Long Disaffection Poems
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We celebrate Guy Fawkes although he did not quite make the grade
I know and understand rebellion threatens thus he met his fate
Could have been worse he could have blown of his incendiary hand
Less body parts to torture in the name of country and King of the land
Guido as they called him fighting for the Spanish before his foiled plot
Was fully aware that he could be exterminated for an unsavoury complot
Can violence in the name of debatable justice be ever condoned
The masters of power today might agree when Syria is droned
Crusades in the name of some cause or other belie religion and creed
When money meets oil geopolitical persuasion derived from greed
Black powder in Guy’s case blew up in his fierce revolutionary face
Unlike Nelson an eye for a blind spot got him nothing but disgrace
Dark power gloved fists velvet resolutions and orange insurrections
Should of course release white peace doves from resolute minds’ disaffection
Nena’s 99 red balloons and Banksy’s street art reveal a powerful message
No doubt they beat anthrax in envelops and letter bombs sent by expressage
Yet Mandela in his armed struggle days was deemed a vile terrorist
Fought for the cause in despair but was labelled a mean criminal errorist
Suppose that leaves us with religion and Jesus crossed bleeding nailed
Whereas Guy stored explosives in Westminster’s undercroft with little avail
A white robed Ghandi marched for salt freedom justice peaceful opposition
Before him the Buddha sat quietly under a Bodhi tree for untroubled transition
Fawkes received victor’s punishment but is said to have fallen from the scaffold
Before being hanged broke his neck probably mocked the crowd that was baffled
Avoided the agony of the punitive rope before drawn and divided into four parts
Outsmarted the executioner retribution erratically broken in fits and starts
Few of us know the real story only shoot fireworks remember November the 5th
Blow money miss the pith dispense judgement in blessed ignorance forthwith
A lesson to be learnt from the historical legend some possible moral from treason
Is that words are superior to gun powder and it’s better to die for a right reason
The poet will be great when:
Knowing how to walk the razor's edge
taste the road dust
step on the scalding sand of the desert,
roam the solitude of the universe,
feel the heat of the volcano,
to lack strength,
have fainting thoughts,
get whirlwind of thoughts,
feel the despair of lack
in the midst of everything,
to know the muteness of the cold,
and the nakedness of abandonment,
to have the blood of the bleeding heart,
the cessation of words,
the verbiage of emptiness,
the taste of bitterness
and the taste of wine,
the glory of victory.
the reverse of loss,
the contempt of disaffection
the pleasure of enjoying love
lucky to be alive!
live through it all
surviving on poetry
being such a poet!
My soul's eyes look upon the past,
and see hers meet mine for the first time;
I watch as our love's die is cast,
as the bells signaling our fates chime.
I watch as the fires within us ignite,
as everything we will be finds its beginnings;
this love at first sight burns ever so bright,
making our hearts rejoice at their lofty winnings.
I watch every passionate, yet tender
moment flow by, again kindling my emotions;
to her, I watch myself surrender,
diving into her love's boundless oceans.
I watch as we smile,
as we laugh and love.
We were convinced this would last awhile;
that this was ordained far above.
Then, we foundered, led ourselves astray;
her passion whisked away as if by a thief.
At this, I strive to look away,
to turn my gaze from this pain and grief.
But no man can shy away from the truth
of what he had and what he's lost.
He must forever contend with the mistakes of youth,
tears shed in vain and pain his cost.
Therefore I watch as the embers die,
as she turns away, headed for that door.
I watch as what I thought would be our life goes awry;
as we fade away, becoming no more.
I watch as she sheds
herself of what we were, gives up on me;
I watch as she tears into shreds
the heart I gave to her, and scatters the debris.
At length, after much introspection
I begin to wonder and muse;
if I had a chance to go back and make a correction,
what would I do to prevent these blues?
Would I try to discover the source
of her disaffection and our loss;
or would I simply plot a new course
from the start, never letting our stars cross?
They say that it's better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all;
but my disconsolate heart thinks that this has glossed
over the true depth of a spent heart's fall.
The beaten, weary soul knows not whether to pay heed
to the maxims of those dead and gone;
knows not whether to concede
that there might indeed someday be a new dawn.
At long last I reach the end of this vision,
the tragic finale of this bittersweet reverie.
The sad reality settles on me, of our division;
no greater agony exists in my memory.
I have a octopus on my roof, yes I have the photos, I have the proof
He is not quite your regular octopus; he is rather dignified and aloof
He is eating bananas by the dozen, sent by a cousin from Costa Rica
He is just sat with his best friend, who is none other, than a cheetah
Yes, he cheats at cards, and drives fast cars, and dodges all his fines
To speeding down the freeway well over the speed limit sometimes
Both are blocking my TV aerial and playing havoc with the reception
And down on me they display their need to reflect their disaffection
With no David Attenborough on my TV channels, so both are dissed
They are glaring down at me as demanding, that I get a satellite dish
I am on the phone to the satellite guys with an order quick as can be
So octopus can go back hogging the sofa, as cheetah sits on my knee
The Empty Nest
What shall we do today?
Now the nest is empty
Not as much washing to do
When the kids lived at home there was plenty
Shall we go out for a meal?
A two-for-one meal deal will do
Instead of the usual bargain bucket
Which would feed a slew
Chicken wings and coleslaw and fries
And a large tub of chocolate ice-cream
Drew would eat more than his fair share
His love of fast food was extreme
When we get home from the restaurant
I'll look in the boys bedroom door
And i'll think how bare the carpet looks
With no discarded clothes on the floor
I'll lie in the bed and think
That the house is far too quiet
And think of when the kids were here
Music blaring and running riot
I feel a sense of loss
And feelings of rejection
I'm laid here with my loving spouse
But I feel a disaffection
I think that what we had is gone
I'm starting to wonder whether
Our children living at home
Were the glue that kept us together
Estranged by you, alienated
I’m not the one I used to know
All what is me comes out outdated
As if I was there long ago
In previous times, when life seemed shorter
When I was living for one day
To meet your judgement of no quarter
Your disaffection to obey
Crushed in the rain of whatabouts
Drunk with the human kindness I
Fall in slow motion, filmed without
Supposed consent I have to sign
That looks alike a vagrant fate
When there is nowhere else to roam
Inside I go, although its late
But down inside I am at home
There we are, two lost receivers
Of ageless youth you well preserved
For me, a taker and a giver
Of love I thought would never hurt.
DISAFFECTION
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares...
This is society's news I'm reading,
Disaffection and tales of lemmings,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Homeless youth, street sleeping,
Drug overdoses away they're sweeping,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
School leavers, forever unemployed,
Dystopia is being deployed,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Drug ravaged teens,
Rapes and stabbing their scenes,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Disaffection is poverty and crime,
Young armed robbers doing time,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
This is society's news I'm reading,
Anything else our nation could be doing?
To any politician,
Do any of you really care?
Maybe I'm talking to myself, my dears.