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Corruption in the rumours and on the scenes
High profile slaps and cattle vaccines
Taxes, levies and airport leases
Pleasure decreases and pressure increases
Critics disappear in a bid to peddle fear
Rage and despair always lingers in the air
In the web of science and in the display of art
But it all meets a deaf ear and a hardened heart
Cry much tears and make much noise
But nothing under the sun presents choice
We are in the middle of a humbling occasion
Where we turn to God in desperation
We have tried change in its ranges
And for ages in sin and its wages
And the overturns have brought us to this
Where justifiers of war are men of peace
We now recall unheeded warnings
Now that we suffer squeezed earnings
But that is water under the bridge
We scale in huff the steepness to the ridge
Armed with no trust in fellow man
Neither buying his promise nor plan
And this I will teach my children
To cast faith only to God in Heaven.
K. Muitherero
I won't look for you if the apocalypse arrives
It's those like me with the least reason to live
who will survive to continue searching in
vain for anything of value as we did before
civilization as we know it ceased to exist
when the finer things in life become
a tin of beans, clean water, a warm blanket
tinder for a fire and a safe place to sleep
when names mean nothing and money
is merely worthless paper printed with
portraits of monarchs and presidents
so precious previously to those with power
and influence who didn't give a damn about
people like us though they'd make a pretense
if it would be easy and to their benefit
when it was convenient and didn’t conflict
with the next high profile black tie event or
champagne soirée where the income
of the guest list for a single year that they
pissed away on the puerile and frivolous
would have ended world hunger and poverty
Life won’t be all that different honestly
struggling to stay alive though we don’t know
why as there’s nothing in it for us but
another Dickensian day of hopelessness
Wolves were wandering all alone
At home
On a Sunday AM morning
Goodies empty in their storing
Feeling pretty dandy
But there was this craving for candy
Calling to deliver toffee
Thinking it would be grand with tea or coffee
Having a bout that is diagnosed as the blues
Everton thought this visit would be easy and cool
Dressing the part to be a muse
Everton arrived at the Wolverhampton field
Ready to honor the business deal
Before they decided to rest
A foul was committed wanting a confess
Goal awarded after the arrest
Penalty shot scored due to contacting play was a mess
When they returned from the break
Another toffee the Wolves did take
Followed by one more
No need to buy any toffee inside the convenience store
Three nil was how it ended
Table jumping wolves worthy to be commended
Aston’s property now must be defended
Royals from the Eagle state
Made a date
With Aston to tell him ‘wait’
“You have not gone under
Buzzing west hams could still blunder”
“Do you have a plan you’re royal highness?”
Aston Asked with kindness
“I will give you two
The rest is up to you”
King Glazier did explain
About Aston keeping his villa in the high profile game
Three points appeared
Creeping closer claret and blue army got near
Being told nothing to fear
Blowing bubbles
Seeing no trouble
West Hammy United buzz was all secure
But are they sure
One could be shown the door?
“Nous nous sommes assises” (“We Sat Down”)
by Renee Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
Darling, we were like two exiles
bearing our desolate souls within us.
Dawn broke more revolting than any illness...
Neither of us knew the native language
As we wandered the streets like strangers.
The morning’s stench, so oppressive!
Yet you shone like the sunrise of hope...
2.
As night fell, we sat down,
Your drab dress grey as any evening,
To feel the friendly freshness of kisses.
No longer alone in the universe,
We exchanged lovely verses with languor.
Darling, we dallied, without quite daring to believe,
And I told you: “The evening is far more beautiful than the dawn.”
You nudged me with your forehead, then gave me your hands,
And I no longer feared uncertain tomorrows.
The sunset sashayed off with its splendid insolence,
But no voice dared disturb our silence...
I forgot the houses and their inhospitality...
The sunset dyed my mourning attire purple.
Then I told you, kissing your half-closed eyelids:
“Violets are more beautiful than roses.”
Darkness overwhelmed the horizon...
Harmonious sobs surrounded us...
A strange languor subdued the strident city.
Thus we savored the enigmatic hour.
Slowly death erased all light and noise,
Then I knew the august face of the night.
You let the last veils slip to your nude feet...
Then your body appeared even nobler to me, dimly lit by the stars.
Finally came the appeasement of rest, of returning to ourselves...
And I told you: “Here is the height of love…”
We who had come carrying our desolate souls within us,
like two exiles, like complete strangers.
Renee Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (1877-1909), was a British poet and high-profile lesbian of the Belle Époque who wrote French poems in the style of the Symbolistes and Parnassiens. Keywords/Tags: Renee Vivien, French, translation, England, English, France, lesbian, soul, souls, soulmate, dawn, language, love, kiss, kisses, night, exile, exiles, strangers, misfits
Love
- God loves us so much
The priest purred –
- That He doesn’t count our falls
So much as the times we pick ourselves up
And how much do I love God
After I’ve had to pick myself up?
How much? How much?
Am I upset with a blow to my pride?
To think that God is not at my side –
But am I so proud?
Perhaps I don’t know myself well enough-
It’s hard to fight temptation alone
God keeps too low a profile
I see only one pair of footprints
And they’re mine
They’re not divine.
Carry me God
And love me
Don’t be shy
Don’t keep testing me
Surely by now you know me.
Is it likely I’ll leave you at my age?
Is it likely at this stage?
You prayed for St Peter
Please pray for me
And help me.
Lead me not into temptation
I pray to you
But the devil blocks your ears;
Is Our Lady in tears
While Satan jeers…….?
I don’t know anything.
Dear God - let me know something.
I don’t need to eat the fruit of knowledge
But at least let me know if you’re on my side
Maybe I’m not important enough
Or maybe you’ve got other engagements
Or maybe because you don’t want me to lose my mind
Or maybe due to some technical fault beyond earthly control
Or maybe because of the communication barrier
Or maybe because of the distance
Or maybe you’re trying to see
How much I can take.
Don’t – for my sake
Don’t – for your sake
Please don’t – Dear God……..
If you love God
You will keep His commandments
But if you love me God
Please help me to keep them.
I can’t manage alone
Please don’t let me break again
Lord make me chaste – now!
Don’t let me be the devil’s toy
Please don’t – Dear God…….
Keep a high profile
On the cross of temptation
Don’t let me have to repeat your words
Dear Lord Jesus -
My God My God
Why have you forsaken me?
I think you only said it once
But I’ve felt it more than once.
Don’t forsake me
Please don’t – Dear God……
Help me
Stay with me
Fight for me
Love me
Please do – Dear God……..
From the dungeons depths
Our canary friend had nothing much left
Speaking like everything was all right
Invited candy toffees in for a bite
This was not a keen thing to do
One score for the blue
And the wharf singer was headed to the lower tier pool
Meaning the Wolves who were safe at home
Played with the cherries until the juice was gone
It took an hour
They showed some power
Kicking it in between both posts
Ready now to visit Astin in his villa and a delicious Friday night roast
It should be a nice date the Wolves did hope
Knowing Astin was no bloke
In fact he could be a good host
Making the evening an engagement the Wolves could boast
For good ole Astin he spent the day at the new castle united
To talk about being demoted due to all the fighting
Crown royals listened to the plea
Finally sending out a decree
Giving them a chance to draw
Letting through the footy ball
Getting the point
Astin returned to his villa joint
Waiting for the Wolves
To make their moves
Creative poetic interpretation of the results from the survival of match men
Best way for the EPL regulation zone to defend
Falling from high profile grace in the end
Citizens were upset
With the Honey Hornets set
They played dance songs
But it was all wrong
Records being abused
Scratching them when used
Stingers created a vibe
That said let the music die
Before the first forty five ended
Twilight Zone Rod should be commended
Two for Stirling
Hometown hive was swirling
Only to see another pair go by
Relegation staring bees straight in the eye
Four score
Sky Blue headed for the door
“Nice seeing you here
Will be playing for champions league cheer
In the coming year
Tabloid stuff did not work
Honesty was how we popped the cork”
Later in the day Gunners held fire
While Aston’s Villa was put on the tight wire
If this was the end to the show
Arsenal would let them know
First half saw one in
Enough for a claret blue army crucial win
This allowed a table jump
To safety over buzzing hump
No need reporting anything new
Except the canary could be dining on honey dipping stew
In the dungeon
Doing some number crunching
Asking themselves why did we go to that high profile luncheon
Where we did all the munching
Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.
Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.
Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.
The nature of work may change with time,
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.
It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.
Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.
There was a humming sound
Hornet Honeys were in town
Promoted by the media as a new found
Getting the buzz
And nectarine the love
Looking for interlocking rings
Claiming they know things
Thackray got wind to this invasion
And what talent the band was raisin
Antonio got the text
Immediately he showed up ready to protect
Reserving a room
Where Thackray will display a groom
Hiring a source
Strategically approaching the Hornet wearing nice shorts
Reporting “Thackray will change her name
Wondering who is going to complain”
Knowing her West Ham United had everything going
Bride to be bought a bag of rice worthy for the throwing
Hopefully, the birds won’t explode
When the buzz get pictures worth gold
Not to make the wasp women feel like nothing
Sorority scream gave the singer stingers something
Teeny
Deeney
A well noted blues meanie
Made the big story get
Right into Thackray’s spider net
“Three points I will survive
Go back to being the worker bee in the hive”
Returning to the hole the buzz stud did creep
Where the company he did keep
Talking to the wasp women on the phone
Giving them a tasty bone
In a fantasy tone
Since they were not really known
“It is most certain
West Ham United won’t get the relegation curtain
Apparently the Hammers will play another year
To high profile cheer”
As the honeys listened
They too should stay in the big time mission
“Not to worry
Citizens will be here surely
Relaxed no need to hurry
Since they will be next
We will deposit match checks
Then have upper league respect”
They had a sense in being right
Listened to those explain their plight
Docked inside the sailing ports
Going into battle wearing a shirt, socks and shorts
On a battlefield called sports
Saints giving a Southampton name
European football was the game
Granted no championship this year
Relegation not even a fear
Watford teetering keeping a high profile
Enjoying the buzz while being wild
Time did come
To find out where the hornets were coming from
Raid the worker bees
Taking the nectar not even saying please
Plotting the invasion
Inquisition question started raisin
Having a nice sweet product
Saints all knowing where they got it
A defenseless flower
With peaceful beauty power
Before the clock minutes left the teens
Saints put one on the board for their team
And after the break
Another one Saints did take
Reading two to nil
Forgiveness put on the bill
And own goal was credited
Spiritual bug in the match netted it
Suddenly a lightning power surge
Thundered back ending the Saints purge
Pulling the stingers out of the hive
Black and yellow creatures barely alive
There was no change on the table
Four still able
To claim survival
And not be taken down by a rival