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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXIV
IF ever I had a country proud of its sacred Soul Patrie
And if ever by a long shot I was nominated - not spuriously elected - Chef Ministre d'Etat
Plenipotentiary
The first thing I'd do is to give the Minister of Justice the sack in a hurry
I'll then take over his post and issue a long awaited (you'll agree) and needed decree
That henceforth any razor-sharp lawyer and his erudite team appointed by a client for a
very very high fee
To defend protect and facilitate the " escape " of any known criminal whose ill-gotten
gains burst bank-vaults to a brain-numbing degree
That the lawyer and his team be given the DOUBLE of the sentence meted out to the
criminal and be put away minus their licences to practise LAW in an Alcatraz-like
penitentiary
And this even if I never ever had no country to call my own with or without any patrimony
(The late eminent Vietnamese-French lawyer, Maître JACQUES VERGES, renowned for among other feats the defence of KLAUS BARBIE, the NAZI " chief " under the French Vichy regime, was also the Secrétaire de la Conférence des Avocats/Examiner for those wishing to practise law in France. And yet, in a case where I was concerned with revolting Master's and Doctoral students at the Sorbonne-Nouvelle University, he subtly had my case scuttled to prop up mainly Muslim and African-origin students - openly backed by JAMES BALDWIN - who objected vehemently to being taught, besides numerous other Commonwealth authors, V. S. NAIPAUL's The Guerillas, together with Eva Peron and The Killings in Trinidad, students who also took exception to any comparison, by way of structural influence, of WOLE SOYINKA's The Road, with Greek tragedies.)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, March 8, 2019
we strolled midtown for awhile
hints of sun followed us beneath the
bavarian alps i was taken by
the snow capped mountains creating
a brilliant show of diamond crystals
calmly reflecting from storefront windows
holiday displays of santa klaus at his best
i would say we continued past rows of homes
collected like doll house's just to the left a tiny
bike shop i rushed in grabbing the new basket
to fill with fresh granny smiths from thee upcoming
market in view just to the right african violets lined
the the entrance way leading
to the hidden park
a quiet nook in the middle of town square i thought
masculine most of all quite charming face to face with
the subtle statue of thomas mann my form changed
i was abruptly aroused by his daringness fine liturature
art and playwright mann consumed me with folklores
gothic tales the infamous lounging of salzsburg crest
instantly a brisk chill blew over my foundation dazed i was
walking upon frauenkirch
our lady of munich doting downward to my tiny existence
i gathered myself in a very suspicious haste walking backwards
staight into the kneeling black horse knightless his back emptied
a daunting task for the bishop beyond my fascination
of castles christmas past nutcrackers wooden trains walking dolls
springs bolts screws and coo coo clocks sounding off at midday
displaying the woodcutters the milking maids in german town
Look around you
The baggages of corruption constantly cling to the backs of your potbellied leaders like a mosquito sting that intoxicates you with plasmodium (malaria)!
_____ _____
Gingerly doth their lips preach the message of peace and goodwill.
Yet!
Their eyes and hands exert the works of iniquity on you.
Still your deceitful lips lead you to say
LOVE IS REAL!
Look Around you.
Jealousy stockpile like hay in a barn in the complacent minds of your friends
(loved ones).
Complacent?
Yes,
that's a term for the slow manner at which they'd rip your neck like Klaus Mikaelson and Elijah in a battle,
with no regrets.
Yet! You say LOVE IS REAL!
Look again please!
Look around you!
What do you see?
Your EGO constantly jabbering at your ID without fail.
Not caring for the mutual inclusivity
both share in your body.
One side of you is at war with You.
Or another side of you!
Which then is You?
Dear Friend,
Look around You still,
Is LOVE REAL?
Love is a shattered glass
Several pieces attributed to several persons.
But this shard that each holds,
Is not even enough to spark a reactive plug
in the engines of your emotional mechanism
(yes, your HEART).
My Friend, Look again.
Who told you that
LOVE IS REAL?
© E. James
Helga Deen (1925-1943) (Sentanka)
Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe
War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt
Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór
Only letters and diary
Was all that remained of her
But her memory remains
Helga Deen en Sobibor
Asesinado a dieciocho años
Sólo cartas y un diario
Fue todo lo que quedaba
Pero su memoria sigue siendo
Note: Helga Deen, born in 1925 in Stettin moved with her parents in 1933 to Tilburg in the
Netherlands. She was a talented young woman not only in writing but also in drawing. Her
mother was a German Jewish doctor and her father-Willy Deen- a Dutch chemist. Helga Denn
had a brother -Klaus- and both visited school in Tilburg. The family had to move from
their house and Helga an her brother had to leave school together with other ten Jewish
pupils. In July 1943 all were deported to the Vugh concentration camp. From there they
were transpoted to Westerbork concentration camp and from there on July 13th to Sobibór
(Poland) concentration camp. She died from gas there on July 16th 1943.
Oh, Laura oh Laura
Are you okay?
Karnstein’s are falling I must say
Terror in the Crypt is the film on the moving image strip.
Spells are in gear and Laura you have much to fear
There is this dapper looking Klaus who is looking through the books
And came across something that had to due with your looks
Apparently, there is a resemblance between you and the one in a grave
And that is what made you the witches fave
Your story was shot in black and white
And it has many interests in that type of light
Formally dressed men roaming the castle
And evil tending to the hassles
Christopher Lee stepped away from his afternoon tea
To be a star in this royal message before there was the car
When the hunchback image is found hanging
The Karnstein’s stop worrying about ranking
Oh Laura, oh Laura
Are you okay?
And the spirit below should understand its time to go
When the good-looking guys find the painting
The audience is waiting
To see if you Laura are okay
From the Terror in The Crypt that wants your beauty to pay
I remember the days that we
spent together in my pursuit to
further my knowledge, you as
my mentor and I as your pupil.
Down through the years we have
had more then just a teacher and
pupil relationship, we became the
very best of friends.
I watched your hair turn grey and then
you watched mine, sadly I received
news today coming from afar that you have
gone on your final journey and we
shall never have those long academic
discussions ever again.
Such news that greeted me gave me
such a heavy heart and tears in my
eyes, for I know I shall never see
my dear friend again.
I will forever cherish the fond memories
of the past years we had shared and
our friendship and reminisce on all the
good times for those will always be
with me.
You will always have a very special
place in my heart, my mentor and
my dear friend always.
A friend that shared my life.
Note: Farewell to Klaus Goebel, ING (Radio Engineer), Neu-Isenburg, Germany ~ may you rest in peace old friend.
4th July, 2012 (c)
There’s a lizard in our house,
At the last there was a mouse.
And we called the mouse Klaus,
Now there’s a lizard in our house.
Soon there will be a roo,
Koala, Possum, Emu too.
Swear it’s really true-
There’s a lizard in my shoe
A lizard in my shoe
In our house.
There’s an emu in our car,
He’s playing his guitar,
He thinks he’s a big star
The emu in our car
In our car
There’s a wombat in our school,
King parrot makes a rule
‘No wombat in our school;
This is birdy school
Birdy Birdy school
Bird.Dee.School
There’s a dingo on a boat,
A possum on a float.
Koala writes a note-
I’m in a life…coat
Please dingo stop your boat
Ding stop your boat
Stop your boat
Above goes flying fox,
In his orange jocks
With stripey coloured socks
Coloured socks
There’s an echidna in the pub,
Hugging witchery grub
Platypus guards the door
Croc is on the dance… floor
Doing a little dance
Dancey Dancey Dance
Dancey. Dance
Preying Mantis serves up drinks,
Southern Cross looks down and thinks…
Warsaw 1940 certain inhabitants designated
A health risk were ordered to strip naked
Had to shower to become clean this ploy
Caused public humiliation, and showed
Dominence there was also mass quarrantine
Also to your own house that was
Useless in its 'so called mission'
And in fact caused a rise in infection
As the immune systems of people
Lowered due to length of confinement
this was a take on the tried and
Tested method (the public heakth emergancy)
Pioneered earlier that decade in Germany
In declaring a public health emergency i think
In 1933?, this enabled opening the way for martial law
Which was the springboard hitler craved to get
Complete control of the German populace
Any person of Germanic nationality over the age
Of forty years in age, should be able to validate
These events as also george psoriasus and
klaus the louse would be emminently qualified
To so do.' At this moment in the UK a rise in
Typhoid cases is being flagged up by the health
Department..
The things of which we cannot speak
Make us become we cannot say
The thing brought back from yesterday
That praised the strong and crushed the weak
That thing whose name we cannot name
That fathers fought to keep at bay
The thing we thought had gone away
Now clothes our parliament in shame
Klaus Barbie made their king of spies
Elon von Braun their rocket man
Never more true American
A new Gestapo in disguise
As Gaza’s child lies in the waste-
land made by AngloSaxon bombs
From Mariupol and from Homs
The empire script is cut and paste
Old England sees a child as bad
And Gazan children were the worst
For pious butchery they thirst
In sanctimonious garments clad
We stretch barbed wire around our hearts
We tar the untermensch with lies
O Ichabod! the prophet cries
From you the glory now departs
Cruel and inhuman songs they sang
Again the human turned cyborg
London is come to Nuremberg
And from her ropes shall rulers hang
Twas the night before Christmas;
As Mrs. Klaus was washing dinner dishes;
Santa is at the workshop;
He’s got a cold, sucking on cough-drop;
While walking through the snow;
Frozen his left foot pinky-toe;
Had too much cough syrup;
Was so dizzy leaving fell on reindeer stirrups?
Up see, daisy Santa what process ya…
To be stumble fall Newton’s second law (ha ha);
Swollen, fatten solid mass net force fallen;
Proportional to a Mack-truck oops Reindeer runnin;
Twas the night before Christmas;
The phone rings an Elf has called her;
As Mrs. Klaus was drying those dishes;
Toymaker say’s Santa’s out he’s trip and fallen;
Like a drunken man who’s no longer standing?
Broken hand, bruised leg blacken eye ,
--oops! guess wasn’t a happy landing;
12/7/19
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