Has The Un Gone Over The Deep End?
The UN was a great organization when it started out,
But that was a lifetime ago and now we have some doubt,
Different and odd groups seem to have taken UN control,
They seem to have a very Durban III attitude and goal.
Politically correct media reluctant to find fault,
Seldom mentioned the Durban II anti Israeli assault,
And their Durban III effort next year makes no sense at all,
New York is a fairly peaceful place so no need for to a brawl.
I’m not sure how much of the UN is under their control,
Has anyone ever done a UN public opinion poll?
9/11 and Durban II on that same weekend long ago,
Am I missing something here or is there something I don’t know?
Dec 29th,2010
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Durban Iii
They are planning a Durban III conference in New York next year,
Dictatorships that seem to run the UN and tend to commandeer,
The last one was held in Durban SA, a few days before nine eleven,
When thousands of New Yorkers were suddenly sent to heaven.
The Durban platform of anti-Semitic rhetoric was sad,
Still the same platform next year in NY which shows they’re half mad,
And have turned the UN into their own propaganda machine,
Unfortunately they are real - not some monster at Halloween.
The tenth anniversary of Durban II and 9/11 on the same day,
Dictatorship pronouncements mixed with those who kneel and pray,
All democracies failed to attend the last Durban affair,
Timing next year so that they can’t boycott or walkg away.
NOV 24th,2010
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One Flew Over the UN Cuckoo's Nest
Our politicians, bureaucrats and appointees want to stay,
They like it in NY at the UN and don’t want to move away,
But Canada was turned down for a Security Council place,
Indeed this appears like a terrible UN slap in the face.
So somehow, somewhere along the way, the UN went out of gear,
With their Durban I, their Durban II, and Durban III next year,
It looks like they are using Ahmadinejad as a guide,
There was a time when it appeared that we were all on the same side.
Durban III timed for start of UN General Assembly next year,
So all heads of states will be on hand while many others just leer,
Meeting to promote anti-Semitism and hatred for Jews,
The UN should be closed down now because it has ceased to amuse.
Nov 19th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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The Un Seems To Be In A Mess
The UN seems to have gone from bad to worse in recent years,
Screaming about human rights in their agitated fears,
But everything is bent in an anti Semitic direction,
Their Durban II and their Durban III in dark reflection.
And that’s not all; an odd group seems to have taken complete control,
And now it seems that the UN has a complete biased role?
And what’s next in their weird schedule of Durban III events?
And what can normal people and countries do to circumvent?
How much influence does New York City have on that now weird place?
Because that glass building is turning into a downright disgrace,
Does anyone ever investigate what’s going on in there?
Or has it reached a point so low that nobody really cares?
Jan 8th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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The Tenth Anniversary of 9/11
Durban II and 9/11 on the same weekend, ten years ago,
An insult to both the US and Israel just to let you know,
Durban III scheduled on 9/11 anniversary next year,
It’s hard to believe but certain people want to cheer.
The UN has demonized democracy for some strange reason,
As though dictatorships should be the way to go this season,
The UN obviously needs to give itself a good shake,
Because it seems to be at the mercy of dictators on the make.
Media moguls tend to skirt this upcoming anniversary,
Particularly the blatant connection to beneficiaries,
Political correctness gone completely mad once more,
Anything else happening at the UN back door?
Nov 20th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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The Un Security Council Club
I remember when the UN was considered good and great,
But something strange has happened and now they are extremely irate,
And why are we so disliked in that very strange NY place?
Why were we banned from their Security Council rat race?
Their Durban III anti Israeli stance is a global disgrace,
Has the UN ran it’s course or is this only a test case?
Or has it become a hindrance and likely to cause more trouble?
Is it possible that someone somehow could burst their bubble?
Or has it turned into an exclusive inner circle club?
Where Canada is likely to get a daily or frequent snub?
Should we tell them to shove it and quickly march out the door?
Or should we take the insult and wait and see if there’s more?
Jan 5th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Shortly after I was born he emigrated to Durban, where members of my mother's family had settled at the turn of the century, and the rest of the family followed soon thereafter.
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On a Durban street at twilight
On a Durban street at twilight,
when lights started piercing the coming night
in winter with rain sieving down
like you would expect in Cape Town
a gorgeous girl walked right up to me,
and it’s still one hell of a memory.
For long moments her eyes looked into mine
and she slid her slender arms around my neck
giving me much more than a peck
and her hair silky and fine
brushed against my face
before she kissed me even more passionately
and spellbound and probably surprised, unfortunately
I let her slip away unknown, totally without a trace
and still this bugs me, for what I do not know
and why I let her go?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hiking to Durban
We wanted to be free
from the discipline
of boarding school
and catch a lift all the way,
to Durban at the sea.
What a life it would be
with bikini girls on the beach
and totally out of reach
of the head master’s cane
and we would visit every shop
and meet girls on the street
and spend every sent
without having to pay for rent.
The beach would be the place
to sleep and tan and surf
and to spent,
the rest of the summer
as a place of fun.
We packed our bags
and left our school uniforms behind,
but what a calamity
when the first car that stopped
opened its doors wide
and the principal was inside.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Cursed By Trudeau's Charter Of Rights
Sleep-walking nation with soft-on-crime judges sitting on the bench,
Some are educated even bilingual in English and French,
But too many are politically correct to a fault,
The few that are real good never get a media exult.
Are prisoners given easy early release because of small jails?
Is this significant or should we is bother with details?
Why does the media believe that everything is fine?
It’s all politically correct and nothing in decline.
Unfortunately we are cursed they with Trudeau’s Charter of Rights,
Which politicians and the Supreme Court cannot rewrite.
At least, that’s what they say, which doesn’t seem correct
Is there such a thing as a dictator that we could elect?
Dec 26th 2010
poem by James Bredin
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Just Before The Demonia Hurricane
Just before the Demonia hurricane
clouds in Durban
darkened the whole sky
and horizon.
I saw black water stretching out
with just here and there
‘a light dancing
on the surface of the sea.
Like a giant water monitor
that prepares to shatter
with its tail
the sea hissed menacing
about the coming chaos
and with rain and giant waves
I knew that destiny
somewhere else is hitting people mercilessly
and are even killing some.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Insomniac Butterflies...
i can't sleep
upon this
Durban Deep,
my eyes are
butterflies
flying out the
window
from the house
of my heart
i am blind
outside the flowers
are captivating
two insomniac
butterflies
winking, the petals
signify
ultimately the breaking
of four wings
i am blinded by the
absence of
my portions
be the flower of my trust
seduce my butterflies
take them
in the sweetness of
your nectar
their proboscis
upon your bosom
in drunken ecstasy
it is only through this
that i will see
the light of morning again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Troubles (home Demo)
Well hush my children don't you cry
The troubles will soon all be over
The tears that swell in every eye
Will fall to the ground and bring clover
The soldiers are only teenage boys
The same as in Durban or Dover
So rein aside all your warring toys
The troubles will soon all be over
Well hush my children go to sleep
The troubles will soon all be over
Their bombs will form a rusting heap
For flowers and fern to grow over
Their leaders are only drunk with fear
They wouldn't do this be they sober
And when they drink our friendship clear
The troubles will soon all be over
song performed by by Xtc
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Consolation
How great it is not to be going
to Zimbabwe this summer
not having to go through
a packed border post,
the ruins that’s left of her cities,
or visiting friends on their farms,
since they have all being driven away.
No need to hunt for petrol
from fuel station to fuel station,
no need to find your way
through a crowd of hungry children
and no need to feel guilty
because you have food
and a car and a place called home.
There’s no Victoria falls here,
no Zimbabwe ruins built from rock,
no Kariba lake to live in a boat on,
no great Zambezi to white river raft on
and no need to be afraid
because you are white.
How much better to take the familiar highway
past Durban down to Margate
or to go somewhere on the South coast
and not to study outdated maps
of the unknown to find a place
called Mana pools
on a dirt track
in the middle of the veldt.
How much better to eat in great
familiar restaurants,
that does not charge in US dollars
and to holiday
right next to the big blue ocean
and to tan on a choice of beaches.
Robert Mugabe can have his whole damn country,
even if he’s not the chosen leader
as long as he keeps
his population there,
but everywhere I look
there’s Zimbabwean aliens appearing
out of the blue
and even on a lovely beach
a Zimbabwean girl
swims in panties and a bra
or walks without any.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Troubles
Well hush my children dont you cry
The troubles will soon all be over
The tears that swell in every eye
Will fall to the ground and bring clover
The soldiers are only teenage boys
The same as in durban or dover
So rein aside all your warring toys
The troubles will soon all be over
Well hush my children go to sleep
The troubles will soon all be over
Their bombs will form a rusting heap
For flowers and fern to grow over
Their leaders are only drunk with fear
They wouldnt do this be they sober
And when they drink our friendship clear
The troubles will soon all be over
song performed by by Xtc
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A Christmas Ghost Story.
South of the Line, inland from far Durban,
A mouldering soldier lies--your countryman.
Awry and doubled up are his gray bones,
And on the breeze his puzzled phantom moans
Nightly to clear Canopus: "I would know
By whom and when the All-Earth-gladdening Law
Of Peace, brought in by that Man Crucified,
Was ruled to be inept, and set aside?
And what of logic or of truth appears
In tacking 'Anno Domini' to the years?
Near twenty-hundred livened thus have hied,
But tarries yet the Cause for which He died."
poem by Thomas Hardy
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The Last Day Of Military Leave
I returned early from pass to the camp
at Natal Command in Durban
right opposite the beach,
went in to stow my kit
and on that late weekend afternoon
the camp was almost empty
with only a few guards
and probably skeleton staff running it
and I drove out on my motorbike
in civilian clothes,
parking it near a cinema,
was walking to a restaurant
to have a decent meal
when a bevy of lovely girls
walked right up to me
and offered to buy me a drink or two
as it was clear that I was in the army
as my hair was short and I was young
and there were five of them
with every single one dressed in a mini skirt
or something very sexy
and I had a cider, some of them beer, champagne,
vodka martinis and whatever they fancied
and we were rather jolly
and we talked and later walked out on the beach,
seeing the setting sun, the bright rising yellow moon
and that night was really something
but when it got romantic, there were five of them
and only one of me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Freedom of Speech?
You can't say that.
It's not politically correct.
If you say that you may offend...
and you will stand accused
of Anti Feminism, Anti Semitism,
Anti Americanism.
The media's gone mad.
Judging every word, every nuance,
letting one little word, 'stupidly'
overshadow the real issue.
Not even the President can
say what he really thinks.
Does anyone remember
Freedom of Speech?
You can say what you believe,
even when we disagree,
it's O.K with me.
I won't call you Anti.
poem by Angela Michel
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Dancing Dervish
You shine like a Moonbeam,
Bringing your day into my night,
Been lost in a storm waiting for your Light,
Where have you been all my life?
In darker days you were but a dream,
A glimmer of light unseen,
I need your love... love,
You know what I mean?
Your love comes from within,
Swirling all around me, drowning me,
You are the Light, you are my life,
Why do we have this strife?
From Durban to Dublin I seek,
You are always just out of reach,
Why my love is it so hard,
To keep you around?
In darker days you were but a dream,
A glimmer of light unseen,
I need your love... love,
You know what I mean?
Your love swirling like a dance,
You leave me in a trance
The love you always have, to show,
Why is it so hard to know?
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Postmodern Light
If you don't support ‘progress’
You're not politically correct
Though often it is pure foulness
A perfect product of the imperfect.
If you believe in freedom
Yes, you're politically correct
But one's liberty is another's serfdom
Power in the hand of the elect.
If you're not a feminist
You're not politically correct
So do not swing your fist
Even when you are erect.
Your values and tradition
Are politically correct, perhaps,
If your divorces keep going on
Imbued with other family mishaps.
If you're not a ‘postmodern’
You're not politically correct
So just raise high your lantern
And irradiate for stage effect.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Birth Control Logic
Birth control is not anti-self-indulgence
not even depriving the
supreme gift of pleasure
Yes God allows people
to multiply on earth
Yet same God instructs
same people to subdue
and take control the multiplied population
Human needs need controllership
to take control is not merely
to control, to rule over populace.
to take control is taking control
the ultimate birth-making pleasure
to subdue perilous ballooning population
Birth control therefore is not
anti-self-indulgence
rather a noble submission
to the Creator who need no more
creation multiplacation
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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