Take me back to Yathrib, where the evening stars are clear
In that green oasis, tall tales that we might hear.
Sit around a fire, they knew how to have fun
Jewish poets recited, when their day was done.
Take me back to Khaybar, green against black rock
Date palms frame the castles, goatherds tend a flock
Hard morn in the fields then high sun drove indoors
Time to weave a rug or pray that the rain pours.
Take me back to Yemen
When it was under Jewish rule
When a farmers' life was close to heaven
and the highlands green and cool.
We'd have a grand old time in Adiabene
If we could go back in time
Queen Helena, also Jewish, ate well then
Saffron, Cardamom, lemon and lime.
There once were these worlds, but no more
Others moved in, others made war
Not much you can do, except try to recall
How it lived and flourished, rose to fall..
Cornwall is almost an island,
Thanks to the river Tamar and the sea,
Its indigenous inhabitants are us Cornish and
We Cornish are a nation - and will always be.
Kernow (Cornwall) boasts its own:
Parliament and laws home grown,
Flag, anthem and crest with fifteen bezants,
Cornish Pasty and Oggy Oggy chants,
Patron Saint and noble Kings,
National bird with its black chough wings,
Unifying tagline of ‘One And All’,
Cornish wrestling and silver hurling ball,
Ethnic Minority status, Unique DNA,
Cornish language still spoken today,
Nationhood recognised worldwide,
Facts are facts and the facts can’t hide.
We embrace our British neighbours
For we are part of the UK team,
But we Cornish are a Nation
And we have always been.
Westminster chooses to ignore this fact,
Let it relent and admit its shame,
For whilst the truth beats in Cornish hearts,
A nation – we shall remain…
Great ethnic costume
Very bright and beautiful
Like a scent perfume.
Death to all the angels,
Death in the crying sky.
The eyes of hungry babies probe us.
They plead with us in abject terror.
In ghettoized Gaza,
No mother and child will sleep,
Bombed as they weep,
They are the fish in a barrel.
This is collective punishment
Of all the guilty infants.
All the guilty Palestinians will be cleansed,
They will be purged in reprisal.
The racism of the entitled
Hides behind their religious texts,
Their sanctimonious gaslighting of war.
Death to all the angels,
Death in the crying sky.
Starting from Scratch with Ol’ Scratch
by Michael R. Burch
Love, with a small, fatalistic sigh
went to the ovens. Please don’t bother to cry.
You could have saved her, but you were all tied up
complaining about the Jews to Reichmeister Grupp.
Scratch that. You were born after World War II.
You had something more important to do:
while the children of the Nakba were perishing in Gaza
with the complicity of your government, you had a noble cause (a
religious tract against homosexual marriage
and various things gods and evangelists disparage.)
Jesus will grok you? Ah, yes, I’m quite sure
that your intentions were good and ineluctably pure.
After all, what the hell does he care about Palestinians?
Certainly, Christians were right about serfs, slaves and Indians.
Scratch that. You’re one of the Devil’s minions.
A-n attempt to classify people,
N-ot according to nationality;
A-ll about the ancestry instead, where there is commonality.
E-arly morn February fifth,
L-anguage is similar within;
I-nherited status based on society
C-omes from ethnic
O-rigin.
ant ethnic heaven
sauerkraut and kielbasa
dancing the polka
Sean Green - a Met who wrote a book on Zen
Ike Davis - traded (damn it) to Pittsburgh
As an aging Met fan and a somewhat observant Jew
I take pride in
their accomplishments
Played a little while in the LL
A catcher!
I have also attended Mets games
at the old Shea Stadium
Where we held up signs saying
"Joan Payson is a prostitute"
I now see how the troubled days of my youth started
But even on the worst days I still had my copy of
Frank Waldman's "Bonus Pitcher"
and was able to hear the announcer say
"Put it in the books"!
Multi Ethnic Monarch
Get it together they all say
On labours path they have come to stay
Down the social they all prey,
Social security we drew today.
Awkward stress across streets
Voice aloud a shuffle a push,
Enter violence on this day
The day our nationals were blown away.
Holding onto life’s grip, forever free
Ethnic people we will be, the British ethnic minority
Queuing depth behind banners trod,
Unbeliever the action faced
England’s police in disgrace.
Ever present the cloud of doubt
No voice now there is no shout.
We are all humans
Irrespective of race
And religion
It doesn’t matter what my faith is.
It doesn’t matter what my caste is.
It doesn’t matter what my complexion is.
It doesn’t matter where I live.
Above all I am a human
That should be taken into account.
The wise saying:
United we stand
Divided we fall
Is ignored
By so many people!
O the angry mob
Please don’t go for ethnic cleansing
Please don’t shed blood of another human
In the name of religion or whatever else.
Irrespective of your faith
Why don’t you think
We are all brothers and sisters
To maintain peace?
Please think with your brain
And feel with your heart
It is the only remedy
To cure your mind’s disease.
****appalled wicked intoxication!
Tonight we are having a big evening
Brunch for the lot of them!
They are expecting to expect
The unexpected.....muuuuy!
What shall we serve.....
And how do we split the bounty...
------
The curator exclaims, we are having Grey-PUPON
And Corn Bread.....
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A happy customer ask! Where is the Hot Sauce...
GF
Question: Whom do you serve first? The customer or the Gardner!
Warning: This is a rehtorical question... OUCH!
Comment: Bladen Nonsense..you figure it out!
The
native
Americans
disappear from
view.
Ekphrasis lanterne after
Crow Camp at Wyola by Joseph Henry Sharp
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