Sweet Words Freshly Banked
who wrote
a few poems out
over politic
years?
had a few hundred
lost
so replaced what?
written
is what?
meaning
is what?
it is
a language
few
know
or care
about
but I can pulse play
it like a fiddle
or a maestro violin
if I write
political
I can hit
raw nerves
so have been
quiet lately
anyone
for rag time
banker tune?
guaranteed
government
misdeed bail out?
bankers get bonus
politicians a back hander
plot bury dirt poor
how about
speculation
middle east
oil?
betting on futures
old buddy Gaddafi
your out bad boy
Libyan oil is in
renegotiated deal
new rebel alliance
for empire
Libyan Chinese
oil contract
guillotined
new management
no fly zone
poem by Terence George Craddock
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China's Lost Libyan Oil Contract
after Gaddafi partially
atoned for Lockerbie
new generation world
leaders sought
Gaddafi's help
in War on Terror
to secure energy security
after all this son
of an illiterate
Bedouin herder
had already hatched plans
to topple Libyan monarchy
when still at study in college
after military
training in
Greece Britain
our boy Gaddafi
led a successful revolution
at the age of 27
like Mao
Gaddafi outlined
his political
views in
a brief blunt
Green Book
yes like our
dictator Idi Amin
of Uganda
he was ours
for a time
until escaping
Gaddafi was
a good man
donated money
for humanitarian
causes across Africa
allowed Africans
to work in Libya
built mosques
in African countries
supported African
rebels in South Africa
Zimbabwe against
Apartheid but!
Gaddafi also supported
scores of rebel
movements in places
like Chad, Liberia,
Sudan, Sierra Leone
Gaddafi sent
high school pupils
to the frontline
in Chad's
Civil War
telling them
they were
going on
a field trip
Palestinian militants
Ugandan dictator Idi Amin
Irish Republican Army (IRA)
all had training camps
in Libya but the Irish left
due to tight alcohol laws
unseemly connections
earned Gaddafi the title
world's premier state
sponsor of terrorism!
implicated in terrorist
attacks Munich Massacre
in 1972 shooting of protesters
from inside Libyan Embassy
in London in 1983 the Berlin
discotheque bombing 1986
Gaddafi mad dog of Middle East
authorized bombing of Tripoli
killing his own adopted daughter
Lockerbie Bombings of 1988
to name dropp but a famous few
Gaddafi his vision a second USA
Gaddafi's United States of Africa
modeled after the European Union
Gaddafi himself to be "King of Kings"
emerged as key mediator in negotiations
for Western hostages kidnapped in Mali
and Niger Gaddafi at 2009 G-8 summit
a bogeyman ally in War on Terror
Colonel Gaddafi a bizarre twisted history
"betting on futures
old buddy Gaddafi
your out bad boy
Libyan oil is in
renegotiated deal
new rebel alliance
for empire
Libyan Chinese
oil contract
guillotined
new management
no fly zone"
but don't foolishly count
Gaddafi out on rung bell
vampires are hard to stake
Libya is engaged in tribal war
a martyr Gaddafi will haunt
grave terrorism his ace card
beware mad dogs on last legs
beware four decades survivor
beware revenge of mad dictator
Four stanzas quoted are from ‘Sweet Words Freshly Banked' by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A New Kind Of Oil Monopoly
“how about
speculation
middle east
oil? ”
plan of attack
smash and grab
middle east oil
can’t be done?
it would need
a united nations
world backed
justified pretext
political slight
of military hand
impossible?
US ground radar installations
spy satellites in space lasers
SAMS surface to air missiles
scrambled US fighter aircraft
lock intercept deployed radar
would shoot down hijacked
slow moving civilian aircraft
who would stupidly believe?
hijacked could fly lost five hours?
because a transponder is turned off?
when NORAD after all
can successfully intercept
hostile intercontinental
nuclear ballistic missiles
tiny targets in comparison
flying at reentry fear speeds
starting at altitude 100 km
2 minutes to impact
at a speed of up to 4 km/s
not 1 km/s an early ICBM?
NORAD also safely
knocking out intermediate
missiles plus enemy
bomber or submarine launched?
threats missiles attacks upon
Continental United States
State of art defense systems
NORAD safely knocks out
incoming released independent
nuclear warheads despite
penetration aids such as
metallic-coated balloons
aluminum chaff full-scale
deployed warhead decoys?
warhead components
contained within
an aluminium honeycomb
sheathed in pyrolytic
graphite-epoxy resin composite
heat-shield layer on top
constructed of 3-Dimensional
Quartz Phenolic! Missile jams
using electronic noisemakers!
But NORAD ordered
stand down is effective
for ploy hijack 9/11?
September 11 attacks
were carried out by 19
al-Qaeda hijackers?
“betting on futures
old buddy Gaddafi
your out bad boy
Libyan oil is in
renegotiated deal
new rebel alliance
for empire
Libyan Chinese
oil contract
guillotined
new management
no fly zone”
9/11 justified
invasion Afghanistan?
really Taliban
zero hijackers
zero links
to al-Qaeda?
at the time
hijackers were Arab?
not Afghani?
President George W. Bush
failed nation America
ordered total no shot down
(Quotation from ‘Sweet Words Freshly Banked’ by Terence George Craddock.)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dum Dum Diddle
I can hear how you work, practising hard
Playing night and day, woah-oh
And it sounds better now
Yes, you improve every time you play, woah-oh
But its bad
Youre so sad
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle
But I think you dont know that I exist
Im the quiet kind, woah-oh
From the day when I first listened to you
Youve been on my mind, woah-oh
You dont care
Its not fair
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle
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If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit on the Midget's Lap
"Beep-beep.
BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOAN
You'll find a banker at Bankers Trust"
Advertisement in N.Y. Times
When comes my second childhood,
As to all men it must,
I want to be a banker
Like the banker at Bankers Trust.
I wouldn't ask to be president
Or even assistant veep,
I'd only ask for a kiddie car
And permission to go beep-beep.
The banker at Chase Manhattan,
He bids a polite Good-day;
The banker at Immigrant Savings
Cries Scusi! and Olé!
But I'd be a sleek Ferrari
Or perhaps a joggly jeep,
And scooting around at Bankers Trust,
Beep-beep, I'd go, beep-beep.
The trolley car used to say clang-clang
And the choo-choo said toot-toot,
But the beep of the banker at Bankers Trust
Is every bit as cute.
Miaow, says the cuddly kitten,
Baa, says the woolly sheep,
Oink, says the piggy-wiggy,
And the banker says beep-beep.
So I want to play at Bankers Trust
Like a hippety-hoppety bunny,
And best of all, oh best of all,
With really truly money.
Now grown-ups dear, it's nightie-night
Until my dream comes true,
And I bid you a happy boop-a-doop
And a big beep-beep adieu.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Political Fiddle Fought Wars
it is
a language
a few
despicable
rogues
power strut
crazed
pulse play
crime fiddle
human net strung violins
to party patriot cat calls
plan serenade deceives
herd prod
stimulus
fed media
manipulated
naive masses
support terror
wars
fought
in name
OF WAR
ON
TERROR
news flash
WAR
is the terror
political
speech
can hit
raw nerves
soft bodies
innocent
babies
children
civilians
in next
to be
sly time
invaded
oil sand
occupation
anyone
for another
rag time
greased
palm paid
invasion tune?
See also ‘Sweet Words Freshly Banked'
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Wrote A Poem I Could Not Write
I wrote a poem I could not write-
And then when I tried to write it again
Could not write it again -
Poems written and not written
Words and more words
What do they mean?
Paradoxes and games with words
What do they mean?
If there is Beauty in the language
It is one thing
But words just to hear themselves think,
Why should they mean ‘Remembrance'?
Oh Words oh Questions oh Darkness oh Life-
Let me write myself to the grave
Believing at least
That poems too even when they can be written
Have their small unhidden meanings.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Violin
Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over,
Over the quavers, drunk in the bars,
Out of the realm of the orchestra,
Out of the realm of the orchestra.
Filling me up with the shivers.
Filling me up with the shivers and quivers.
Filling me up with the shivers.
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Paganini up on the chimney,
Lord of the dance,
With nero and old nicky.
Whack that devil
Into my fiddlestick!
Give me the banshees for b.v.s,*
Give me the banshees for b.v.s.
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee.
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
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In The Manner Of Borges I Write Poems In My Old Age
IN THE MANNER OF BORGES I WRITE POEMS IN MY OLD AGE
In the manner of Borges I write poems in my old age
And dream that they are not only imitations
Of poems written by others
When we all were young.
Instead I go on now in the darkness of the night
Because the fear of what will be
Is always so deep in me
It does not need Poetry or Happiness or any other Meaning
Outside itself.
We are small sands drifting on the edge of stars
Lesser beings of a time we will never know
All that we have done comes back to us over and over again
As if we never were
I don’t believe I will ever write Borges lines
He wrote them in his own imagined words
And I must in my own little life
Suffer to the end of time
All I have not been
And never will be.
God Who is Good
God of Love
You gave me so much
You did not have to give me Poetry also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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G Twenty Governments Selected Victims
G Twenty governments
no job recovery policy
bail out bank debt cause
bail corruption banker case
British banker public misery
equals grand 20% British
youth discard unemployment
in Spain public sector workers
sit on privileges
minimum wage
fails to favour enjoy
G Twenty governments
deny poor workers fair wage
bankers stole GDP cake
leaving workers no crumbs
workers no rights to equality
no jobs future esteem utopia
no green policy
15% gain employment
2% of GNP equals
15% employment gain
2% less than bankers got
tax payers pay out banks
tax payers pay out privilege bank jobs
teachers nurses care givers sliced up
British pay cuts tightened target belts
GDP (abbreviation of) gross domestic product
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Perhaps My Poems Have Already Been Written
PERHAPS MY POEMS HAVE ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN
Perhaps my poems have already been written
Perhaps it is all now senseless repetition
Perhaps I should just stop
And go on if I can to some other form of writing
God gives us what we have
We strive to go beyond ourselves
We can to a certain point
But then we have done what we have done
We can live a million years more
And write a million more poems
But what we have to write
Is done
Perhaps my poems have already been written
And small and poor and awkward as they are
Less than the truest poetry
They are what I have and am
Good-bye myself
I cannot go home.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All I Can Do Now Is Write Another Poem
All I can do now is write another poem-
The poems are small,
And do not require the long hours and long years
Of the books-
Like the world as a whole
I seem to have a shorter attention span
And less patience-
A poem can be written and given a name
In minutes not years-
Though some would say a great poem
Takes the travail of years of waiting
And years of work-
But I did not say
‘All I can do now is write another great poem'
Perhaps I have in all the years of the nights never written one-
I can write the poems I write
My kinds of poems
In a fairly short time-
All I can do now
Is write another of my kind of poems-
Whether they be worth anything,
Or not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Will Have Written Only One
I WILL HAVE WRITTEN ONLY ONE
I wrote another poem today
The poem that I wrote yesterday
Tomorrow I will write a poem
Whose meaning will not be unknown.
Again and again I continue to write
The single poem of my only life
When all my poems and writing are done
I will have written only one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Odyssey Dawn Oil Lamp
rhetoric announces wise western alliance leaders
offered Gaddafi an oil empire olive branch peace
how do these esteemed leaders leading a United Nations
not know their attacks give satisfy glorify ego Gaddafi
an entire world the entire might of collective United Nations
can invade Libya but cannot defeat propaganda dictator Gaddafi
operation “Odyssey Dawn” is an ill chosen crafty hero’s name
does it indicate a planned ten year plus occupation like Iraq
history repeating western attack formula send into no fly zone aircraft
finally after restoring oil pumping infrastructure a golden egg awaits
Libya Arab oil Libya Arab oil for a decade administer prize war spoils
poem by Terence George Craddock (20 March 2011)
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Modern Banking Crisis Resolution
liquidate cash flow problems
corporate banking greed misdeed bail outs
government tax payer money grease banker errors
sector left suffering nations’ poorest citizens
third world not developing starvation death price pays
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Betting On Oil Futures
politics is like that
22 April 2011 Friday
Syrian security forces
opened fire on civilians
President Bashar al-Assad
issued more kill orders
another 72 Syrians shot
in at least 20 towns cities
Assad political protest unrest
now five long bloody weeks old
bloodiest repression poorest
suppressed suburbs Damascus?
plainclothes police security forces
fired directly live ammunition teargas
on peaceful demonstrator thousands
carrying freedom hope olive branches
in Douma and Zamalka calling for
fall of Ba'ath Party and freedom
but some foolishly ripped down posters
of President al-Assad toppled statutes
of his father former president
Hafez al-Assad who leveled
city of Hama 30 years ago
ruthless crushing Islamist revolt
like father like son rule by gun
Syrian government sly blamed
demonstrations on foreign instigation
foreign networks Al Jazeera the BBC
on CIA catch phrase Islamist agitation
organizers of Friday's demonstrations
referred to protests as Great Friday
calling attention to a Christian celebration
Good Friday stressing unity between
Syria's religious ethnic populations
"one hand, one people, one heart, one goal"
an attempt to counter al-Assad warnings
unrest threatens to unleash sectarian
bloodbaths as seen in Iraq in wake of
US invasion's toppling Saddam Hussein
but social economic conditions confronting
masses of Syrian workers the poor fuel
further brave demonstrations a UN report
on poverty issued last September found
one out of every three Syrians lives below
poverty line two to three million are living
in extreme poverty youth unemployment
tops 30 percent market reforms increased
social inequality creating fortunes for an elite
close to gory al-Assad regime fast eroding
real wages of Syrian workers corruption
repression monopolization of political power
characterizing Ba'athist regime intolerable
drought poor infrastructure economic
deprivation hunger bellies urge new protests
US government Western European powers
issue slap stick statements deploring violence
but won't oust al-Assad or intervene
as in bad boy Gaddafi Libya consensus
view within Western elite ruling circles
an overthrow of Ba'athist government
could destabilize middle east entire region
whatever conflicts erupt al-Assad regime
is preferable to maintain a nice status quo
6 July 2011 Syrian protest killings rock on
governments continue clean blind eye policy?
An illegal Libyan no fly zone war continues
shoot down buildings pump out cheap sold oil
while Libyan infrastructure like Iraq is blown?
Source Article ‘Dozens killed in Syrian protests' by Bill Van Auken.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Poem Of Shabbat Morning Is Gone
THE POEM OF SHABBAT MORNING IS GONE
The poem of Shabbat morning is gone-
Forgotten forever
As if it never was.
It came to me
And I could not write it down
And now it is gone.
The world is filled with poems which are lost
And never written down
Great works and great mysteries
Never to really be.
In all those billions of unrecorded lives
That went before us on this earth
There were many many poems lost.
I write this down now
as compensation-
How many poorer poems
have replaced
the true poems
that were once
and never are to be?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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another War?
Another War?
The young prime minister is declaring war he looks righteous and
proud, his historical moment....We fight for the Libyan people,
but something disturbs me, the braying for one man’s blood.
The excitement of going to war, this lust for action sits deep in our
mind, jingoism brings its own political reward.
A just war? The man Kaddafi is an odious bully and oil supply must
be secured. But is it not also a selective war? People are being killed
in Yemen, an oil poor country; why not declaring war against their
repellent autocrat?
For now the Israeli are busy building settlements on occupied land,
they know a democratic Middle East will shift the balance of power,
a united Arab world will demand it. So let the war commence, but
I regret our leaders look of, almost, sexual excitement when issuing
orders kill the enemy.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Dear Michael
She wrote dear michael
Youll probably never get this letter
Michael, I wrote you a hundred times before
Knowing how I feel
Ill write a hundred more
Dear michael, every time your records on
(michael michael)
Michael, I close my eyes and sing along
Dreaming youre singing to me.
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
And then she wrote:
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
Michael, I love you
I held the tears back long as I can
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
Im sealing my feelings in this envelope
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
cause I wanna be more than just your number one fan
Im gonna answer your letter
(michael michael)
Ill start beginning with the abcs of loving you
(I love ya)
(she wrote)
(michael michael)
(I love ya)
Your letter really touched my heart
(she wrote)
Ive been dreaming of meeting the picture
That you send along, signed with all your love
(michael michael)
(I wrote ya)
(she wrote)
Im gonna write you back, ouuh, I promess you that
(wont you write me back? , please write me back)
Girl, I think I love you
(michael michael)
Hurry, hurry mister postman, take my letter, tell her I love her
(she wrote)
(wont you write me back, please write me back)
(michael michael)
(she wrote)
Hurry, hurry mister postman, take my letter tell her I love her
(wont you write me back, please write me back)
(michael michael)
Yeah,
(I wrote you)
(she wrote)
Im gonna write you back
I promess you that...
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I Wrote My Last Romantic Love Poem A Long Time Ago
I wrote my last romantic love poem a long time ago-
Now I write quieter poems
Poems of the pleasure of the old-
A walk in the morning
A sudden turn of sunlight on a cold cold day
A small kindness I may do
Or someone may do for me
Poems of love for my family
And of sadness at the sickness of my friends
Quiet poems
That do not know the wildness of passion
The bitterness of love disappointed
The up and down motions
Of when she does and when she doesn’t
And all her yeses and nos-
I write quiet poems
And I live happily in them
And I sometimes think with sadness
Of the great passion there was once-
But I am old now
And happy and quiet in small things
Grandchildren, among the best of them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dig Your Grave
We were shootin' at a mound of dirt.
Well nothing was broken, nothing was hurt.
But I probably really should have been at work.
But if my freetime's gone, would you promise me this?
That you will please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!
Well sure as planets come, I know that they end.
And if I'm here when that happens, will you promise me this my friend?
Please bury me with it!
I just don't need none of that Mad Max bullshit.
Well the suit got tight and it split at the seams.
But I kept it out of habit and I kept it really clean.
But if it's getting' faded, if it's runnin' outta thread,
Could you just do this for me my friend?
And please just please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!
Well we moved to the left and moved to the right.
And sure as hell we stayed out almost every single night.
But if the party's over, if the fun has to end,
could you do this for me my friend?
Would you just please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!
Good news for people who love bad news.
We've lost the plot and we just can't choose.
We are hummingbirds who are just not willing to move.
And there's good news for people who love bad news.
We are hummingbirds who've lost the plot and we will not move.
We have good news for anyone who loves bad news.
We were aiming for the moon. We were shooting at the stars.
But the kids were just shooting at the busses and the cars.
So don't drink the water, don't you breathe the air.
If it's gotten to that point then I have to declare:
That you please bury me with it!
Please bury me with it!
Well fads they come and fads they go.
And God I love that rock and roll!
Well the point was fast but it was too blunt to miss.
Life handed us a paycheck, we said, "We worked harder than this!"
Please bury me with it!
Please bury me with it!
We are hummingbirds who are just not going to move.
And there's good news for people who love bad news.
We are hummingbirds who've lost the plot and we well not move.
We have great news for anyone who loves bad news.
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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