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Nuclear Leak - March 1992 Current Version

Cloud grey, faces red.
St. Petersburg incident:
Chernobyl ahead.

One station's see_page
power grid widow window
many mens' weep_age.

Radiation peak
countered by helplessness, pique,
and bluff double-speak.

Philosophical
fall out of bounds, boundaries
hurry can leap-frog

eye so topical
currents hemispherical
icy, tropical,

leucemic blood cell
round the bend and pole to pole
mutations pell-mell

ionized rainfall
does not distinguish between
rich and poor painful

combat quixotic,
careless then hairless dropp outs
cause idiotic

Access restrictive,
fictive disinformation
vasoconstrictive.

Radioa ctive
cement seals sentimental
half-lives contractive.

Congenital flaws,
degenerative dermal
cancelllation clause.
Initial version first verse only

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Cloud grey, faces red.
St. Petersburg incident:
Chernobyl ahead.

(1 April 1992)

haiku by Jonathan Robin (01 April 1992)
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Pellmell Morning

Woke up with the crow
Crow flew away uncaged
A pell-mell morning, know not how
Like that crow to fly freed
Pell-mell chores, pell-mell errands
Bound and bowed to the pell-mell duties

Pell-mell rise, pell-mell bath, pell-mell pooja
Pell-mell cooking break-fasting on grumbles others'
Running faster after the sun
Soused in sweat a hurry-burry fun
Pell-mell hubbub to school and office wishing
Doubled my eyes and limbs added on my back

Awaiting attention my in-laws
Pain in the neck, poking in or breaking away
My significant maidservant
Very much purposely the dying gas cylinder
More ruthlessly the electricity cut off
Mixie, grinder, microwave, all reposing
Pell-mell jiggles, pell-mell morning, agree?

poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Pole and The Rope

A pole and the rope not visible at all,
Pulled and rewind cord, perfect of all.
From the middle of the heart,
The cable extends near and afar,
From the center of the nation,
The chain prolong to space station,
When the pole is the love,
The rope is the responsibilities.
Stuck to the invisible pole of love,
Our responsibilities inspire us to excel,
For each and every one of them,
Whom we love and cherish.
From the pole of patriotism,
Our duties start to end in victory.
Is there any difference?
Between the love and patriotism,
The poles, around which our life goes around.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Renda Writer - The Other Line

I saw a man
Fishing
Off the side of the pier

Fishing for a fish
And then...
His cell phone rang

He picked it up
And began talking

Cell phone in one hand
Fishing pole in the other

And then...
The tip of his pole
Started bending

He got a bite

And then...

He said
To the person on the phone

'Let me call you back,
I've got someone on the other line'

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Find

South pole to north pole.
I travelled,
Looking for few people
Having bright and innovative idea with
Productive result which spread
Every corner of earth.
Shower happiness and peace.
I find number of people.
Rich to donate and poor to serve.
Hidden beauty of encourage exist everywhere.

poem by Ajay Srivastava
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Tripping Through A Double Dutch

If you...
Keep it up enough.
You will...
Keep it up enough.
And you'll...
Be tough enough.
To bend and never suffer.

People who have toughened up,
Will bend and never suffer.
They live lives without the huff and puff,
To bend and never suffer.
They know better than to bluff stuff...
Like the bluffing heard from others,
Tripping through a double Dutch.

If you...
Keep it up enough.
You will...
Keep it up enough.
And you'll...
Be tough enough.
To bend and never suffer.
Or trip through a double Dutch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Think Im Paranoid

You can look, but you cant touch
I dont think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do
Heaven knows what youve got to prove
I think Im paranoid
And complicated
I think Im paranoid
Manipulated
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me
Break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you
I fall down just to give you a thrill
Prop me up with another pill
If I should fail, if I should fold
I nailed my faith to the sticking pole
I think Im paranoid
Manipulated
I think Im paranoid
Too complicated
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me
Break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you
I think Im paranoid
I think Im paranoid
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me
Break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you
Steal me, deal me, anyway you heal me
Maim me, tame me, you can never change me
Love me, like me, come ahead and fight me
Please me, tease me, go ahead and leave me
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
As long as I want you baby its alright
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
As long as I want you baby its alright

song performed by by Garbage
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The Widow At Windsor

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
(Ow, poor beggars in red!)
There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,
There's 'er mark on the medical stores --
An' 'er troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind
That takes us to various wars.
(Poor beggars! -- barbarious wars!)
Then 'ere's to the Widow at Windsor,
An' 'ere's to the stores an' the guns,
The men an' the 'orses what makes up the forces
O' Missis Victorier's sons.
(Poor beggars! Victorier's sons!)

Walk wide o' the Widow at Windsor,
For 'alf o' Creation she owns:
We 'ave bought 'er the same with the sword an' the flame,
An' we've salted it down with our bones.
(Poor beggars! -- it's blue with our bones!)
Hands off o' the sons o' the Widow,
Hands off o' the goods in 'er shop,
For the Kings must come down an' the Emperors frown
When the Widow at Windsor says "Stop"!
(Poor beggars! -- we're sent to say "Stop"!)
Then 'ere's to the Lodge o' the Widow,
From the Pole to the Tropics it runs --
To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an' the file,
An' open in form with the guns.
(Poor beggars! -- it's always they guns!)

We 'ave 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor,
It's safest to let 'er alone:
For 'er sentries we stand by the sea an' the land
Wherever the bugles are blown.
(Poor beggars! -- an' don't we get blown!)
Take 'old o' the Wings o' the Mornin',
An' flop round the earth till you're dead;
But you won't get away from the tune that they play
To the bloomin' old rag over'ead.
(Poor beggars! -- it's 'ot over'ead!)
Then 'ere's to the sons o' the Widow,
Wherever, 'owever they roam.
'Ere's all they desire, an' if they require
A speedy return to their 'ome.
(Poor beggars! -- they'll never see 'ome!)

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Your Fishing Pole

There is something about you, something in your soul
something that seems to surround your fishing pole….

You moved to the coast, now that’s no lie
And we had a hard time with that little goodbye
But no need for heartache, no need to console
You had your boat and your fishing pole.

You know everyday you go out to fish
it’s like a genie granting every little wish
every time that bobber goes out of control
we know you are happy with your fishing pole.

Now on birthdays it’s special out on the water
I hear if you’re there, they’ll jump for the slaughter
You’ll be piling them in like your lucks on a roll
Reeling them in with your fishing pole

So today of all days take heed and relax
Pack up a cooler with drinks and some snacks
put on your shoes and go take a stroll
Down to your boat with your fishing pole.

poem by Kathleen J. Shields
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Communication

Light beams from outer space
Drifting to your satellite
Your dish responds
Communication disinformation
So entertaining
Blood money blood money
Its wild in here
Theres a girl on the floor
Shes gonna blow this place apart
Gonna take us all
All away
Communication disinformation
So entertaining
Blood money blood money
Its wild out here
You should see the light
]from the crown of the king
The king of the night
Spinning metal blue satellite
Your dish responds
Communication disinformation
So entertaining
Blood money blood money
Its wild out here
Situations alright
Gonna keep up the lies
And our version of life
I wont leave this dirty place
Ill stay here til the end
The lights are on
So action man
Show us the truth
Communication disinformation
So entertaining
Blood money blood money
Theres a war out here
Theres a bomb on the floor
Gonna blow this place apart
Gonna take this show away

song performed by by INXS
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Carried Time Tide Currents Global Death List

radiation is raw spewing into the sea
off island of Honshū from number two
nuclear reactor at crippled Fukushima
nuclear power plant seeding sea currents
lethal death ray deadly spray radiation

radiation ripped glow fish soon no fish
dead sea hot zone death creeping raw
radiation still spewing seeping fear fish
cooked on your plate nice steaming but
what was it eating where swimming past

radiation survivors swimming is building
up in sea food chain levels concentrating
building in plankton for choice whale meat
building in snapper tuna fish for your dish
carried time tide currents global death list

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Twin tism

bonds entwined
between two poles:
a sad pole,
a mirthful pole

the sad rubs off on the
joyful, the mirthful
colours the sad pole

a scintillating interaction
springs to life. in my eyes
the poles always stay
connected - like two
dissimilar twins.

but
kid myself not. these
work on electricity
a silent gleam of thunder
visible only to the
discerning eye.

alas:
.power cut! the ravishing
bolt fell flat. And so the twin
poles found each other no
more. sad but true. This i
observed with my cherished
companions.

poem by Michael Witkowski
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Gallows Pole

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
Think I see my friends coming,
Riding a many mile.
Friends, did you get a little silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends,
To keep me from the gallows pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the gallows pole?
I couldnt get no silver, I couldnt get no gold,
You know that were too damn poor
To keep you from the gallows pole.
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming,
Riding a many mile.
Brother, did you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother,
To keep me from the gallows pole?
Brother, I brought you some silver,
I brought a little gold,
I brought a little of evry thing
To keep you from the gallows pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the gallows pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming,
Riding a many mile, mile, mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower,
Save me from the wrath of this man,
Please take him,
Save me from the wrath of this man, man.
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Pray tell me that Im free to ride,
Ride for many mile, mile, mile.
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister,
She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my face to boiling hot
To keep you from the gallows pole,
Your brother brought me silver,
Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard
And see you swinging on the gallows pole

song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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After Invictus

Out of the night that covers me.
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever Gods there be.
For my unconquerable soul

Invictus.
William Ernest Henley 1847-1903.

Out of the night that covers me.
I will emerge into the light.
This dream I follow hopefully.
I know that morning follows night.

Black as the pit from pole to pole.
Though very soon the sun will rise
up to assume his rightful role.
Majestic ruler of the skies.

I thank whatever Gods there be.
That darkness is not permanent.
That we are granted light to see.
The glory of the firmament.

For my unconquerable soul
remains steadfast by day and night.
I know that I will reach my goal.
When death grants me the power of flight.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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One Day We Went Fishing at 3am

One day we drove to the Zion power plant
To go salmon fishing at 3 am
I had accompanied you on many trips
Once you dragged out a large cat fish

On this trip the wind blew
As we strode down power plant pier
You brought the fishing pole and box
But we clearly forgot boots and rain gear

The grey water splashed against the cement pylons
As you casted and casted looking for fish
After two hours time the first glimmers of light
Broke through the grey of that early spring morning

Walking back slightly defeated
We noticed a Mexican man casting
Wading in the swirling water
He pulled out a giant spring salmon

poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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Fishing at 3am

One day we drove to the Zion power plant
To go salmon fishing at 3 am
I had accompanied you on many trips
Once you dragged out a large cat fish

On this trip the wind blew
As we strode down power plant pier
You brought the fishing pole and box
But we clearly forgot boots and rain gear

The grey water splashed against the cement pylons
As you casted and casted looking for fish
After two hours time the first glimmers of light
Broke through the grey of that early spring morning

Walking back slightly defeated
We noticed a Mexican man casting
Wading in the swirling water
He pulled out a giant spring salmon

poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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Ambition

The trouble with the greasy pole is this,
its slippage demands, you stand,
on someone elses shoulder,
for balance,
and tightly must you hold
the ankles above and maybe the shoes.
The one above too does the same.
The position is precarious,
should slippage come, and grip
slip,
and then like Icarus
you slide.

The pole is not so good,
it is a greasy pole.

poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Mystery Train

(herman parker/sam phillips)
Train arrive 16 coaches long
Train arrive 16 coaches long
Well that long black train
Took my baby back home
Train train rolling round the bend
Train train rolling round the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again
Went down to the station
To meet my baby at the gate
Ask the station master
If her train is running late
He said no if your wait
On that old 44
I hate to tell you son
But that train dont stop her anymore
Train train rolling round the bend
Train train rolling round the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again
Heard that whistle blowing
It was the middle of the night
When I got down to the station
The train was rolling out of site
Mystery train rolling round the bend
Mystery train rolling round the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A Frog

There stands upon a leaf,
A tiny frog,
With yellow skin,
And large round eyes,
In search of insects-food!

The little frog can camouflage,
And appear dead,
Or look like flowers,
To escape foes,
And predators that strike.

Like energized spring-box,
The frog can leap;
The frog can fly;
The frog won’t fall,
As they hold on
To weeds and stalks of plants.

Oh, what a queer Amphibian
Are frogs born free!
Some are big too;
Their tongues are long,
And so sticky;
They flick it out and catch their prey.

poem by John Celes
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Walking The Frog

I have a pet frog
We go frog walking every day at 6pm
He is fine until he sees another frog
He sniffs & then tries to jump
I pull him away

Last week we had a problem
My frog stopped to do his business
A passer bye said stop your frog fouling
I cleared up after him but it left a slimy mark
The other man slipped on it

My frog likes water
Especially ponds
He likes jumping on lilies
The local gardener is mad
Control your frog he shouts

Well now Im in trouble
Despite the sign
Beware of the FROG
He bit a policeman
A fine guard frog

My frog is now banned
From walks anywhere
Poor froggy is in a cell
Eating flies & drinking water
Its a frogs life

poem by Alan Draper
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