Joplin was to Southern Comfort
what Hendrix was to smack
Morrison was to masquerade
what Dylan never lacked
Woodstock was to boomers lost
what music is to rhyme
Saigon was to those who stayed
what Auschwitz now reminds
Kennedy was to hopes and dreams
what nightmares are to some
Castro was to leftist thugs
what cymbals are to drums
Kissinger was to Nixon
an Appian Way to roam
Dr. King to civil rights
what kings are to their thrones
Walter Cronkite was to news
what context is to fact
Altar boys to feral Priests
what pretzels are to snacks
58,000 were to die
a wall would then proclaim
58,000 were to all
— what conscience is to shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Some receivers, see some in claim
To know Peace Nobel’s dubious fame.
Grateful seems Gandhi’s soul
To miss this dodgy dole,
To fate, to spare his pristine name.
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Happenings | 12.10. 2025 | fame, peace, prize, political
Note: To say, Peace Nobel has lost its reputation is to say the obvious. But off late it has become a laughingstock. Look at the machinations around it-- Trump getting the cake. He has done to it more damage than Kissinger, Obama, and others before him. But if he (the stopper of seven wars!!) gets the prize, it would I think be the last straw on Nobel’s camel. I think the guy should get the Ig Nobel Prize.
Political satire turned obsolete
When Kissinger’s name on Nobel was lit. -- Tom Lehrer
Can someone guess
What if Trump’s name too adds to it?
Nations, like tides, rise and fall with the numbers,
A swelling crowd is a promise and a peril.
In youth, the many are labor and armies;
In age, they are a weight upon the state.
Leaders count heads, not lives,
Calculating strength in the aggregate.
A vast populace fuels markets,
Fills the factories, swells the tax rolls.
Policy bows to the short-term reward,
Blind to the slow erosion beneath.
Food, water, shelter—finite and frail—
Are treated as inexhaustible myths.
Yet the wheel turns,
And the balance sheet of nature
Will one day collect its debt.
By then, the architects may be gone,
But their legacy will stand—
An empire too heavy to sustain.
I met a little Sophia recently in a Masjid.
By the by I met the grandmother, traveling from "Normal."
I had to travel on a cold day for a hot topic, she was hinting...
And I learned the word, "love child" and beyond!
Once not lovable, it can reach up to stage four.
for pancreas, lungs. kidney and many other organs
if they are not specially "misfit" in this fitting world!
"My son, he read and decided about the religion, deeply."
She said, or I think she said so,
And I also think I knew the other Sophia, too!
Every march 25th, she is a true reminder for me!
She was a minor, but her father was a felon!
Exactly as the same way of Zapruder!
Anthony Mascarenhas and Henry Kissinger, these are strangers too!
They never knew housekeeping before their occupation do!
But one was a U-HAUL, OTHER was a chore.
Which one to which chestnut
must be a president's choir!
sir james saville HRH andrew battenburg/windsor sir
Larry parnes sir cliff richard lord boothby ronnie kray reggie kray jeffery epstein gisellaine maxwell anthony
kidman kevin spacy peter sutcliffe sir bob hawke
louie mountbatten richard nixon billy graham henry kissinger queen elizabeth 2
All different people at top levels who didn't really know
each other.? Or mix in the same circles, or were on the
Same upward pay grade so intruiging and thought provoking.?
Obviously the battenburg/windsors and louie mountbatten
Also the krays knew lord boothby and maybe others?
Would they have similar leisure intrests i know a lot of
Well heeled people do wimbledon.' So would that be meeting
Also functions, like state funerals, world cups would such
People go.?
Yesterday, May 27, Sir Henry Kissinger turned one-hundred
It's now been forty-six years since he held public office
His astute, 'realpolitik' analysis is as bold as ever
He opened up China (1971) ~ yet the man is cautious!
Love said I
the things a floridness sake
he warned me about what's at steak
and his eyes have all the pearling
I am shorn of my remake
much I marvel this slack
A flame you warmed me about
the minute humilities games
it was tame, same, aflame
You warned me about the shame
it was same, tame, lame
the ashamed
of fronted adoring of those kisses
that are ignoring the kissinger
came imploring love we have shall be adhering
2/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Some holidaying Kissinger
And once intact passenger
Pays the miserable penalty
Of a crushed casualty,
The vehicle's life - snatching somersault
Not but any stretch his fault
The crucified, mangled car
One which had licked a distant real far.
The event after Kissinger's justified fears
of driver's flirtatious romances with the gear
And the satanic speed
It does feed.
Now, it's a shattered windscreen
Through which nothing ever would be seen
The journey choosing a new direction to hospital
With impatient mortuary:
The quickest employment of the digital
Affirming life's being a sanctuary.
Not at all free, our Road Accidents
For we had the fares paid before the incident
Man it keeps worrying
About the safety of Traffic Rules;
I myself, stop hurrying
The very minute drive start acting ' fool '.
Joplin was to Southern Comfort,
what Hendrix was to smack
Morrison was to masquerade,
what Dylan never lacks
Woodstock was to 69,’
what music was to rhyme
Saigon was to those who stayed,
what Auschwitz now reminds
Kennedy was to hopes and dreams,
what nightmares were to some
Castro was to leftist thugs,
what cymbals are to drums
Kissinger was to Nixon
an Appian Way to roam
Dr. King to civil rights,
what kings are to their thrones
Walter Cronkite was to news,
what context was to fact
Altar boys were to their Priests,
what pretzels are to snacks
58,000 were to die,
what a wall was to proclaim
58,000 were to all
—what conscience is to shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
torn middle eastern attire
an orphaned heart on fire
houses turn to rubble
gotta bomb them on them on the double
who wiped the mossad prints off nine eleven
every body knows angels cries from seven to eleven
our hell is the wrong side of your heaven
the lizard queen had uncle sam driven
the lord red child demanded israhell should be given
from cocain bush to moron bush
come tim osman give me a treacherous smoosh
silverstein where have you been
there's a torn Iraqi spleen
afghanistan fell for c sea spin span
red zio jew out only to have the blue
kissinger brezinsky and their plastic jihad
time to put in chinese glutin in putin the man
now syria libya and egypt here comes pain
gotta love the freedom rain
clinton whispered to somalia I'll bomb hope
obama said yes we can pounded syria like a mad man
putin cried remembered chechnya missed the fun i want in
the orange trump fixed his hair hump yes let's bomb again
Israel took a selfie with saudia humanity couldn't erase the blood stain
oh middle eastern child
empty bag for a pillow
their magic is mellow
Tamer Hossam
Cambodia, the Khmer Rouge movement, the leader Pol Pot,
Killed twenty-five percent of the population, a fact most people forgot.
To spare you is no profit, to destroy you is no loss,
That was the ideology of the evil boss.
Buddhist monks were killed and religion was banned,
No one was safe with this beast in command.
Children placed in labour camps, civil rights were abolished,
Schools and hospitals shut down, homes were demolished.
People getting shot for wearing glasses, laughing and even crying,
And if you spoke a foreign language you were definitely dying.
Slave labourers dying from overwork, malnutrition and executions,
While the U.K. gave the Khmer Rouge plenty of contributions.
Minority groups were targeted, Thai, Muslims, Christians and Vietnamese,
But they explicitly targeted the ethnic Chinese.
Millions of pounds from the U.K., millions of dollars from the states,
All working together in terror, they were the best of mates.
What Nixon and Kissinger began, Pol Pot completed,
And none of them ever showed remorse for all the people they mistreated.
Henry is revered as a great man, a teacher, like he was our saviour,
But what about his immoral philosophy and evil behaviour?
The Kent State shootings, an act of insanity,
Operation menu, a crime against humanity.
A brutal bombing campaign against an innocent civilian population,
Not a single person ever brought to justice from the Nixon administration.
A monster philosopher of wealth and subversion, a master hypocrite,
But so many describe him as a man of great charm and wit.
I find these comments perplexing, the man violated human rights worldwide,
Was involved in Pinochet’s bloody coup in Chile and Indonesia’s genocide.
Christopher Hitchens told the truth about this monster, he even wrote a book,
The trails of Henry Kissinger, an interesting analysis of the crook.
His crimes were ruthless and cold, an obvious amoral megalomaniac,
A two-faced, callous beast who just loved to attack.
Joplin was to Southern Comfort,
what Hendrix was to smack
Morrison was to masquerade,
what Dylan never lacks
Woodstock was to 69,’
what music was to time
Saigon was to those who stayed,
what Auschwitz now reminds
Kennedy was to hopes and dreams,
what nightmares were to some
Castro was to leftist thugs,
what cymbals are to drums
Kissinger was to Nixon
what Canada was to home
Dr. King to civil rights,
what kings are to their thrones
Walter Cronkite was to news,
what intention was to fact
Altar boys were to Priests,
what pretzels are to snacks
58,000 were to die,
what a wall was to proclaim
58,000 were to all,
what conscience is to shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
The man who sold his soul
I can’t let go of Christopher Higgins yet, not that I knew him,
but I have read a couple of his books – not impressed- he is
not an author. A very erudite man with a photographic mind
He could remember everything he had read at University,
and that is impressive and on occasion he used his scholarship
prowess to dazzle an opponent to stammering silence.
But I have been watching man you tube programs of his act
or performance and it struck me one day he has no depths
and he is also an intellectual opportunist who realized which
side of the slice of bread the butter was on.
He was a man who defected from his own youthful promises
Who sang like a joker and received accolade, because he only
0Raged against the has been – like Kissinger- no one likes him
A mild criticism of the foreskin cutting Jewish practice, but he
reserved his venom to the Arab world which it became clear
he had only bookish knowledge. He had a good life in America
and seduced by its naivety he continued unsteady journey
Doomed
After the bombing dead children everywhere
like a doll factory had exploded, strewn limbs
warm spaghetti on the parade of inhumanity.
From Joan Rivers to Kissinger a chorus as old as
humanity sought heaven “We don´t care you
brought it on yourself by defying us.”
Down a sand dune a decapitated head rolled
the bloodied head of innocence and a chorus of
young men in black with scarf hiding their faces;
“It is your fault you brought it on yourself, and we
do not care and we will never die.”
White cumulous clouds on a blue sky see it all and
will when asked do humanity deserve to exist?
Shivering we wait for the answer we know will be
what we deserve to hear.
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