Day: May 18, 2017

The black cat’s run, the birds unfold all day

The sky is stark, the air is cool and still
The black cat’s run, the birds unfold all day
I sit down here and with my totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will.
We’ve each enraged the bureaucratic mill.
Oh frigid purse, I never meant to pay!
The sky ‘s a-spark, the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine , demoted, knelled their way
With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I cite the cheque and date it for next May.
Oh, tit for cat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray.
Yer life is settled by a harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is cooler still,

Confusion melds the disparate into one

Confusion melds the disparate into  one
We forget distinctions and combine unlike.
Paranoia  circles   like a  shrieking bomb

We’re acting in a film and come undone
The villain and the victim pass our sight
Confusion melds the disparate into  one

The victory of deep  secrets comes undone
At most, we hope to see  the ghost alight
Paranoia  panics   thus; oh,  shrieking bomb

The light of ages is not made for fun
Some are merely nibbled, some take bites
Confusion melds the disparate into  one

At last, there is the silence of the tomb
After death, we  choose the sacred rites
Paranoia   circles  in the  shrinking room

What can happen, what is given rights
What we see and what is our of sight
Confusion melds the disparate into  one
Paranoia  sparkles  like a speaking bomb

Bedouin

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Bedouin

“Most Bedouins are animal herders who migrate into the desert during the rainy winter season and move back toward the cultivated land in the dry summer months. Bedouin tribes have traditionally been classified according to the animal species that are the basis of their livelihood. Camel nomads occupy huge territories and are organized into large tribes in the Sahara, Syrian, and Arabian deserts. Sheep and goat nomads have smaller ranges, staying mainly near the cultivated regions of Jordan, Syria, and Iraq. Cattle nomads are found chiefly in South Arabia and in Sudan, where they are called Baqqārah (Baggara). Historically many Bedouin groups also raided trade caravans and villages at the margins of settled areas or extracted payments from settled areas in return for protection.”

The Bedouins, refugees from other times
The places were they live are still the same
But other people founded States and took
The deserts where they roamed , ancestral nooks.

Ther little tents of black on the hillsides
Have not changed from Mediaeval times
But now they are like flies, unwanted guests
Who will know the tremor in their breasts?

Cruel is the heart of humankind,
The Commandments spat on daily by men blind.
The Bedouins of our spirit need to be
Allowed their space, allowed  their deserts free

Post-truth, post-God, post meaning, post remorse?

o Who should speak, which people have a voice?
Can we trust the ones who’ve told such lies
Post-truth, post-God, post meaning, post remorse?

If we’re wounded, who shall give recourse?
Does it matter to them what we’re tortured by?
Who should speak, which people own their voice?

If we hear bad news, what is its source?
See the bodies , hear the babies cry,
Post-truth, post-God, post meaning, post remorse?

Can we spread democracy by force?
Is it still democracy post-war?
Who should speak, which people own their voice?

Which of all the methods is the choice?
What is politics the reason for,
Post-truth, post-God, post meaning, post remorse?

If I speak, will you believe I lie?
The tongues of angels whisper,what of Troy
Who should speak, which people have a voice?
Post-truth, post-God, post meaning, post remorse