epigram
I do not write lyrical poetry anymore
leave that to young hearts not damaged by cynicism,
which is poetry’s biggest enemy; lyrical poem
should be free of realism and have a dreamy quality
129 · Jun 2022
division
The division

Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts, grey boughs
stretching upward appealing to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered.
Faces in a black frame, seeing you seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.
129 · Jun 2022
ship of ages
The ship of ages
It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour
at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia)
with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed
the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time.
Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and
the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated
itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is
reading a map of the oceans’ great currents.
150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship
was back on the sea’s surface.
The cook served his soup, and the captain called the harbour
authorities in Sidney, he needed a birth for a ship no one
had heard of, but the manifest stated Sidney.
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city
to the disappointment of the crew.
When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken as he
had navigated the ship through a layer of time.
The customs officials found cigarettes and whisky,
products that had been banned for over sixty years
only marijuana was legal if smoked in moderation.
The crew, the captain and the cook were arrested and sent to
an open camp for interrogation, it was there a nurse noticed
the tribulation was getting old by the day, and the crew could
no longer walk, many were incontinently suffered from senility
and chronic heart failure.
One day they had gone, what was left dust blowing in the wind.
129 · Jul 2018
Haikuish
Haikuish

Rain in end of June
I don't mind it cools the land
Unclutters the mind
Rain in end of June
Promises moderate times
Dogs do not yowl
The hoary oak smiles
Dust free and verdant leaves
Rain in end of June
No flies fly today
Sparrows sleep under roof tiles
Nests dry and cosy
129 · Nov 2019
war on belifs
The war of beliefs
   Hindus burn Islamic Mosques, Muslims burns
    Hindu temples of worship and
   The Christians burn synagogues and both
   The three faiths preach peace on earth.

   A shadow fled into the basement when
   The sun came full of flaming hatred.

Resolving an ancient religious problem
Obsolete as religion is made by man.
Some fanatics **** for what is a fairy tail
Exemplary atheism is never a solution.
129 · Mar 2018
duck and fox
Duck and fox


The fat duck stand on a frozen pond shifting it's appetizing
from leg to leg, must be cold, little snow around too
freezing feet, so why doesn’t it stand on some dry grass?
An arctic fox wearing expensive fur sneaks up behind the duck
But as it lunges the bird jump up in the air.
The fox losses its balance and slides to the other side; gets up
runs with head down to its hole in the ground- by a boulder
that looks like a grazing pony in moonlight. The duck lands
on the ice again, hangs about as lost in thoughts. The Nordic
landscape is perfectly still and the sun is a frozen Florida orange.
128 · Jan 2017
the tragedy
The human tragedy

I know of a man
And I knew him well
When coming out of hospital
Incurable cancer
He went home
Shot his father and ***** his mother
Then hung himself
Two of the three deeds
Could be understood
But the ****
Could not be explained
It was a human tragedy
Of a Greek dimension
Alas, he was an ordinary man
And no play was written
128 · Dec 2021
myopic thinking
The myopic state

We live in a precarious world when opinions
other than the official ones are banned and ignored
I’m thinking of RT (Russian TV.
That brings news and analyses of current events
the commentators are usually scholars, intellectuals
that do not get a hearing in the usual media
I watch the channel and many others to get a perspective
of the world, we live in.
I Germany RT has been banned because of not having
the right silenced. this is not true and RT is taken
the relevant authority to court.
Probably RT will lose.
There is in Europe and the USA a myopic view
of what we can say or do and many of us who question more
Will and cannot be heard.
This brings us to those who refuse the covid vaccine
they are not criminals but people who fear the restrictions
will lead to more restriction and when a constraint is in place
the likelihood is will be permanent that will
curtailing of freedom.
Our liberty to have a view other than the one accepted
by the sensors who works for the state against the will of the people
128 · Sep 2019
looking for serenity
Looking for serenity

At the corner shop
They have sold out happiness
On sticks
Dreams too
They sell fresh bread
Moreover, plastic toys.
The greengrocer next door
Sell carrots, cabbage and leeks
However, no heart-shaped
Tomatoes.
Further down the road
A shop specialises in exotic cheese
and milk products
However, none of them sells Joy.
128 · Mar 2020
sporty
Sportsman

I don’t care so much about football
that fills the screen so often in this mad country.
I do sometimes watch the highlights but
not the whole game which has long dull moments
when the players pass the ball to each other
and nothing dramatic happens.
I played football too as a boy, goalkeeper I was,
I took it personally when my team lost and walked home alone.
I didn’t want to play, but the others said I was good
didn’t feel like this when the horde came running to
my part the field, wanted to run away and the ****** ball hurt
when saving a goal.
One day I took my uncles gloves he wasn’t pleased, but let
I pass he couldn’t use them again to impress the ladies.
Finally, I found sanctuary in the local library they never thought
looking for me there.
I disappeared in the maze of books friends never found out
it was a great time, so much I had to discover,
still does, come to think of it.
128 · Mar 2018
Untitled
Shore life

A shark tired of its watery world
came ashore dressed in a suit on its small feet
and tried its hand in business.
Since it couldn't bite people's head off it became
very rich insisted on being called GS, and that's ok.
It sowed discord around that is what sharks do,
but it was found out and became a laughing stock
before going back to sea.
And there was the lady seal that went ashore
dressed its sleek body in daring wear and the men
at the building site whistled, it liked the sound but
pretended not to like it. Got a job as a contributing editor
in the Guardian, but tells no fishy tales.
128 · Sep 2018
obituary of a cook
Obituary of a cook
A famous French cook has passed away
this is sad of course, but it shows how the world of catering
has changed character.
From an unshaven backroom man to a leader but only
a leader in his restaurant for cooks holds no other power.
I enjoyed that he once threw a plate of spaghetti
after Chef Ramsey for not making ravioli right, mind
with a master like that no wonder George Ramsey swears a lot.
But hang on a bit, if we elevate cooks to the status
of world leaders of great importance then we should stop
and think of the millions of women who cook for their
family and do so by being economical with their food so
it can be used the next day.
Of course, there are millions of women in our modern
society for whom the sight of a carrot or a potato leaves them flabbergasted,
but as the fairy tale says
need makes a naked woman knit a blouse.
128 · Aug 2019
the king
The king of seagulls sat by the window sill
It had only one leg the other lost in battles
Years ago, no it looks scruffy old age had
Taken its toll and shrieking seagulls above
Sensed its weakness and had no mercy
Towards the elderly, it was seen as in us
Society, as useless taking up space.
I opened a tin of sardines and fed its content
To the old gull, I opened another tine and
The early bird looked stronger.
It became a ritual the bird landed on the sill
Also, I fed it sardines in oil.
One day it wasn’t there it had disappeared
Into the blue wonder.
I eat sardines every day now, (had to) after
Buying so many tins.
128 · Sep 2019
as the wind blows
As the wind blows

I knew of a man who could see the wind
As it came in from the sea, a mass of air
Bluer than the sky and he also knew when
it ended getting paler and blowing like
a zephyr inland.
There is always a wind blowing
somewhere on the planet this to circulate
the air we breathe to make it light and clean
and free of pollution and methane gas
of cows in Holland.
Sail ships needed the wind to trade
Overseas and to explore new continents
Now we have windmills that circulate air
But otherwise are an eyesore, a blot
On the landscape.
If you are in doubt ask Nietzsche.
127 · Nov 2018
a moment of fear
A moment of fear

Typhoon in the Pacific Ocean
I saw the tall watery mountain
bearing down on the ship
thought I was done for.
But the old ship had another idea
she rose and rose to the top
and plunged down to the other side.
Wave after wave she took
each time she shook like a wet dog.
But the old girl made it.
Next day the ocean was just choppy,
we made it to Kobe.
127 · Feb 2018
Gun control
Gun control
A husband bought a fine revolver
it was to defend his home and chattel,
but he had children young, packed the gun in and
put it high up in the wardrobe.
Then it happened one night some robbers broke into
his house at gunpoint, and took his computer,
tablet and iPhone and left.
Furious and humiliated he found his revolver,
loaded it with trembling hands and accidentally shot his wife.
He didn't go to jail, kept his revolver, anyone in America
understand a man has the right to defend his family
127 · Jun 2022
the evil
Personified evil


I feel repulsed when he is near; I ought to have compassion
for this *******, his twisted foot and arm
a beggar with scabby skin and eyes as black as looking into
the dark side of the moon.
This is not a person you can be nice to the more you give
the more he hates you and wishes you an early death.
His diversion is to follow funeral processions but no into
the cemetery, no one wants him there.
Why do I hate this person must be a background for me?
Childhood, when I lived in fear of the undead.
After the war in Norway, there was hunger in the land
but I noticed at the gymnasium the children
of the middle classes, who went to be the new suits
a concrete box for trash, unopened parcels of food.
I had to be quick in case the rats took it.
A rat jumped up and tried to catch the food eyes shone
of hatred hated me for being human.
Like the ******* who dislikes humanity, who he blames
for his perpetual hardship.
This ***** little person was hated by his mother denying
she gave birth to this satanic being
I hate and fear him too, four black horses, where he is
the only mourner.
127 · Dec 2021
the brown bear
The brown bear


During Yeltsin years when he sold Russia down the river
People in the west loved the brown bear
we patronized the Russian as ***** swilling village idiots.
The cuddly bear died, and a steely-eyed fox to the helm
and the Russians was no longer cuddly.
The Russian federation was no longer willing to play
the game ascribed by the western press no longer willing
to be pushed around and laughed at.
Putin, the fox, turned Russia into a modern state that has
a modern army that is powerful if stirred by the west.
Russia wants peace but does not like the encroachment
by NATO/US, that is like Indians in western movies
encircling the wagons.
Putin, president of Russia, vilified by the western media
and the EU, ain’t forgiving
even the capitalists know this and stalk carefully.
127 · Nov 2018
Cliff Richard
Richard Cliff

It was many years ago I had enjoyed a tasty lunch
and went into a new agent to buy a paper.
Beside me stood a dapper little man he bought
The Telegraph, outside we got talking, and he said,
by the way, I’m Richard Cliff, I said I thought
there was something familiar about you.
The singer laughed he found it funny I didn't
know him, we went into an empty bar and drank
wine talked about this and that.
I enjoyed his company, and he didn't have to be
the showman; it didn't last a horde of tourists
came in and it was Richard, Richard, Richard
We love you, asked him to pose with them in a picture.
Then it was evening he wanted to go home lived
nearby at the gate he had forgotten his key, he shook
my hand swung elegantly over the gate, and that was
the last I saw of Sir Richard Cliff.
127 · Sep 2019
the collapse
The collapse

They built an edifice
On a shining hill and
A sandcastle
Here the truth was
Spoken hubristic
One can say
However, they believed in
In the illusion
A man came and stepped
On the castle, it crumbled
Lies and shenanigans
Toppled out for all to see
It was just sand.
The hatred turned to
The truth-teller
He was called a traitor
Rots in a tiny prison cell.
127 · Jan 2022
hinterland
Hinterland

It is not a romantic outpost but a place of survival
The landscape, mountains and forests are war zones
where battles are ongoing.
There are no rulebooks here, it is raw capitalism  
in action, the strongest always wins.
A moose cow’s newborn must get up ready to run
in minutes after birth predators are on the hunt.
Wolf packs fight over dominance; insects **** insects
In this dance of death, the sparrow eats flies.
The talon of an eagle grips a trout and eat it alive.
When the sleeping bear awakes, pity the salmon.
This cycle of life if broken by man, spells disaster.
127 · Oct 2017
the mighty fall
The Mighty Fall

I fell through the night under me I could see white crested waves
of the sea and there was little I could do to stop this freefall,
it took 3 minutes to reach the unforgiving surface of the vast ocean.
I screamed like a hurt animal and began sinking could not breathe,
fought and struggled to be free of this huge amount of water; and
there it was my heaven, the full moon pulling me upwards so I could
fly and dream among the stars.
First, I had to swim to the Saragossa and find the secret island always
hidden in a miasma of the absolved, but I could not do it alone.
On my back floated my body anemone and incredibly beautiful.
The sea was a mirror now; I was held back by the sea as the moon
tried to possess me, both wanted me, and this filled me with
ecstatic happiness as the current helped me to reach Saragossa.
127 · Mar 2022
op0nce upon a christmas
Once a Christmas

The sun was blood red looked like a big wound
on the flank of an elephant shot by poachers.
Dripped blood on white, wholly cloud which slowly
turns red as the bandage of a fatally shot soldier
who slowly dies of his wounds?
His eyes turned into a mirror of the cold sky.
In the air is torn into puffs of powder an ambulance
comes to an abrupt halt, a man on the ***** floor
surrounded by presents for his family, his eyes
reflects the absurdity of a Yule decorated supermarket.
His wife will get a voucher.
As I drive home, a bag of night opens and strews its
soothing darkness over the land, but nearby
an anguished elephant has its tusks sawn off by a dentist.
127 · Aug 2017
the intervention
The intervention


It was four in the morning when I awoke sitting in front
of TV that was off; again I had ended up in a middle-class
the neighbourhood in, a close with suitable trees.
I shared a fence with a police inspector who wore a tie
when mowing the lawn, he had two silly daughters and a wife
so fine she never let the wind pass her through her narrow ***.
I family who thought they had reached the pinnacle of civil living.
I have so easily been seduced by nice houses and people who
speak posh coming from poverty it impresses me.
I went to work; my wife was still sleeping, when I came home
A group of people were, it was called an intervention they
was trying to convert me to sober living, while they were
talking I mixed a gin and tonic, some of the men licked lips.
Told them I drank because they were so ****** boring,
being drunk, was the only way I could tolerate them.
I rang a travel agency, took a plane to Algarve for a holiday
It has cost me a divorce – pleased by that- and my house
that I didn't like, and the holidays continues.
126 · Nov 2018
a message
A message

An angel sat on the window ledge
Wanted to come in which was understandable
It was a cold night. Walk through the window glass
for heaven’s sake, you are an angel
the angel refused it would ruffle its wings.
He opened the window and let it in and since it
was worried about its looks he took it to be a female.
The angle denied this insisted it was sexless, God
had sent her (he refused to call it It)
The message was.: It has come to my attention
that my son Jesus is an avid reader of your poems,
and as you know, he isn't well since the crucifixion
has become left winged (pardon the pun).
He forms his worldview according to what you write,
so be a good man and tone it down a bit or else!
God is your friend.
So why didn't he say so himself? Well she said
he doesn’t like to interfere with human affairs.
126 · Mar 2019
the long walk
The long walk

From my terrace, I can see the museum where Paula Rega's
painting is, it didn’t look far, so I walked down it took a bit
longer than I thought but it was a beautiful day.
At the museum, I spent a long time looking at her pictures
she is an intriguing painter blending the masculine and
The feminine into one it can look objectionable as she paints
Scenes of what can appear grotesque, she is not a romantic
artist of summer days and white beaches.
The museum has a nice café I had a coffee and cream cake
To hell with diabetes for a day; and then I promptly fell asleep
Woke up by a startled, said I must have had a little nap,
the waiter said I had slept for nearly an hour.
I went around the corner where they have a maritime museum
was especially interested in how they lived on the small vessels
fishing for cod, which they split open and salted.
It appeared the social life was centred in the galley/mess room  
where the cook made food baked bread, and there was time
for a chat; the old photos showed about hard work and peace.
Walking home took a long time since it was mostly uphill.
126 · Aug 2021
the failed revolution
The failed Revolution

In my childhood´s town, there was a blue neon sign
On top of a five-level building, “Jesus Saves”.
I asked my mother what “saves mean.
Souls, she said without looking up as she was reading
the communist manifesto dreamed of the day when workers would take over the factories
and throw the obese capitalists into prison.
She tried to emigrate to the Soviet Union. but she was turned down
she had no skills other than putting sardines into tins.
Mother made gruel that day, and I was allowed to scrape the brown sticky residue in the ***.
A famous over-rich capitalist sits in jail in Siberia
He has the internet and can talk to his friends. I wonder what
my mother would have thought of this.
He had been found guilty of stealing his oil
to avoid taxation.
No, not, the revolution mother was dreaming of.
126 · Feb 2021
Equus Ferrous
Equus ferrous

There is a storm blowing when blue waves crash ashore
white horses with flying mane gallop up, blocking the road.
The stallions become a river, pushing useless cars aside
to drown in their futility.
The town below is a lake, rats escaping the sewers runs
up to the third-floor frightening people with their anger
eat babies’ eyes.
A new generation of the unseeing kind, the previous one
could see but didn´t understand busy
as they were playing with the cell phones taking selfies.
Everything ends, calm sea the wild white horse went back
to the bay, and the rats moved back to the sewers
126 · Sep 2016
tanka more
Tanka

Hazy Sunday dawn  
A man on a rime frost field
Has shot five rabbits
He has tied them to his belt
Blood drips on his trousers’ legs
126 · Dec 2018
High Existence
High living


High living what does it mean?
Eating caviar or to live on the highest
Flat on a Grenfell tower in London
without a sprinkling system?
Having lunch at an expensive café
because it has a famous chef or
drinking tea from China instead
of drinking it from a cracked mug?
I call it costly living.
Moving around finding a distraction
because after money life is boring.
126 · Mar 2019
she finally left
She finally left

She has left her premiership
This ungainly woman displaying her diabetes
On her arm like a diamond-studded decoration.
She has wrecked the consensus in Britain
And that was the plan, everything to make life
Bearable for Jeremy Coburn.
The working classes used the referendum as a protest
Against austerity, the rich leavers for opportunism.
The Tory party has done everything they can
Stopping Britain becoming a socialist party that
Will take transport, water, gas and oil back to
The people and give NHS founding to treat the sick
In our society, and equal society where no one is
Left behind and sleep in the streets.
But suspect the conservative, and the rich will do
Anything to stop this madness they have much to lose
And no newspapers are telling you the truth.
126 · May 2022
peculiar things
Peculiar things

It has been raining so much that the lemon tree
is taller than a building of flats where we live.
A neighbour who was hit by one of its fruits
is still uncommunicative.

A flat battery in a jaguar is a sight to behold
when sitting in a bough of a tree.

The aroma of lemon juice wafts through the building
the restaurant in the basement sells fried fish
Quite fitting since it is Friday,
I like eating pork chops while driving a porch.
126 · Jun 2018
personal deity
Personal Deity
I have a friendly ghost in the living room
before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes
it up not spilling a drop.
But hang on if you believe in an afterlife
It follows there must be a God which you think
Is a myth designed for fear of death?
To disappear into the vast nothingness
Personal Deity
I have a friendly ghost in the living room
before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes
it up not spilling a drop.
But hang on if you believe in an afterlife
It follows there must be a God which you think
Is a myth designed for fear of death?
To disappear into the vast nothingness
where nothing exists.
So the explanation must be my dexterity
grabbing the glass before it hits the floor.
126 · Nov 2017
the big lie
The Big lie

When I first made the girl who became the love of my life
                        love happens by accidents- I didn't want her to become pregnant
although she wanted children. I said our love was so strong
we didn't need anyone to upset our happiness, but her longings
for motherhood became too strong, she left me for another man
and got eight children, she dies on the steps of the church of
Zarathustra begging for more little ones to fill her life with love
the only kind that could make her fulfilled.
I came from a street were men got drunk Saturday nights
beating their wife and children and I feared, having violence
within me, would be like them; well I never found out and
I'm glad that I never did.
125 · Mar 2022
the panthom of Genoa
The Phantom of Genoa

Along the docks of Genoa, a man with bent shoulder walks
he is thin and pale like he hides under his winter coat
it can be very cold in Genoa, for him the winter is everlasting.
Few people recognize him, those who do to avoid him
of this huddled figure of cowardice; they see in him themselves
the humiliation of weakness buried deep within their soul.
Once he had been a popular captain on a cruise liner, he
failed, shamed by his nation and worst of all himself.
“Vada a Bordo Cazzo.” Rings in his ears.
Shouted in his whenever he appears in public.
Unforgiven he walks the street night street; he is our ghost.
125 · Nov 2021
tanka poems
Tanka as Poem

I have been outside
Nature is beautiful they say
It was rather cold
The sun a polished one euro
Clouds are the sun’s flunkies

Inside looking out
Nature looks fantasyland
You can’t lure me out
The wilderness is insecure
And sometimes the wind blows hard.

I’m civilized man
Outdoor is discovery channel
Sharks and dark water
Nature needs a glass divider
Enjoying our inimitableness
125 · Aug 2019
supermarket blue
Supermarket blue

  After a splendid lunch of goat chops
With salad, my mood was dreamingly contented
To she got the idea of going to a big supermarket
Except for vegetable, fruit, meat and fish
I trapesed miles after miles in this insanity
Of ****** food, sugary food and horrendous
soft drinks laden with sugar,
Also, the juice that said zero had a sign telling
Me that sugar had been added.
Went outside no bench provided nor inside
You are not supposed to sit down, but shop!
125 · May 2022
home invasion
Home invasion

IKEA, the Swedish furniture giant
Is invading your home
Wherever you go homes look the same
all in pine and is a blend of office
and living room
A mother has put her daughter to bed
she sits by a computer and works
(No men in the IKEA world)
No books clutter the space, bookshelves
are for ornamental use a place for toys.
on the wall some friendly print
purposely abstract and tedious
There is no individual taste in a picture
of hygge, a unipolar world, will we drive
a Tesla next?
125 · Nov 2018
everlasting war
Everlasting war
The new normal in the twentieth century is war
it has continued without a break a perpetual machine
of mass killing, someone somewhere must see
war as a business in which every country has a ****** hand.
Politicians, the handmaiden for manufacturers
of weaponry claim, they only sell the weapon for peaceful
means this as bombs fall in Yemen.
The Afghan war against the Taliban has lasted 17 years
and will not end before all foreign troops leave,
but the war continues, and the poppy fields bloom.
Many smaller countries in UN see, it cynically, as a training
ground for officers and they know well
the Taliban cannot be defeated on the battlefield that
have no lines of combat against the Peshawar people
who fights for freedom, but we chose not to see this.
On an island in a ****** river they count not corpses but the money they make.
125 · Jul 2019
a princess and a lake
A princess and a lake

There is a green valley with a waterfall in the back
Ground, well you get the picture, it also had a castle
Where the princess cried and cried, because
The prince had an affair with the scullery maid
She only stopped crying when the maid was banned.
The princess's tears were not spilt a beautiful lake
Strewn with rose petals and full of dreams.
It was free for all to fish, but you were stuck with
The dream you caught.
A variety of dreams, sweet, sour, unmentionable
Vanity dreams and everything in between.
Dreams have consequences; mine was to meet
A scullery maid and when I did, we had to leave
This happy valley.
125 · Jun 2018
saying
Saying

I used to say the elephant, people and the giraffe are not needed.
How wrong I was the elephant reminds us how small we are and
The giraffe tells us how short-sighted we are. As for people
The jury is still out
125 · Oct 2018
when mossad came to town
When Mossad came to town

It is many years ago now when Mossad
sent a group of assassins to a small town in Norway
at the only hotel where a “terrorist” worked
as a waiter. When the servant walked home in the snow
they followed and killed him.
The assassins checked out (2 in the morning) walked to
the railway station, the only way out, trying to look inconspicuous,
it didn't work they were arrested.
When the news broke, it was the biggest thing that
had happened in Norway since the war.
They, the killers had the best defence nevertheless they got
Several years in jail.
Mossad is better at it now, and Norway woke up from
her slumber she had become a player in a murderous game.
125 · May 2018
another morning
Another morning
I have been trying to stave off old age
by avoiding old men in the park who ask me to guess
their age, empty gums looks like a burnt down
village in Syria, a war that the west has yet to understand
and by dressing young, artistic like with a big scarf
hiding my turtle throat.
It is a losing fight like leaking ***** in Holland with holes,
to stick fingers in them won’t last long. Therefore
I will embrace the day and talk to the old men in the park.
125 · Feb 2021
the debate
The debate


Jordan Petersen the famous Canadian Professor debates
Slavoj Zizek, the equally famous philosopher, is facing off.
The Canadian is dressed in a blue three-piece suit that is too tight
he wears expensive leather boots, looks calm, but his voice crackles.
He thinks capitalism is for good, and I think of Ayn Rand,
he is a formidable debater but has inner anger of something
unsolved on his mind.
Slavoj looks like someone homeless, T-shirt and tennis shoes
He doesn´t belong to any group but thinks Hegel is excellent and often
refer to his saying; Slavoj´s mind is sharp and he jumps from subject
with the greatest of ease.
Jordan is very much a junior in this debate that is about Marx and
the nature of love.
Jordan gives his opinion of Marx but is constrained by his thesis
of capitalism, Slavoj picks his opinion apart; there is a tremble
in Jordan’s voice when he disagrees.
When debating the nature of love, he vax lyrical, Slavoj does not believe
in this at all, he compares lovers’ *** as mutual *******, (often it is)
but sees no wrong in this. Jordan is a one-dimensional professor, while
Slavoj has a world view that encompasses everything  
the world has to offer, he is, in my opinion, a generous genius with
a sense of rude jokes and laughter.
125 · Aug 2018
one flag one country
One flag one country

in the beginning, there was hope it was agreed upon
That a turkey was a big chicken and it wouldn’t offend anyone
as the two fowls had no say and didn’t they had a name.
Around the conference table, there was a spontaneous applause
So little had gone right for them the chairman suggested
In the spur of the moment to find a common name for
Palestinians and Jews referring to the group Lapwejs, there
Was a long silence, but the idea was sound only the name
Lapwejs didn’t have a melodious tone; a comity was formed to
Study the idea if they succeed the people of that part
Of the world would end discrimination s everyone was equal
Of course, they had to come up with a new flag on that
Look like Greek copy, but had several warm friendly colours.
No one would be call anti-Lapwejs or something similar.
124 · May 2022
song contest
The song contest.
There has been a song contest in Europe
Russian singers and musicians were banned
Which makes the contesting political?
Needless to say, Ukraine won.
One notice Israel appeared but not
Palestine, who was mourning a dead reporter
Killed by an Israeli ******, but we will not hold
this against he musicians and singers
124 · Jun 2018
the singapore meeting
The Singapore meeting

For those who sit and wait
for the Kim and Trump meeting
it is worth to remember the Stalin and ****** pact
people thought I meant peace.
Well, we know this ended with Germany invading Russia
Kim has no reason to believe Trump and Trump has
no right to trust Kim.
Are we looking at the possible invasion of North Korea?
124 · Nov 2018
artificial island
The artificial islet

There is an island in the sea
ten feet deep it has a mountain to
of baby diapers which fertilise
the layers of sand blown by the wind.
Some birds lay eggs there
the hatchlings have plastic wings
but cannot fly.
This island is man creation and has
no worth other than a warning for
for shipping in the vicinity.
124 · Feb 2018
morning in wonderland
Morning in Wonderland


Beautiful rain I had a shower
used rose petals as soap and hibiscus as a towel,
                       while three black crows sat on the fence
crafting giggling commentaries on how I looked
An illusionist came walking up the lane, and
the crows took refuge under his cape.
The mist came rolling in they disappeared
left me wondering about the prestidigitator.
He didn't need to entertain me as I was busy
dancing and singing in the rain.
124 · Aug 2017
the invisible
The Invisible

I'm the old man walking his dog passed your shop.
People see me and they don't I’m a part of the street scene.
For you, I pause outside to see you looking into the big mirror
adjusting your hair.
You dally a bit, hope someone will come fill your time,
lives alone, no one needs you at home.
Finally, you switch off the light, except the one at
your window display.
You walk passed me see me not, cause I'm
the old man out walking his dog.
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