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I’ve been asked to explain the words “Never A Gain”!
So I’ll limn it here plain, all that’s “Never A Gain”:
Death, destruction and pain define Never A Gain,
like a pale hurricane, warfare’s Never A Gain,
often wars steal terrain, plunder’s Never A Gain,
even wars on the wane, really Never A Gain,
over ten million slain, frankly Never A Gain.
Although diplomats feign (pretend’s Never A Gain) ,
and abuse might and main (thralldom’s Never A Gain),
trying tricks and chicane achieves Never A Gain.
Where the children have lain, voids are Never A Gain,
limber limbs torn in twain, doubly Never A Gain,
fearful famine, mundane, by God Never A Gain;
warriors say it’s humane though there’s Never A Gain.
Army hordes raising Cain exhume Never A Gain,
bloody battles, though vain, produce Never A Gain,
whether guns or cocaine, shots wreak Never A Gain;
though the dead don’t complain, dying’s Never A Gain.
Atom bombs from a plane bestow Never A Gain,
lethal neutrons aflame beget Never A Gain,
with a nuclear rain, all’s lost, Never A Gain.
In a sandy domain, victory’s Never A Gain.
Desert blood down the drain? A clot’s Never A Gain.
And though dunes will remain, a grave’s Never A Gain.
Global war, so insane, provides Never A Gain,
whether Gaza, Ukraine, death deals Never A Gain.
In that graveyard domain, regret’s Never A Gain
and a soul’s reddened stain’s also Never A Gain.
Can we learn from the slain that war’s Never A Gain?
YES!!!
Since it’s Never A Gain...
well then, Never Again!
To lift markets is no mean a gift,
Nor tailor such mania, and so swift,
Nor to raise equal toast,
Shakespeare, Keats, be it Frost,
Taylor Swift still makes a quantum shift!
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Happenings |15.08.2023| limerick, humour
Poet’s note: A few days back we saw Taylor Swift mania in full swing. She had made headlines when ticket sales from her Eras Tour impacted the US economy (yea, reports say so). Some 20,000 fans showed up outside the stadium. Four of her albums were among Top 10 at the same time. Universities offer courses on Psychology of Taylor Swift. I wonder if part of the global warming is caused by this mania!
Scarred and Blackened
In Tasmania’s rugged but scenic South West
Lies an ancient land of pristine wilderness
Protected by a World Heritage Listing
An eco-system a thousand years nesting
A land of Aboriginal spiritual dreamtime
Where rare native flora survives, like Pencil Pine
And fauna abound on the Button Grass plains
With rugged mountain ranges never tamed
Hunter Gatherers burned to reduce the fuel load
The protectors now heading down the wrong road
By letting the fuel build to immense dimensions
A massive fire just waiting to turn the land ashen
The spirit of storm clouds gathers up high
For the rangers this is pleasing to the eye
But alas, this building spiral of cloud is dry
Just building thunder heads in the sky
The inner circle of the clouds one big mass
Intermingle, then with violence they clash
Spewing bolts of lightning to the ground
But not a drop of precious rain to be found
A searing bolt of lightning grounds
Amid the drought-stricken pencil pines
An explosion of sparks, then flames
A fire is born the lightening to blame
Spreading quickly with the brisk westerly winds
The fire races through the dry Button grass plains
A massive cloud of smoke drifts east
Alerting the protectors to this massive beast
The call goes out for fire fighters and water bombers
As the black smoke causes concern to near-by loggers
For the fire now a catastrophic inferno
Consuming the wilderness like no tomorrow
The water bombers and man-power useless
Against this cataclysm of wild fire that has unleashed
Thousands of acres of pristine wilderness
Now blackened and scared, a nothingness
For weeks it burned, some 100,000 acres
Now tamed by remote area fire-fighters
But the scars from the fire yet to discover
A landscape that will take years to recover
Global warming, to blame many think
As this South-West area was always wet
Many years of below average rainfall
Perhaps Mother-Nature having her revenge
Some folks love doing their thing
And it brings in money and bling!
Just let me make hay
The conservatives say
Even when it gives others a sting
Do people all have basic rights?
Are some blown away like lost kites?
It seems there’s no end
Of a bad mess to mend
And liberals take on these fights
Author's Note: When the right to make a ton of bucks interferes with other rights that people have--watch out. I get particularly offended by people who exercise their freedom (and by doing so) interfere with my right to clean air and water and freedom from intrusive smells and noise. This argument can be extended to a variety of situations. Where do your rights end and mine begin? This is the tip of a massive iceberg (which could be melting due to global warming).
Global warming calls for climate control:
Earth's glaciers are quickly melting away,
while most nations haven't met their carbon goal.
Though the damage done could have been undone,
Big business wasn't willing to pay the price
going green: would levy on everyone.
It's too late, climate change is here to stay,
and that's not up for debate, it's here now:
wreaking havoc, despite what skeptics say.
And though it's difficult to be precise;
low-lying lands are feeling its effects,
as oceans rise and glaciers shed their ice.
Failing to realize we're connected,
Man's stewardship of Earth was neglected.
Imagine if flowers bloomed all year.
Imagine if everyone could live without fear.
Imagine if the earth was warm all year round,
And a fix for Global Warming could be found.
Imagine if there was one religion for everyone.
Do I hear you say these things couldn’t be done?
Just imagine if Buddha, Allah, God, and all the rest,
Came to earth and decided it was best,
To form an alliance a firm friendship reigned,
And from this, an end to all Holy wars was gained.
Between them they managed to convince,
All world leaders to form a pact and unite ever since.
The world to be one country and no more wars.
Its citizens all thriving in shared wealth for one cause.
Imagine if hunger, injury or illness did not exist.
Obviously none of these would ever be missed.
Ugly or disfigured be beautiful in the eye of the beholder.
Everyone naturally getting more lovely as they grow older.
Vehicle and plane crashes didn’t happen and boats never sunk.
No matter how they drank people never got drunk.
All children were loved with care and respect.
No child ever experienced cruelty or neglect.
Violence is all in the past and never to be repeated.
All animals respected and never be mistreated.
Everybody had enough and there was no waste.
Kindness ruled supreme, and was never misplaced.
No such thing as enemies, because in the end,
Your enemy is gone when you make them your friend.
Just Imagine…………………..
I doubt a benefactor,
philanthropist,
a short-term financial investor,
could optimally provide
protect
prevail with
an ecopolitically healthy therapeutic service
Yet,
intersectionally,
interdependently,
multiculturally,
poly-sensorily
fall far short
of co-investing in cooperative
sacred green ecofeminist
organic empowering
and enlightening communion.
Disempowering
codependent
anthrosupremacist services
in some way(s) Other,
commodifying non-profit and government intention,
subjugating potential enrichment rivals,
marginalizing direct service providers
These, often HealthTrust and WealthBeauty associated,
wise EarthMother's most sacred multi-sensory recreations
regeneratively throw resonant
and resilient
enlightening
and empowering
bicameral
bilateral
binomial
bionic
bigenderal opportunities
for and of restoring
CoAttaching Green EcoPolitical Communion,
All co-invested cooperative life systems
are about as likely to have appeared,
as disappeared,
win/win TrueAtomic
and Synergetic WaveLinear
As a Yang/Yintegral polyculturing ****
creolizing his/her/their predative PatriarchOther
needs sacred HerOther
in hearted heat Welcoming-Wombing Self
More than S/He lives to merely
ever-more serve philanthropic benefits
as unfavorably contrasted with
committing to cooperatively lusty solidarity
empowering and enlightening
fertile resilient thriving
Entries and exits
for compassion
passions cooperatively climaxing,
ecopolitically predicting long-term healthy
and safe win/win
global,
universally uniting afterglow
At least more so
than waking up the next morning
sadly realizing your latest RightWing investment
further jeopardizes health
and safe wealth of all our grandchildren
and their rusty food chains
and their green climate healthcare infrastructures
and their ecopolitical co-investing wealth cooperatives
and their Plant and Animal Lives Matter
indigenous green wisdom deals.
~~~Turritopsis Nutricular~~~
The immortal jelly fish, I wish we could be
Living like him/her under the sea.
After reaching his or her sexual maturity
It can turn back to a polyp, I wish it was me
It uses a process called transdifferentiation
It absorbs its own body, a good job it’s not a nation
I imagine it all on a global scale
You wiped them all out for them to grow back from a tail.
It seems as though the immortal jellyfish
Is not so immortal though when you read this.
Cos as it reverts it gets diseased, eaten or dies,
By this thing called plankton, and I think that comes with fries.
The neighbors gazed at the sky with the nighttime stars.
There is plenty to see while they’re living on Mars.
Since the planet is dry with a thin atmosphere,
so much can be seen because the sky is so clear.
The colony has been peaceful and serene here.
However, concerns about earth clutched them in fear.
The colonists viewed as they sat on their front porch,
their home earth shining brightly like a blue-green torch.
From one hundred million kilometers away,
nations have begun to fight each other today.
One night, they were watching as the earth burned with red.
An atomic war began with millions feared dead.
The blinking light Morse code box relayed a message.
It described a global war with massive carnage.
“Detonations obliterate Australia.
Explosions decimate Cape Town, South Africa.
London, Paris, and Los Angeles are all gone.”
This made all speculate of what was going on.
“Are my parents, brothers, and sisters still alive?
From what happened, will civilization survive?
I have not written to my brother as of late
because there’s a five dollar first class postage rate.”
The new circumstances perpetuated fright.
The luggage store in town stayed open late that night.
The decision to leave was made amongst themselves.
By the dawn, the luggage disappeared from the shelves.
Based on "The Martian Chronicles" by Ray Bradbury
Authors FYI
Gujarat, particularly the city of Surat, is a global hub for diamond processing, with about 80% of the world's diamonds cut and polished there, and Surat accounts for 65% of India's diamond trade.
A diamond in the rough that is what He was ,
he possessed a multifaceted radiant nature,
but he also lacked refinement and polish.
When it came to speaking the truth,
he was a lance aiming straight for the enemy.
In the face of sinful adversity and corruption,
He was as devouring, as the desert sun;
His heart !
Now that IS, the True jewel of this world !
A KohiNoor diamond, with the rarest spark.
His soul was Divinely filled with spiritual essence,
but his human psyche was at the very core
of all human suffering...
Soul, spirit or a Divine Force, he was a man
you could not coerce, nor easily convert.
Christ, Lord, Savior, Son of God,
Lamb of God, "Messiah,"
Yes its all Him just take your pick
As for me, He is the one who saves
He is my Gujarat and my life force,
the pacemaker of my beating heart.
Take Him away from me
remove the sparkle of His living word
from my soul, and I'll be left forever
in the dark.
Good Shepherd, Son of man,
He is a culminate of crucifixion and resurrection alike,
He is the unlit flame that is waiting for you, to strike,
So light Him up like the rare jewel that He is,
Light Him Up! Light Him Up! Light Him Up !