Gloria Dubbins - not much of a name,
but trust me on my judgment, gentle reader;
in terms of Beauty, she was Hall of Fame.
We’re talking – let’s see – nineteen seventy-two,
but I’m the keeper of the Gloria Flame,
and still to me she’s better, and more true,
than all your Taylor Swifts or Amber Heards.
She did the things that gorgeous women do -
in essence, nothing. Gloria had no words.
Intelligence? Commitment? Are you kidding?
For babes, that stuff is strictly for the birds.
She sat immobile and observed the bidding.
I’ll tell you this, but won’t apportion blame.
You, too, would be as motionless as cedar
if you’d been dealt her hand, to play The Game.
She’s not the kind you wound up talking to.
Her presence smote you with a sort of shame:
she struck you dumb: the words would not come through.
And Gloria didn’t gravitate to herds.
Perforce, she rowed her own sublime canoe.
Her beauty left her friendless, like the Kurds.
What was her view of Comus? Little Gidding?
I don’t have – no, I never had – a clue.
Enigma fits her. Easily two-thirds
of all the girls acknowledged her as leader,
but oddly she was Nothing Like A Dame.
Categories:
kurds, nostalgia,
Form: Terza Rima
Donald Trump is a flimflam man
You look where he points so he can
Give Russia an edge
The Ukraine the hedge
Whilst Kurds get the Turkey trepan!
Categories:
kurds, political,
Form: Limerick
The wildly obnoxious things he has done,
Things Tweeted from the toilet each day,
The bigoted, racist lies of a clown,
Put on full public display,
Show that he’s got no idea what he barks,
No idea of his countries real need,
Funnelling money to his own bank account,
Because all he knows is his greed,
And he’s sold the US out, the US is a con,
“Ally” is not a friend, it’s a phrase,
When he jumped to obey the Turkey extremes,
And left all the Kurds to be razed,
While Russia and China lead him to destroy,
The democracy the US once was,
The rest of the world is watching in shock,
As the States become their obedient dog.
Categories:
kurds, political,
Form: Quatrain
While Congress plays the impeachment fiddle
~ Ukraine and the Kurds get hey-diddle-diddled
Categories:
kurds, america, history, music, political,
Form: Epigram
Trump Towers in Old Istanbul
Influenced our President's pull
Brown skins do not matter
So let the Kurds scatter
And enjoy the Turkey Shoot Cull
Categories:
kurds, political,
Form: Limerick
I’m sure I’m quite right,
I cannot be wrong,
I was always so bright.
My memory’s strong.
I well racked my brain,
Considered all facts
And with consummate strain
Followed the tracks.
The Kurds were not there
Nowhere in sight,
This I declare
Knowing I’m right.
That day on the beaches,
With fighting so strong,
As history teaches,
No Kurds came along.
Now they seek succor,
Too late by a mile,
When so far in the gutter
They needn’t me dial.
They claim we should help them,
Protect them from foes,
It’s me they condemn
For their long list of woes.
Get with the program,
Move it along
Hurry and scram
From the conquering throng.
Don’t try and convince me
I’ve made the wrong choice,
I’m sure you’ll agree
You haven’t a voice.
Categories:
kurds, angst, humor, parody, political,
Form: Quatrain
In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
The former I’m told
Are people to trust,
But I just like the bold
That don’t self-combust.
Give me a winner,
A strong man each time,
I’d rather a sinner
Who’ll follow my line.
Call me ‘cold-hearted’
But what do I care,
The process now started
Depicts my great flair.
Like a conductor
I set forth the tone,
The finest instructor
The world’s ever known.
Let’s finish this bleating
And follow my lead,
So the Kurds get a beating,
A serious nosebleed;
They’re nothing to me,
Just a festering sore,
I hereby decree
This subject’s a bore.
Categories:
kurds, allegory, death, humor, parody,
Form: Quatrain
Restore The Princely States
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Free the Balochs and Kurds!
Sikhs want Khalistan.
Jammu is culturally separate
And so is Kashmir;
And so Ladakh.
(Their religion is different; they sing and speak different;cook different and clothe different.)
How long can we compress dissimilar objects together.
They will burst-- it is nature!
My slogan is, 'Let's restore the princely states!'
(Ah! This Democracy has defects--
It was correctly called by the Greeks as Mobocracy.)
To keep the cultures alive,
All people's identity.
The dying languages, and recipes;
Ending almost all wars (the concept of countries shall be past,
If ever anywhere, provinces or towns will fall into brief wars!).
Categories:
kurds, arabic, political,
Form: Free verse
Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia.
The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms, the trucks,
such comfort. The ancients knew this too
yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war.
How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed suffering?
That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any time a
majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not Kurds, Chechyns,
Tibetans and Armenians?
Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we debate
or whine about the other side winning and making a mess
of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with voting
machines,
what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq,
school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss surrounding the
little promontory life.
It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a good citizen.
Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet
two white wines.
Categories:
kurds, daughter, farm, friend, old,
Form: Verse
Mr. President, I want you, to live in my shoes
To do the necessary things that you must do
To work for your money, not speak friendly words
To feel the pain, from YOUR people, not Afghans or Kurds
Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light?
What makes you think this reform is so right?
You have given us nothing, yet you give high demands
You have caused higher taxes, you have no helping hand
Please Mr. President, hear your citizens' plea
This message is from your country, not only from me
Copyright © Drew Johnson, 2009
Categories:
kurds, confusion, family, natural disasters,
Form: Sonnet
SADDAM'S TRIAL
[HUMOROUS POEM ]
BY NANDLAL KANJIBHAI PANCHOLI
''Who brought me to this cage?'
Roars the dictator with rage
Then says in a firm voice
'I'm free and have my choice'
So I do not obey this court
Which judicial norms distort
{pointing to Moammad Amin}
'I hold this Kurd as my subject
And most vehemently object
His right to adjudicate'
'For Kurds are but naive and dunce
What do they know
About jurisprudence?'
'I crushed them,curbed their insurgence
subjugating them at once
Now this upstart Kurd has audacity
To ask me my identity?'
'Who gave him such authority
Asubject asking the king his name
Amatter of utmost shame!'
'Deeming this insubordination
As an act of treason
I can inflict on him punishment most dreaded
By getting him publicly beheaded'
'And how am I to be brought
Under the purview of this Kurdish Court ?
Where both the plaintiff and judge are Kurdish lot'
Categories:
kurds, imagination, inspirational, visionary, me,
Form: Heroic Couplet