Attempted suicide
You were like a nuclear reactor
that was overheating
and mere heavy water
would not be enough
to cool down
your plutonium core.
Depression more than fury
had driven you past
all danger signs
and both kids
were already as if radiated,
the one by heroine
and the other past caring.
I had to brake the locked
bedroom open
where I found
rows of empty bottles
on the dressing-table
next to you.
Freed, you were unconscious
and I had to carry you
by myself to the car
while vapours
came out of your mouth
before you’re retched
right over me.
The trip was a nightmare ride,
where I skipped traffic lights
and stopped at casualties
of the state hospital,
followed by the Police.
You were less than a step
from paradise
and I had to force doctors
to immediately treat you.
When you resurfaced
you were crying
and cursed me,
for saving you
and said thanked me
and in a way
you were happy
to still be alive.
poem by Gert Strydom
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a Real life nightmare
It feels like another life
and had been at another time
and place,
where I knocked and knocked
at the locked bedroom door.
At last I found a key
and still something
was holding it
and I pushed with all my might
and at last it opened.
She was lying on the bed
with outstretched arms
and empty pill bottles
next to her head
and there was no note
to say farewell
and why she did it,
to this day
only she can tell.
She was still breathing
and I felt a weak pulse
and I was without strength
from flu,
but I picked her up
and got her over my shoulder.
The car was too far
and there was nobody
willing to help me
and I stumbled over my weak legs
and got hold of her again
and carried her to the car.
I passed over three red robots
without any car’s being there
and she belched over
my shirt and pants
and just before the state hospital
two metro police cars
started to follow me
with flashing blue lights
and screaming sirens.
I stopped at the ambulance
drop-off point
and was cursed by ambulance men
that was standing there,
and the metro police
rushed to me
took a look at her
and went on their way
and nobody wanted to help.
Anger gave me strength
and I carried her
into the hospital
and went straight through admissions
and followed the red line
to casualties
and somebody
brought a wheelchair
and some doctor
saved her life.
The doctor said that the belching
saved her,
but today I am just glad
that she’s out of my life
and that I do not have to face
another nightmare.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Nuclear Explosion At Fukushima Nuclear Reactor No.3
by March 28 2011 plutonium
had been detected in soil at
five locations at Fukushima Power Plant
operators at Fukushima nuclear complex
believed plutonium had been discharged
from exposed disintegrating fuel rods
damaged post March 11 no explosions
post devastating earthquake tsunami
plutonium citizens is a silvery-grey metal
that becomes yellowish when exposed
to air solid under normal conditions
chemically reactive radio reactive
but not desired in your reception area
therefore imagine concern when
“yellow rain” seen in Kanto region
surrounding Tokyo supposedly caused
by pollen not radioactive materials
as many Japanese residents feared
Meteorological Agency publicly said
an intellect would think not pollen experts
plutonium at least 15 different isotopes
all are radioactive most common ones
are Pu-238, Pu-239, Pu-240 and Pu-238
a half-life of 87.7 years not as scary
as Plutonium-239 a half-life of 24,100 years
Pu-240 has a half-life 6,560 years
220 km northeast of central Tokyo
according to Environment Ministry
large amounts of air-borne pollen
were seen in downwind Kanto region?
pollen fell with rain Wednesday
do you wonder why ‘concerned’
citizens who reported strange yellowish
residue had never before experienced
a rainfall that contained mystery pollen?
do you wonder why news report referred
“to explosions at Fukushima No.1 Plant
leaving out March 14 ‘mushroom cloud’
explosion that occurred at Fukushima No.3? ”
‘Yellow Rain’ fell two days after March 14
explosion Nuclear reactor No.3 this reactor
contains plutonium-uranium mixed oxide fuel
(MOX) , ‘deadliest substance known to man
which is extremely difficult to detect so lie lie
tell me I spew but not from catchy nuclear flu
I watched that blast I knew what you would do
two weeks post March 11 Japan 9.0 earthquake
tsunami Prime Minister Naoto Kan spoke
“The situation continues to be highly grave and
serious, and we must remain on high alert, ” and
“The burden (of the disaster) should not fall only
on the shoulders of individuals and their families,
but should be borne by the nation as a whole.”
I fear this prophecy I fear new disaster nuclear flu
plants grow in contaminated soil absorb plutonium
Japanese Nuclear Plant Reactor Core Breached
no mention of types of radioactivity released
Japanese nuclear crisis relax damaged nuclear
reactors are venting smoke vapour but no
mention of exact isotopes now being emitted
plutonium fuel melted inside core being vented
out explosion broke containment shield we have
a quarter of a tonne additional plutonium in reactor
radioactive releases containing plutonium Pandora
your box is open so where to dump radioactive slag
horror is now deal with it slight of hand pretend
to carry radioactive water out to sea in barges
which you could pump straight into sea safely
hide slag fuel rods under water in viewed barges
dump hot load into an oceanic trench case closed
no I shall decline fish for a while steamed over
nuclear pile prophecy a quarter of the fish died
well half earth bleach coral reefs are already dead
due to global warming President Bush scientists
lied to you told you global warming did not exist
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Heroine
The heroine stood up on the deck
The ship was out of control
The bow was being ripped to shreds
Men were fighting down below
The sea had pummeled the boat for so long
That they knew nothing but fear
And the babys in the box
He thinks the door is locked
The sea is in a state
The baby learns to wait for the heroine
Ohh, ohh, for the heroine
Locked in his defense, he waits for the heroine
The mast is cracking as he waves are slapping
Sailors roll across the deck
And when they thought none was looking
They would cut a weaker mans neck
While the heroine dressed in a virgin white dress
Tried to steer the mighty ship
But the raging storm wouldnt hear of it
They were in for a long trip
Babys in the box
He thinks the door is locked
He finds it hard to breathe
Drawing in the sea
And wheres the heroine to fire off the gun
To calm the raging seas
And let herself be seized, by the -
- baby in the box
The thinks the door is locked
The woman has the keys
But there is no moment she can seize
Heres to the heroine
Who transcends all the men
Who are locked inside the box
Will the lady let them out
Ohh, the heroine, ooohh, ooohhh, the heroine
Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine
Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Asymmetry
Nothing torments
like a traffic jam on a freeway
with all lanes coming jam-packed
to a sudden halt,
big trucks grinding down gears
with swaying wagons as they brake,
the idiot on crack cocaine
that tries to overtake being trapped
by oncoming traffic
and then tries to swerve in
where there is no space
and out of the blue
very important persons arrive
and are being escorted in a convoy
which manages to past
with flashing police lights
while you are stuck.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Church Street, Pretoria
Right down the street the traffic lights are green
and a couple of homeless men stand around a fire
in a half drum and ambulances and police cars scream
while they past rows and rows of flats for hire
and a couple of kids stand smoking at the stream
and this is reality, the heart of the city.
On the sidewalk pedestrians walk in crowds of men,
women and some children, some booted up to the knee
others with mini skirts short enough to condemn them
and my city stays lovely to me.
People queue for fried chicken, fish
and chips at shops and cafés and the smells fill my nose
and tomatoes and onions, lamb and steak are fried with a hiss
and in the traffic an angry speed-cop tries to retain his pose
when a minibus taxi almost runs him over, gives him a fright
at a flickering traffic light
and cars stream by into the coming night.
poem by Gert Strydom
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He’s past it
Werner is not unconscious
from drugs and liquor,
he’s past it
and a white ambulance
arrives with a flashing
red light.
He lies on the ground
in his own vomit
and urine
that lays yellow, orange and white
around him
and empty dark brown beer bottles
and a bottle of Johnny Walker
is broken
and the glass
stabs into his arm
and the man
on the label
walks past him
and blowflies
are everywhere on him
and a pot pipe
clings with vomit
to his mouth.
There’s an injection
with the needle
still in his vain
and his eyes are big and grey
and empty without life
while his right hand
clutches a guitar
as if he’s thinking
about the next chord
and there’s tiredness
and emptiness on his face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I'm Guided By...Life!
My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Yes my needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Tonight,
I'm guided by...
Life!
I'm driven by...
Desire!
And finding it right,
Tonight.
Surrender,
I might...
To your delight.
And excited I am...
With you,
Tonight!
And...
Forever.
My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Yes my needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Tonight,
I'm guided by...
Life!
I'm driven by...
Desire!
And finding it right,
Tonight...
My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Yes my needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Yes my needs are overheating.
Yes my needs are overheating...
Tonight.
My needs are heating.
Yes my needs are overheating.
Tonight.
My needs are heating.
Yes my needs are overheating.
Tonight,
I'm guded by...
Life!
Tonight,
I'm driven by...
Desire!
Yes my needs are overheating.
Yes my needs are overheating.
Yes my needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Tonight,
My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Tonight,
My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Tonight,
My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Tonight,
I'm guided by...
Life!
I'm driven by...
Desire!
And finding it right,
Tonight!
My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Yes my needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Tonight...
I am guided by life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Night was coming
Night was coming
with a piercing huge orange sun
breaking through
white and black clouds
in the west.
It found a gap
and the sun was hanging
like a orange ball
above the street
and it was blinding.
Cars passed barely visible
above the orange glare
and some had already
turned their lights on.
The sun dipped down
below some trees
and for a time
it glowed behind them
and soon it would be dark
and the first stars
were already appearing
and a full yellow moon
was rising,
but below bright lights
was already burning
right across the city
in colours of amber
streetlights
green, yellow and red
traffic lights,
blue lights flashing
on police cars
and almost every bright colour
caught on neon signs
while people came and went
to different destinations
some smiling and relaxed,
others in a hurry
and some others
locked in a world of their own.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Depression Is Like...
Depression is like
being thrown
into a giant sea
where you can't swim,
Depression is like
being thrust
into a never ending pit
with scorpions and snakes all around
Depression is like
being pushed
into a lion's den
with no way out.
Depression is like
being enclosed in a cage
that's locked from the outside.
Depression is like
being in a deep nightmare
that's never ending
poem by Anonymous Dunno
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Chernobyl
When Russia tried to keep quiet
over the disaster
of a exploding nuclear reactor
the whole of Europe was radiated
satellites saw the explosion
with flames shooting up,
radiation going into the air
being swept away on the wind
and all of the people fighting against the disaster
got a death sentence,
the towns of Chernobyl and Pripyat is now empty
with no living beings moving there
and the impact circled out much wider
and in Russia people are still suffering from it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Ass Speaker Mutant - Part One
Once upon a time, in far away Germany, a happy couple waits for their childs to born.
All is well. All examinations are normal and, finaly, the great day came.
Herr Karl and his wife, Frau Inga, went to the hospital, but, after the childbirth the hospital was surrounded by a terrible rumor.
The newborn was transferred to a restricted nursery and his parents were not allowed to view it.
Herr Karl was angry with the doctors who did not let him see his son.
- It's not possible that's happening something with my son and you don't tell why.
Frau Inga was smarter.
He pretended to be resigned and went to the nursery where her son.
The doctors were left no choice but to tell all to Karl.
- Herr Karl, your son was born with an anomalous formation in his digestive system. We did not want to do it through this. would be easier to give the child as dead.
Frau Inga, finaly arrived at the nursery and found his son, isolated from everything.
- Tell me just once. What has my son? Said Herr Karl, nervous.
- His son was born with the digestive system reversed his anus is in the face, and his mouth is on the buttocks.
Herr Karl was paralyzed.
Frau Inga took his son in his arms, and noticed the strange mouth. A green and fetid secretion ran down a corner. She noted that it was feces. At that moment the baby started crying and her crying came from the buttocks. Startled, she turned and was horrified to discover that the child's mouth was on the butt.
The nurses prevented her and the baby to fall when she fainted.
poem by Aschelminto Da Silva
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Crumbs From Your Table
From the brightest star
Comes the blackest hole
You had so much to offer
Why did you offer your soul?
I was there for you baby
When you needed my help
Would you deny for others
What you demand for yourself?
Cool down mama, cool off
Cool down mama, cool off
You speak of signs and wonders
I need something other
I would believe if I was able
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
You were pretty as a picture
It was all there to see
Then your face caught up with your psychology
With a mouth full of teeth
You ate all your friends
And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends
You speak of signs and wonders
But I need something other
I would believe if I was able
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
Where you live should not decide
Whether you live or whether you die
Three to a bed
Sister Ann, she said
Dignity passes by
And you speak of signs and wonders
But I need something other
I would believe if I was able
I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
song performed by by U2
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The Wind is Free
Wake from your nightmare, shut your eye, let life begin
With the cock crow and traffic flow the nightmare begins
The struggle the hustle nothing but pain and strife
What would I do to make it last forever
To spread my wings soar from the worlds dread
For I am soar brake-lights, red-lights the organized restraint
Whatever my threat unchain me before I self destruct
I am The Wind, let me be free
Free be me, the wind I am let me be
Blowing untamed across the plains let me reign
The cool breeze on your back with the sun in your face
The lash of winter that cools the summer
The messenger of spring with that scent filled air
The wind is free; my spirit please let it be
How can I be open minded…
When by your expectations my thoughts are guided
I let me have my go not your “The path of life is winded”
Will it be my destiny when by you founded?
Can a wind blow in a vacuum?
Could you turn an easterly…
Into a north easterly even if you tried
Then why do you dictate that I dick-take the stereotype
The wind is free if not let me sleep forever
poem by Dave Harry
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Penn State in 1955 became the first university to be issued a federal license to operate a nuclear reactor, which it continues to use for studies in the peaceful uses of atomic energy and the training of nuclear industry personnel.
quote by Don Sherwood
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You Are Beautiful [1]
It does not matter anymore
that the gazes of other men follow you,
that at times they look into your eyes as if caught,
that traffic cops sometimes want to follow your car.
You are lovely with something past mere beauty
and everybody can immediately see it,
there is no other more beautiful woman to me;
our being together is far more than just a maybe,
your love is something that I do not deserve.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Well, It's Nuclear...
well, it's nuclear rain,
voices without names,
faces etched in pain,
lives given in vain,
it's nuclear rain.
well, it's nuclear night.
cant tell wrong from right,
hope is out of sight,
men stand alone and fight.
it's nuclear night.
well, it's nuclear stillness.
past the point of forgiveness..
the dying cry out to witness.
the ego driven illness.
it's nuclear stillness.
well, it's nuclear devastation.
the home divided by the nation.
the individual sold to exploitation.
to bondage and incarceration.
it's nuclear devastation.
well, it's nuclear hell.
the spirit put on sale.
the body just a shell.
the truth it cannot tell.
it's nuclear hell.
well, it's nuclear death,
fear steals the very breath.
everything taken nothing left.
child of Cain, child of Seth,
it's nuclear death.
well, it's the nuclear dawn,
all that ever was is gone.
the weak devoured by the strong,
god left to walk alone...
it's nuclear dawn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Half Drunk In Jesus Town
church bells ringing
down by the mission
walking these streets again
down by the old feed store,
and the row of empty buildings,
listening to the ghosts of the past.
the railroad tracks stand silent,
that old train dont run anymore.
here and there people walking,
aint nobody talking,
stray dogs and broken bottles,
stopped to light one last cigarette.
i can still hear my mother calling,
can still see my daddy's tired eyes,
can still hear the preacher, and
them old songs
but you cant take me down
to the water anymore.
old signs falling in the wind
take one last draw from the bottle
cant bring back what you never had
half drunk in Jesus town.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nuclear Infected
I'm nuclear infected
I really don't mind
I just go out when the sun goes down
And have a real good time.
I can clear out any ballgame
In a minute and a half
Just show up - glow up
And have a real good laugh
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
I'm nuclear infected
Really ain't that bad
In fact it's about the best time
I guess I ever had
I'm nuclear infected
Looking for a mate
So slip on something lead, babe
And go out on a date
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue, yeah
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
Nuclear infected....... don't make me angry
Nuclear infected....... don't make shake
Nuclear infected....... don't get me to sneeze
Nuclear infected....... that's a big mistake
I want to live on Three Mile Island
Where things are clean and neat
'Cause we don't have no health freaks
Clutterin' up our streets
I'm nuclear infected, I need something to eat
A China Syndrome Salad with plutonium and cheese.
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Nuclear Spectre Rising
nuclear spectre rising
on blast back
of explosive radiation
levels sends tremors aftershocks
into global share markets reactor
three reactor one reactor two
buildings blown after failures
to provide back up power generators
to pump water coolant onto nuclear
fuel rods exposed equals melt down
hot vented in hydrogen explosions
steaming radioactive yes tell me twenty
kilometers is a safety zone after aircraft
carrier Ronald Reagon
100 miles away caught
off coast down wind
promptly sets sails to a new
get real safety zone after17 crew
involved in helicopter rescue
work test positive flying
radioactive requiring
full decontainination
three step procedure
separated by sex
removal of clothing
washing reclothing
on 14 March 2011
carrier Ronald Reagon
was forced to relocate
to avoid a radioactive
plume originating at
Fukushima nuclear accident
site which irradiated seventeen
helicopter crew crewmembers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Fear Takes Over My Depression
This depression causes me fear
causes the fear in life to come out
the fear or confusion and the fear of loss
I try hard not to think of fear and this depression
but somehow the depression lets the fear back into
my body and lets the fear take over the sadness
I would rather feel sadness, pain and anger than fear
the fear that I feel makes me feel weak and worthless
I try to love but the fear steps into place once again
I am afraid to love cause I fear hurt
it's gray all the time in my head
while I try to make it look like it is all sunshine and rainbows
on my face with the smile i put on for everyone
while on the inside I wanna cry!
cause the depression lets my past come back
the flashbacks of the unwanted
unwanted that I just want to go away
I try to work through the problems but I still cant get it all out
I wonder if I talk about every incident step by step detail by detail
and bassically relive it, if that will take it away!
but here is that fear again from the depression
the fear of talking and reliving the past! !
my depression causes me fear!
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poem by Juliana Willsey
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