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Ever since my parents bought me a Grundig TV for my room,
And every week day unquestioned and without fail,
I've watched the Channel 4 News avidly, glued to it,
From when I was ten when my ship did at last sail.
I fell in love with Jon Snow instantly as a father figure,
A socialist or social democratic who would interpret,
Political and social events in a way that I understood,
Without any superiority or cold, aloof mood.
My best subject at university was marketing,
Came top in my second year Easter class exam
And everyday when I watched it I analysed Jon’s socks and ties,
Until I was 17, I could predict to myself the next days dyes.
This made me so happy and empowered me to continue,
In that Christian fundamentalist world of criticism and guilt,
But the C4 News was my little secret which I kept to myself,
As I was taught not to love things like that, of a worldly, societal lilt.
I was a devious child towards my parents and their religion,
And lived by admitting only to liking that which I loved,
So that they could have the satisfaction of disciplining me straight,
But pass me by as someone who religion did very much hate.
I had my own sequence, mathematical formula in my head,
And the first day I got my television when the light was ahead,
Because my dad used to monitor what I viewed with intense interest,
I did not flip channels somedays, to suggest no deviation was in my head.
And when Krishnan Guru-Murthy joined the show in 1998,
(I had predicted it from his way at BBC news presenting);
As he reported in Newsnight and BBC 24’s current events programme,
And I thought he would compliment Jon Snow and for youth be an emblem.
I'm hesitant to say that I used to be able to,
Predict when he would grow a beard in playful discourse,
But I knew that he would always shave it off again,
‘Cos that concerned, innocent face is not for recourse.
I like Garry Gibbon, love Kathy Newman, Jackie Long and Matt Frei,
And Paul Mason always gets to the roots of the economics issues;
Lindsey Hilsum and Helia Ebrahimi give such good reports,
And Geoff White always excites me with his technology eye.
Note: This poem was translated from Persian to English by the author on Feb. 13, 2025.
By: Moji Agha (Mojtaba Aghamohammadi)
Dec. 22, 2021
Colorado, U.S.
Dance of Unity and Diversity
O' unity, how beautifully hidden you have become,
deep inside the [infinite] faces of naked diverity!
O' endlessly naked diversity;
You have have made unity dance [in joy]; AMAZING!
(Note: These opening verses appeared in the poet's dream)
O' unity, how amazingly you have become the [precious] apple of our eyes,
since your countless existences, O' our love,
have become hidden, like [countless] grains of sand,
in the equal-making heart of the desert.
And your love, O' the amazingly naked beautiful unity,
has become countless [never-ending] colorful flowers,
in the diversity garden of our existence, O' Soul,
in the unity garden of our Being, O' Beloved.
O' the [tavern] wine-pourer, serve [around the circle] the wine of being [an aware] human,
[because] the dance of unity and diversity is easy.
And I, a single human seed, am lost--in bewildered awe,
given this divine [sufi] dance, that has brought God to dance [in joy].
If you [begin to] see this God-hearing dance;
if you see this dance of [countless] souls with the Beloved,
where would you [then] see problems [O' lover]?
The washing of human eyes and of hearts is easy.
Where have problems appeared, O' lover?
Washing the eyes of the heart is SO easy.
Poetic References:
1) Hafez-e Shirazi (Hafiz of Shiraz)
https ://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al%C4%81_y%C4%81_ayyoha-s-s%C4%81q%C4%AB
Come, O' wine-pourer! Circulate the cup and pass it to our lips;
since love seemed easy at first, but soon problems appeared.
2) Sohrab Sepehri (1928-1980) https ://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sohrab_Sepehri)
THE FOOTSTEPS OF WATER:
https: //sohrabsepehri.com/poems.asp?status=showpoem&language=e&poemid=99
Eyes need to be washed [urgently];
So another way of seeing can be found [desperately].
Introducing the undisputed champ - "The Fallen Star!"/ I'm aware people stare at the
extremely bizarre./ I'm that "beep, beep" on your hearts radar./ This pen is metaphorically
my scimitar!/ Poetry Soup says I'm cursed,/ because of the content in my verse;/ but I feel
as if I'll burst,/ and it will only get worse,/ If I don't relieve this stress!/ So allow me to
express/ what's on my chest/ before I become possessed!
I will start clawing and fighting!/ If I don't here you say: "You make this site so much
more exciting!"/ So what if I don't play nice,/ but I bring that Latino spice!/ You damn right
I'm a sexy S.O.B.!? And I don't give a flip if you don't like my poetry!/ Who are you to judge
me?/ You wanna hear an apology?/ For being comfortable and expressing my sexuality?/
Look I'm 32,/ and that's the difference between me and you./ I've never felt more
alive!? Don't get upset with me because you're 65!/ I know you wish I would just disappear,/
because I live in today and not the day of Shakespeare!/ Don't no one read his work no
more! / Yes I bring a poetic war./ Blowing up verses like C4!/ My sentences are sharp like a
carnivore!/
I don't like fake individuals no way./ Why should I listen to what a hypocrit has to say?/
Someone told me to just leave it alone./ So those without sin casts the first stone!/ - I didn't
think so!/ I hope your house gets blown away by a tornado!/ Sometimes my heart grows
cold like an Eskimo,/ and other times dark like Edgar Allen Poe!/
Look before you start pointing fingers at me,/ and condemn my poetry./ Take a look
see that others have wrote erotica too./ I can name a few./ And nothing I write is taboo!/
You just probably stay away because you have bird flu!/ So I can care less if you're my
friend./ I'm just out to set a new trend!!!!
Jody took an explicit anger rage
In London, at the 2012 Paralympics,
Which everyone knew about, did rage,
Threw his water bottles about, tactics.
He wanted the technical delegate, ICU,
To call the error a sad technical fault,
When Jody stopped immediately, did do,
The gun fired - he said the gates did bolt.
Jody was born on 14 October in 1978,
In England, Wisbech, Cambridgeshire,
With a deformed foot which did await,
Amputation when he was three, aspire.
His parents met others who took part,
In disability swimming with their kid,
So when Jody tried it he had an art,
With the water and in contests did bid.
His local King’s Lynn club encouraged,
Him to become what he could in time be,
And at the Worlds in ’94, he garbaged,
His PB by 4 seconds to gain credibility.
But today he says that he definitely was,
“Never a naturally gifted swimmer.
I just don’t have the build, [but the boss
Is] weights and core strength, [glimmer].“
He won three gold medals, two bronze,
At the Paralympics in 1996 and 2004,
But in 2006 because of this bronze,
He changed to cycling’s ever open door.
He’s in the C4 category and in Beijing,
In 2008, he rode a quick time of 1.5466,
For the 1km time trial to proudly bring,
The gold into the ranks for GBs licks.
Then there was that awful tantrum scene,
At the London games, but he won bronze,
Nonetheless, for the 4km pursuit sheen,
Apologising to the crowd for his donze.
He did compete in the Commonwealths,
In 2014 in Glasgow, and there finished fifth,
But in that same year at the World sheaths,
He got his ninth world title, a WR of pith.
And in Rio 2016 he struck pure gold,
At that event which so badly deluded him,
Four years prior in the 1k time trial hold,
And achieved a PB, much fame to win.
Dying in Bolehland
MURDER SHOCKER: TEENAGE GRANDSONS OF PROMINENT ANALYST ARRESTED OVER CRADLE CEO’S KILLING
??????????
Hohoho....
The many ways to die, they are all happening here in Bolehland...
Cradle Fund head honcho, supposedly an accidental fire death....
Set off by a faulty charging phone in the dead of the night....
But he had had an archery puncture wound in his neck...
Now, of all people, his teenaged stepsons are picked up...
Their father and mother, now the grieving widow, they are arrested...
What a tangled web of deceit must have been weaved.....
In the household of the deceased, a CEO of a fund company...
There are other shocking ways to die, you'll find them here....
In Bolehland, your life can stop prematurely when you stop at a traffic light .....
Bang, bang, bang! You can be a bullet ridden corpse at the wheel...
The killers, they wheeled away on a motorbike, quick as they can...
Some poor chap got called up to MACC towers for questioning...
Only for some mysterious gusts of wind blew him to his death down below...
Yet another unlucky dead, he was found embedded in a drum of concrete....
The most famous of all, more than a decade later to the day...
A glamorous Mongolian girl was killed and get blown to smithereens...
By C4 explosives and the long suffering father has no remains to grief over...
Yeah, these are but some of the creative ways to die in real life in Bolehland...
There are many other ways to take leave from this earth...
And here in Bolehland, these are a few of the creative ways That happened...
It is time the creative script writers of Hollywood take notice...
Hohoho....
On Attack: A Rainbow Six Siege Poem
By: Jacob Wallihan
Time to prepare
The drones are on the field
Rolling right towards
The building called “Coastline”
Callouts for the position of the bomb
Not Kitchen
Not Bar
Not Billiards
It’s Penthouse
Spotted the enemies
2 Roamers
Caveira and Ela
3 Anchors
Pulse, Mira, Rook
All spotted picking up
Rook’s Armour
Drone’s all shot
Pick the spawns
Pool is mine
Let’s Go
Spawn in
3 minutes on the clock
A 5 man squad
Montagne with Blackbeard
The hard breachers;
Hibana
Thermite
For Intel: Lion
Enter the building Hibana
Through VIP window
Frag the Ela
5 v 4
Montagne
With defuser
Walks into Guitar
In doorway to Penthouse
Blackbeard watching Monty
Sees the Rook
Reacts late
4v4
Hibana places a claymore
VIP hallway
Runs back to window and vaults
Lion activated “Big Brother”
Hibana rushes past Monty
Lion
With grace
Bounds through bathroom hatch
With Hibana
Picks off Rook and Mira
4v2
Monty smokes
Goes for the plant
C4 below
Sends Monty out the window
3v2
Defuser down
Thanks to Lion
Pulse
Activating the claymore
Flies into the courtyard
3v1
Caviera
Running quietly into theatre
Downs Lion and Hibana
Throws a hail mary
Monty doesn’t react in time
Cav gets the defuser
Over the coms
“OPFOR disabled our defuser”
“Mission a failure”
The Physical qualities of the song ranged
from perfect to exceptional.
Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to
perform at song made for a tenor.
thy were a Phenomal couple
singing a song
about two lovers who were never
to speak of there love.A Hero To her
lonilness is a Champion of her love. The female character spoke of
her love of a man who wished never to marry: but fell in love
and he and she debated ever becoming married
due to pople who might not come around them if they endeavored in a maritail togethernes.
The song features points of devotion: points of fear: it puts an emphisises on togetherness: but details
the labors of continuing to be together.
Lovers who fear the future
might look to this song and find reason to stay together or part..
When the Baritone and Tenor take stage the song changes it's rhythmn.
the story is same bt the sound shift's to a grueling grind. a slow romping soothing sound.
A bass and tenor than performs while a mezzo soprano provides a background with anwsers to the Malo charcters questions.
When the Bass ask's her to marry the men combine
in a chorus to spak with one voice.
Perfection to sync the perfect sound!
Bravo! Music Bravo!
This is a thought or an epiphany / but from how I see : confidence is lacking in thee / so I'll shift into gear /
she put the bug in my ear : denounce fear / pronounce a new style to pounce : opened mouthed claws out :
middle finger raised screaming hell yeah : here / eat this plate / when finished : wipe shame from face / walk
with swagga speed up pace / moving to quick to leave a trace / of anything haunting , n starting , or sparking
of the old tablet : to be erased / point in case / chess not checkers : fix my face / n change habits / kill
babbage : with flame-lit carriages filled with kerosene soaked mattresses / n stomach filled with c4 crack
addicts / with the driver chained downed named past tense / hold close the new reference / a decorative
veteran whose suplexing / souped up on goals and aggression : only stressing where the next victim to mess
with / never relaps on past acts just future facts / pemped up ready to attack any acrobat that'll get trapped ,
get slapped , get jacked 4 every piece of their scratch / every piece of dignity , humanity , organs , flesh nose
bones n back / so scratch that
Peace
Form:
Sarah Storey was the first disabled athlete,
In the Commonwealth Games to compete,
As an English competitor, and she’s thrice,
Able-bodied national track champion of ice.
She was born without a left hand, entangled,
But she was firstly a swimmer, she jangled,
Then she became a cyclist on road and track,
And is still pedalling strong, not to look back.
She swam in Barcelona in 1992 and won,
Two golds, three silvers and a bronzed one,
Then in 2008, again at the Paras her fifth,
She won the individual pursuit with much pith.
Sarah Storey won Britain’s first gold in the C5,
In the women’s individual pursuit she’d thrive,
And in the C4-5 5000m, C4-5, and on road,
She won each one with a gold that was owed.
In 2014 she founded a sports cycling team,
Which supports a breast cancer charity keen,
And she became a MBE in 1998, OBE in 2009,
Then she was made a dame in 2013, long line.
She married Barney her coach and duel pilot,
For the tandem duel ride, which could be a riot,
And was on the 2012 Celebrity Mastermind IQ,
With Sex & The City, and also has a girl to coo.
by faith alone
the courage is gained
to strap c4 to the chest
& proceed to walk up the
stairs of a bus holding folks
you & your cult doesn’t like.
by faith alone
the courage is summoned
to make bomb threats, kidnap,
stalk, assault & if you & your
fetus-hugging buddies are
lucky, to successfully murder
those that feel a woman should
have the right to what she wants
with her own body.
by faith alone
the courage is obtained to picket
the funerals of individuals whose
families simply want to lay their
lost loved ones to rest with
signs that display “god hates fags!”
amidst other bits of pure hate &
bigotry which are exemplified by
even the youngest children amidst
the flock.
by faith alone
the faithful devote their lives to
spreading tales of people & things
that they have no real evidence of
whatsoever, in the hopes to keep the
disease alive & in the process,
condemning all of those that do
not follow suit, to whatever
imaginary consequences have
been decided by the lunatics that
came before them.