Poem for Marius Schoon
The Boers blew up Marius Schoon
His very own people turned traitor on him
He was activist teacher and volunteer
Well maybe he was a communist
In those days they blew up communists
I'm sure sometimes they still do
Except it wasn't Marius they got
Exiled in Angola's own deep south
His wife Jenny little daughter Katryn
Were the bodies splashed around a room
By the blind force of a parcel bomb
Delivered to his infant son
He was tense all the time shaggy and bright
Poet hippie-like curmudgeon
You better not cut up the supper meat wrong
He called me 'f-ing liberal' in rage affection
And never cursed the names of traitors
Even when forced to flee in the night
Cancer caught him in the long run
After the walls had been torn right down
He had known prison exile family loss
Democracy sweet in all its tasks
And all through the hearings commissions of truth
With his killers he would not reconcile
And I never thought for a moment he should.
poem by Frank Bana
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4. Blow me down
The North wind blew on Monday
As the East wind got the flu
The West wind blew on Tuesday
As the South wind never knew
The North East wind had Wednesday
As the South West wasn’t chuffed
The North West blew on Thursday
As the South East hardly puffed
The East and West blew Friday
As the others had a rest
The North and South blew Saturday
As the weekends were the best
The lot of them had Sunday
As the winds turned into storm
The whole of them had Monday off
As the week got back to norm
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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The Aim Was Song
Before man to blow to right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught.
Man came to tell it what was wrong:
It hadn't found the place to blow;
It blew too hard - the aim was song.
And listen - how it ought to go!
He took a little in his mouth,
And held it long enough for north
To be converted into south,
And then by measure blew it forth.
By measure. It was word and note,
The wind the wind had meant to be -
A little through the lips and throat.
The aim was song - the wind could see.
poem by Robert Frost
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Granny
Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)
It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!
poem by Spike Milligan
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Tonight
blew, blew away
but i don't wanna fade
blew, blew, oooh
and if you love her
you know it will come true
and if you need her
you know that she'll be there
stay awake, i lie here
with her and i fall
and when i wake inside you
i know you know i'm yours
blew, blew away
but I don't wanna fade
blew, blew, oooh
and if you're sad, too
until the angel sings and touches you
don't confuse my only life
i said blew, and please don't ever leave
And i will greive, and (re)member thee
Hope to meet you there
(solo)
i wanna let her know
And i wanna let her go
i wanna let her know
That i love her so
i'm blew, blew, blew away
but I don't wanna-
blew, I love you
blew
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Prison for the free
tears pour down on walls
unfulfilled dreams, broken wings
prison for the free
haiku by Marius Alexandru (August 2020)
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Surprise, Surprise )
-"there's a break ev'ry time, there"
-"................?.................."
-"no, oh, i thought it was you, sombody was hangin' over, maybe a foot on the pedal or something"
-"................?.................."
-"well, would you do it, jim? eh, i don't know what you do it on.....yeah!"
-".one, one, two, three, four"
Sweet as the smell of success,
Her body's warm and wet.
She gets me thru this god awful loneliness,
A natural high butterfly.
Oh, i, i need. need, need her.
Just like a willow tree,
A breath of spring, you see.
And, oh boy, you don't know what she do to me,
She makes me sweat, forget who i am.
Oh i, i need, need, need her.
Well, i was wond'rin' how long this could go on,
On and on.
'cause i thought i could never be surprised.
But could it be that i bit my own tongue?
Mm-hmm,
It's so hard to swallow when you're wrong.
A bird of paradise,
Sunrise in her eyes.
God only knows such a sweet surprise,
I was blind, she blew my mind,
Think that i, oh, i love, love, love her.
- "stay on your d! - d! - stay there. hey!"
Sweet, sweet, sweet,
Sweet, sweet smell.
Sweet, sweet, sweet
Such sweet, sweet,
Sweet, sweet smell.
- "ok, thank you! stop! let me just check it
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Moral Individual Decisions
At Teacher’s College in Christchurch New Zealand years ago.
The tutor gave us teacher trainee students a moral lesson.
She said ‘If a student asks you a teacher this moral question.’
‘Is it wrong to steal? ’ You must answer the student thus.
‘There is no right or wrong each person decides by individual right.’
‘No right or wrong? ’ ‘Really? ’ ‘The laws are not written so.’
Stealing is a crime prison is conviction caught punishment.
Crime does not pay ultimately bursting packed prisons say.
‘So is stealing right or wrong? ’ Crime is ticking time bomb.
To break laws a serious state offense prison sentenced penitence.
Moral individual decisions politically correct concept gone astray.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Surprise, Surprise
Sweet as the smell of success
Her body's warm and wet
She gets me through this god awful lonliness
A natural high butterfly oh i,
I need, need, need her
Just like a willow tree
A breath of spring you see
And oh boy you don't know what she do to me
She makes me sweat and forget who i am
I need, need, need, need her
Well i was wondering how long this could go on, on and on
Well i thought i could never be surprised
But could it be that i bit my own tongue
Oh yeah, it's so hard to swallow when you're wrong
A bird of paradise
The sunrise in her eyes
God only knows such a sweet surprise
I was blind she blew my mind think that i
I love, love, love, love, love her
I love her, i love her, i love her, i love her
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love
song performed by by Lennon John
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Doctorate And Connoisseur’s Wife
She was a daughter of a teacher, turned cheater;
And better half of a legal dealer.
Body rich and fresh as wife of bath,
But know how rotten and sick as defamed path.
Harassed and shamed her teacher till her last cell,
Drawing muddy waters from dogged scholasticism well,
Forced her simpleton teacher to act wrong,
Deceived and blackmailed for her theme song.
She was an all wicked creation,
Valued were rooted through corrupt foundation.
Morals, barren as daughter of washer man in Wasteland;
And brought up by the sick and smocked hands,
Attempted the doctoral trophy by sinning,
But the poor teacher more sinned without sinning.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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A real reconciliation of East and West is impossible and inconceivable on the basis of a materialistic Communism, or of a
materialistic Capitalism, or indeed of a materialistic Socialism. The third way will neither be "anti-Communist" nor "anti-Capitalist". It will recognize the truth in liberal democracy, and it will equally recognize the truth in Communism. A critique of Communism and Marxism does not entail an enmity towards Soviet Russia, just as a critique of liberal democracy is not entail enmity towards the west. … But the final and most important justification of a "third way" is that there must be a place from which we may boldly testify to, and proclaim, truth, love and justice. No one today likes truth: utility and self interest have long ago been substituted for truth.
quote by Nikolai Berdyaev
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Pains of Divorce
His entire life was in his pocket
Starting from his daughters hair locket.
A few pictures of him and his family
Reminding him of how things used to be.
A crumbled up note saying:
Daddy ! I love you - I want you home.
This is where you belong.
The divorce had not gone too well
He had put his family through a living hell.
He felt the pressures getting to him
Of things he did and places he’d been
Of a life that he had been ashamed
He turned to alcohol to ease the pain.
They say with friends he had been
Who Turned to crime and to sin.
they convinced him that
This business was easy prey
And with this they could get away.
He got caught and served some time
Got out of jail and was doing fine.
Then he ran across the same old crowd
Drinking in a bar and getting loud.
Since he had met them his life had changed
He left the bar in a fit of rage.
This rage soon opened up his mind
And he fell to the floor and began to cry.
He asked himself: how is it! that we lose our way
We leave our families and go astray.
How is it! That love is like wine
It gets you drunk and leaves you blind.
How is it! That we fall under loves spell
It makes us happy- or it puts us thru hell.
How is it! That we see faults in others
But not in ourselves.
Do we think that we could hide it
And no one can tell.
He was putting the blame on him falling in love
And wanting to give his family so much more
That he lost himself and forgot the score.
He recalled: I once felt like a king on his throne
And now I’m left all alone.
I knew what it was like to make love
Under the stars above.
I would feel your heart beating on top of mine
And thought that we’d be together till the end of time.
Those beautiful nights and those fantastic days
Where I would make love to you in every way.
Like a fool I let this all slip away.
He found religion on that night
Turned his life around, and began his plight
He would fight to get his family back
He would not give up the slack.
The pains of divorce changed his way
And he knew he would never stray.
His wife saw the change in him
And decided to take him back in.
His daughter now happy as can be
Because once again she had her family.
poem by Louis Rams
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Moment In Paradise
Oh, yeah
She never cried, she only tried
To fly beyond her dreams
No walls around her mind
Deep inside shed try to hide
That she was way beyond her means
No borders and no lines
She said that its your duty to save your soul
To save it for someone
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
She floated out upon the wind
That blew my thoughts into the night
She knew the things she had to know
She drifted high above my mind
Blew my brains out, did alright
I think she knew it all along
She said that its your duty to save your soul
To save it for someone
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
She said that its your duty to save your soul
To save it for someone
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Mom's Cancer
The day I found out the truth
My mom was going to die of cancer
It blew my heart away
It was hard to see my dad cry all that time
I hardly remember my mom
But I have always loved her, even though she's not here today.
This is a lyric poem, and I wrote of my mom because she died of cancer when I was 4, and I miss her a lot...
poem by Isabella Badger
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Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING
IN AMERICA PEACE
In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a
trout fishing in America peace parade. They had thousands
of red stickers printed and they pasted them on their small
foreign cars, and on means of national communication like
telephone poles.
The stickers had WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AM-
ERICA PEACE printed on them.
Then this group of college- and high-school-trained Com-
munists, along with some Communist clergymen and their
Marxist-taught children, marched to San Francisco from
Sunnyvale, a Communist nerve center about forty miles away.
It took them four days to walk to San Francisco. They
stopped overnight at various towns along the way, and slept
on the lawns of fellow travelers.
They carried with them Communist trout fishing in Ameri-
ca peace propaganda posters:
"DON'T DROP AN H-BOMB ON THE OLD FISHING HOLE I"
"ISAAC WALTON WOULD'VE HATED THE BOMB!"
"ROYAL COACHMAN, SI! ICBM, NO!"
They carried with them many other trout fishing in Amer-
ica peace inducements, all following the Communist world
conquest line: the Gandhian nonviolence Trojan horse.
When these young, hard-core brainwashed members of
the Communist conspiracy reached the "Panhandle, " the
emigre Oklahoma Communist sector of San Francisco, thou-
sands of other Communists were waiting for them. These
were Communists who couldn't walk very far. They barely
had enough strength to make it downtown.
Thousands of Communists, protected by the police, marched
down to Union Square, located in the very heart of San Fran-
cisco. The Communist City Hall riots in 1960 had presented
evidence of it, the police let hundreds of Communists escape,
but the trout fishing in America peace parade was the final
indictment: police protection.
Thousands of Communists marched right into the heart of
San Francisco, and Communist speakers incited them for
hours and the young people wanted to blow up Colt Tower, but
the Communist clergy told them to put away their plastic
bombs.
"Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should
do to you, do ye even so to them . . . There will be no need
for explosives, " they said.
America needs no other proof. The Red shadow of the
Gandhian nonviolence Trojan horse has fallen across Ameri-
ca, and San Francisco is its stable.
Obsolete is the mad rapist's legendary piece of candy. At
this very moment, Communist agents are handing out Witness
for trout fishing in America peace tracts to innocent children
riding the cable cars.
poem by Richard Brautigan
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Ive Been Missing You
Its not because Ive just been caught
Its not as if I planned this
I didnt give a single thought
One big misunderstanding
I see how things look from your side
I see how youre hurting
The reason that I didnt hide
One big misunderstanding
So I blew it again just like I always do
Its too late for sorry, this much is true
I did what I did
Just to make my way through
One more day far away from you
And Ive been missing you
Its not the first wont be the last time
Ive been caught red-handed
To tell the truth I cannot lie
One big misunderstanding
I havent got an alibi
And I cant stop them talking
Cross my heart and hope to die
One big misunderstanding
So I blew it again just like I always do
For the things that I did Im saying sorry to you
But I did what I did and I paid my dues
Ive been missing you
Its not the first wont be the last time
Ive been caught red-handed
To tell the truth I cannot lie
One big misunderstanding
I havent got an alibi
And I cant stop them talking
I cross my heart and hope to die
One big misunderstanding
So I blew it again just like I always do
For the things that I did Im saying sorry to you
But I did what I did and I paid my dues
Ive been missing you
song performed by by Ub40
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We Are Defended By Those We Do Not Know The Names Of
WE ARE DEFENDED BY THOSE WE DO NOT KNOW THE NAMES OF
We are defended by those we do not know the names of -
And when one is killed
We know the name for a moment,
Before leaving the long memory to the family-
A few it is true – special heroes-
Have stories and names that remain through the years.
But mostly the dead are anonymous
And the wounded and the injured too.
And a country and a people goes on in freedom-
While in this family or that
Which we will always pray we will not be among
Pain and Loss Forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Nothing To Say
When I got told the other day, you said won't it be nice
To spend some time and share a look there was no thinking twice
The die was cast no time to lose as much as one can say
Didn't hesitate to call you back and things were under way
And if it wasn't for the circumstance and well against all odds
Well that's enough for feeling great the best we could have got
And just in case there's something wrong so much with you to share
Much better anyways than watch or stroll round everywhere
Nothing to say we got it there
A long long way right in our hands
Nothing to say - now we can use all we give all of our loving and affection
We'll have our way like we always do - nothing to say
You called me up the other day just when I thought you would
And asked if we could break apart as things ain't been too good
I swallowed hard and got that feeling I know it's called unease
The confidence I've kept to well just came down piece by piece
That's all it takes it's sad but done no way to disagree
Time takes toll and that's the way it's always gonna be
Cos it wasn't yet the circumstance but more than just a test
There's little left for feeling great and all I need's some rest
[There's] not a single glimpse of hope well someone took my place
It's yet another turn for me [I'll be] messin' round everywhere
Nothing to say we got it there
A long long way right in our hands
Nothing to say - so you refuse all I give all of my loving and affection
I'll make our way like I always do - nothing to say
So you refuse all I give all of my loving and affection, oh, oh
So you refuse all I give all of my loving and affection, oh, oh
song performed by by Helloween
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Obvious Song
There was a man in the jungle
Trying to make ends meet
Found himself one day with an axe in his hand
When a voice said buddy can you spare that tree
We gotta save the world - starting with your land
It was a rock n roll millionaire from the usa
Doing 3 to the gallon in a big white car
And he sang and he sang til he polluted the air
And he blew a lot of smoke from a cuban cigar
And the stars are looking down
Through a hole in the sky
And if they can see, they cry
Thats obvious
And the walls are coming down
Between the west and the east
You dont have to be a hippie to believe in peace
Thats obvious . . . obvious
There was a kid in the city selling crack to get by
Got caught one day with a gun in his hand
When a voice said, okay, get em up in the air
Youre too young to live like this
But you aint too fast to die.
Just another foot-soldier in a stupid little war
Another sound-bite on the american scene
Caught between the supplier only dreaming of money
And the demand of the man with money
Who needs a little help to dream
So we starve all the teachers
And recruit more marines
How come we dont even know what that means
Its obvious
And the walls are coming down
Between the eagle and the dove
You dont have to be a hippie to believe in love
Thats obvious . . . obvious
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Several Times
It has bothered me several times
It has left me puzzled sometimes
I have pondered over it and tried to learn
It only added worry and concern
I asked self “who will miss me most”
Friends, family members or all but at what cost
Do they really think I am worthwhile?
Or are they tolerating me meanwhile?
We all know the purpose behind
You need not think hard to find
Everybody is aware of it and can’t afford to act blind
You got to be cooperative and act very kind
You have only sweet words to offer
Face must offer smile even if you differ
No one may offer kind words at your back
They will remember you as long as their interest is at stake
These are some simple things one may come across
It may force him to think about some gain or loss
Life might have taught some bitter experience
It might have forced individual to remain quiet tense
It is simple philosophy and quiet easy to pick
You can’t be compelled to learn from the fear of stick
It comes with passage of time and maturity
This is called purely nice human quality
Well I must leave it to common wisdom
It helps no one or hopefully seldom
It is to be taken on the face value
Only nice behavior gets you whatever is due
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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warm stillness-
table of silence
last supper
haiku by Marius Alexandru (2021)
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