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If I was president I would teach all the prisoners to read.
form a committee of ten who had my back.
put cameras on every street corner so it would be more difficult to sex traffic
ask them to read my memos and decide how I should spend my afternoons.
follow their lead and take their advice
call up presidents, queens and kings and let them know I am friendly.
invite them to tea, but mention they have to wear two masks and a shield.
join the WHO if the last president was stupid enough to withdraw from it
form a task force to fix the water in Detroit and make sure it is fixed
abolish the Electoral College so we could be a democracy
fire the congressmen and senators who have been there since the Ice Age
make a rule whatever health program they had is good enough for the peons
get the ex-presidents to open clinics and inoculate everyone with the vaccine
make a law for year-round school, which would eliminate many bad teachers
go on television and ask everyone to donate their organs when they die
explain how many people this would help, and you cannot use them any way
instruct cities to plant communal gardens to feed the people who are hungry
give a dog to every child, even if their parents object.
give a grandma and grandpa to each child, even if I have to be that grandma.
declare myself queen on Wednesdays and do whatever I want allowing
the V.P. to be president one day a weeks which would be great practice.
Contest: If I was president
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Written 2/28/2021
Lines 21
Long ago upon the shore, the last remaining Stegosaur
A chill wind blew where ferns once used to sway
And this may not be topical, but dinosaurs were tropical
Yet now the sky was overcast and grey
This Stegosaur would not grow old, his land was getting dark and cold
Volcanoes making ash clouds every day
The Stegosaur could not survive, he lost his fight to stay alive
So Stegosaurs are not around today
And when the atmosphere was clearer, in a far, far later era
A rock from outer space lit up the sky
The dinosaurs were out of luck, even those that tried to duck
That boulder didn't simply pass on by
Cretaceous world... incinerated, ice age came... refrigerated
Though there were quite a few years in between
The sabre tooth, a bully, ate pachyderms all wooly,
And snow lay thick where ancient ferns had been
And cavemen wearing mammoth skins, unkempt hair and bearded chins
Only went by foot or log canoe
Yet in a climate cold and cruel, never burnt no fossil fuel
Producing very little CO2
Then the sea reclaimed the land and mammoths made their final stand
The world a little warmer every day
No factory, no aeroplane, no diesel car which might explain
The fact that climate change was underway
So dinosaurs and stone-age man and wooly mammoths roamed this land
And sometimes it was cold and sometimes hot
Yet now we’re busy making plans for planes to run on rubber bands
Perhaps it’s just a load of Tommy-rot
For now it’s hotting up again and we’re all told that we’re to blame
And none of us can disregard the facts
We’ve got it wrong in lots of ways, including fancy holidays
And by the way we want a bit more tax!
So, Extinction Rebellion just splash a little smelly on
Get out and have some fun before you die
For whilst it’s true, I must confess, the climate’s in a royal mess
But who’s to blame may not be you or I.
Think of a place on Earth’s long frozen pole
Where polar seas don a crisp snow-white dress,
What if a warm sea roars— man’s karmic dole
In place where there was frosty wilderness!
If icy soils of poles get sunny kiss
And turn to green meadows that never freeze,
Douldless, world’s dreaming rich hail it as bliss
To get some golfing grounds on a long lease.
Ah god-gifted weekend spot to escape
From a sizzling summer's hot season!
A place that wears a spring-like lush green cap—
An all’s-well cap to be smug sans reason!
Call it ho-hum from a harsh truth to part,
Or mankind's alibi for inaction,
Cold calculus of a callous harsh heart,
To which warming’s a blessing from heaven.
An assurance against threat of ice age—
Deemed greater misfortune at mankind’s door,
What avail if sneaking comes a sea shore,
Man’s logic knows how every ill to hedge.
No need, he thinks, his wasteful ways should end,
Cut careless consumption, nor gird his greed,
Pile up produce and proceed, his sole creed,
Today makes life, let morrows on own mend.
I’ll dump the Earth, he says, for Mars or Moon,
If not, no alt is out of my great reach,
He may or not be able, Earth to ditch,
A hell-bound ostrich he seems, dunk in dune.
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Satire | 03.07.2008, revised July 2023|
Poet’s note: To some in this world it still is as if Global Warming is no more than a paper tiger, not a real threat. If Polar frost melts up and one day a warm sea appears in its place, some escapists might even welcome it as one more vacation spot!
I read the title as
U - nite- as
three syllables - hard I
And I marveled that a female poet would
write of U Johnny
and looked hurriedly down the page
hoping to read
Of your years leading the Colts
(who were in Baltimore then)
on gimpy knees and guts
when a player
who had it
had balls
not a multi-million $dollar$ contract,
a side deal with a shoe company and....
and of the anger as you
were pushed from the color commentary
by younger has-beens
and sank into muddle-aged oblivion
However, I misread the title
uni - tas
two syllables - soft I
An homage to Aiende and Chile
a democratically elected socialist government
ousted by a CIA-backed military coup
to maintain control over strategic copper
but those days are over
and today the country
produces wonderful, cheap wine
and farmed fish
So I wrote this poem
for U
Written sometime in 1977-1978 on reading Dorthy Livesay's poem from Ice Age - which can be found here
http://envoifound.com/envoi-poetry-festival/poets-dead-or-alive/dorothy-livesay-october-12-1909-december-29-1996/
Bigfoot Emerges After the Fall of Humanity
After the bombs stop falling
After the nuclear winter
After the collapse of civilization
All that remains
Are a few scattered bands
Of humans
Many are reduced
To starvation
Bigfoot who are the descendants
Of the Neanderthals
Who lived on
In the mountain wilderness
Came down
And took pity
On their human cousins.
They soon began
A new, kinder hybrid civilization
Based on the smoldering ruins
In the ancient era
Which was soon forgotten.
Except in the few university towns
That kept some of the knowledge
Of the past alive.
Particularly solar and wind power
Which was soon everywhere
As was a rudimentary internet.
Linking the college towns
The nearby markets
And the remains
Of the old central governments.
New countries slowly emerged
New trading routes
And civilization slowly recovered
It took hundreds of years
Amid the new ice age
That settled down
In most of the world.
From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country
to hardwood alpine forest and fernland,
there rises the jewel Aoraki
out of the jagged ice age peaks so grand.
And polar winds at its rock face below
chill Lake Te Anau’s willow and bluegum,
where the frozen wild lowland tussocks grow
and rainbow river trout and salmon run.
Behold plains and valleys when spring has shone,
hear the cloven hooves scatter asunder,
climb Arthur’s Pass to Milford Track and yon
to glacier and fiord and rolling tundra.
Stretched from Cloudy Bay to Bluff on the sea
thunders the sky father, Ranginui.
Written: April 1996
The territorial aspirations of the dictators
change in the course of aggressive adventure,
the geopolitical scenario through regional conflicts,
with the dreadful potential of global escalation.
Though the cold war between the super-powers
has ended with the demolition of a wall,
the global hot spots of persistent conflicts,
flared by the supremacy pursuit still persist.
As predicted by Nostradamus, these spots,
the clashing arena now of limited proxy war,
might someday thrust the world into World War 3,
with mass destruction weapons ending the civilization.
The humanity will face unprecedented devastation
at the aftermath of WW3, the nuclear apocalypse.
In the midst of the nuclear winter then,
there won’t be any winner in another ice age.
Try to open your third eye
Sharp your sixth sense
You can clearly see
This earth is still passing through ice-age.
People would say
This summer was the hottest ever!
If you’d inquire, you must see
The sun is now heatless
Not able to melt the deposited ice
Of this helpless earth.
Who knows when these fossils would get back
Their lives, how ?
Who knows, after stepping up how many stairs
Life would take the shape of human ?
Who can predict the exact moment
When this civilization would reach
At the zenith position of the square
In the lightless sky
When would this indolent sun
Burn the impurities of million hearts ?
Oh! The belated winter is unbearable
Fear in my body
Impotence in my flesh
I’m collecting my bones
To set fire and burn my soul.
One day ashes of my body would be deposited
Under the igneous rock
To irrupt as a Volcano.
Spring is the time for ‘lek’
Capercaillie in beautiful dance
a spectacular mating game
A glowing ballet
that radiates independently
They want to pass on their genes
in breathtaking rhythm
// clatter, clatter, click, click,
pop, pop // - in the woods
The mistress
- the noblest freedom in nature
Allow the birds to enjoy the game
and mate in peace
They have lived in our pine forests
since the last ice age
Walk quietly and gently on moss green pillows
So close, vulnerable and gorgeous
When the midnight hour dims
a crack of moonlight ...
and a soul of satisfaction
// clatter, clatter, click, click,
pop, pop // - in the woods
(‘lek’ is an old Norse word that means ‘play’)
10/02/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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NORDIC ECSTASY
You asked me a question, a nostalgic one
Where I was in the seventies
I was in the land of the midnight sun
With the descendants of the Vikings.
Looking at Norwegian rocks, their structure
Along the corrugated coast of the North Sea
I found myself on the lap of pristine nature
As beautiful on earth as it could ever be.
The ice-age glaciers have all melted away
Carving deep valleys for the fjord networks
To enter the lofty land the sea gets waterway
Where on azure clarity the sky disembarks.
Summer sun touches the arctic horizon
Goes up unset at the midnight hour
The sunshine on the night hangs on
Making the body clock go haywire.
The grey sky flushed with the aurora flare
Gleaming winter nights danced on the snow
I could still feel the Nordic ecstasy of the air
Though it touched me such a long time ago.
February 22, 2018.