Long Occupiers Poems
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Gaza Sonnet
A doctor`s house with two daughters came under artillery fire
while he who worked at the hospital in Gaza
Trying to save life after yet another Israeli attack, lost both
His children, the military late apologized.
After the funeral, the good doctor did not seek help for his
Immense suffering , but carried on working while
grief unburdened was eating him up.
One day he went to the beach the sea was calm and blue
He undressed and began swimming he had to get away
A strong swimmer he swam long before an Israeli gunboat
blew him out of the water, red turned to pink and then
ack to calming azure as the warped thinking of the occupiers
said go he should have sought psychological help
For sorrow so deep that no well-meaning words suffice
Nuclear in Norway
Should the Russian army occupy Northerner Norway, they know the way
Last time they came and helped chase the Nazi army out and freed us was in 1945
Russia was popular after the war, Stalin was called Uncle Joe
This scared the USA it quickly sent the Marshal aid
there was a geo-political shift despite open borders
Relentless propaganda made Russians into monsters, but despite this, the borders were kept open
Norway is now embraced in the arms of the US/NATO yes it is the same thing they have 17 bases mostly up North
but has few troops to speak of, should the Russki come
there will be no help from Sweden, is not attacked
and declare neutrality as they did in the Nazi war
The North of Norway is within the Arctic Circle and thanks to the golf current, has ice-free harbors, the best of all the North- pole is only a stone's throw away from the pole
of political interest for bigger nations
What will the US do if they can't shift the occupiers of a rich little country, full of oil and minerals?
Will Norway become the first nation nuked since
Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan
Not just do to; do with:
Do with others as you politically and economically expect and hope with others.
Not just do with; do with each Eternal Moment,
as has always been done with you
and your Elders still flowing within you,
as always will become done with
throughout this eternal
love-life giving
is also receiving
moment.
Resiliently do with others,
as empowering
and co-invested eco-logical you
responsibly expect
and responsively hope
with others.
Not just others;
but all non-Othered others,
living and dead,
and future generations,
regenerations
of not only our species
but all species living on and in Earth's Integral Garden.
Resonantly do
and speak
and listen with all co-arising others,
as polyculturally
and inter-religiously informed you
win/win expect
and synergetically hope
with sympathetic others.
Not just pathetically expect Othering
treatments,
retributions,
complicated relationships,
competitive transactions
and miscommunications
but expect co-empathic re-connecting
re-binding
re-ligioning trust
re-evolving healthy win/win truths
optimizing cooperative and peaceful relationships
of co-passionate intent
and pleasure practice
expect gratitude
to communicate our holistic relationships
of multiculturally re-ligioning grace.
Trust in all life-loving organic others,
as passion/pleasure
neuro- and eco-systemic
mind/body
crown/root
sage/muse
holistic bi-hemispheric ecology re-created you
Without dissociative systemic trauma
passionately positive health-pleasure integrity,
co-activating win/win peace
on
and in
and for
and with
inter-religious advocates
and polyculturing EarthTribe intentional occupiers
co-presently derived
from sacred Earth's Late Great ReGenesis.
The occupiers
Faro is a beautiful coastal town with a marina
and wonderful blue waters, it is an old city with
historic buildings and an inner wall where
the army and rich merchants lived, but there is a problem
you can hear it like swarm bees long before you
see them; rats are building a city in the ancient
the sewer system and get sunlight through
the storm drains, not to forget they a have an army to,
vermin come ashore from long boats, established
a colony thrived and married into the local rats.
At night thousands of them come over ground
and clean the city of waste, the sanitation dep,
has little to do in a town with no litter, but how
long will it takes before the vermin are strong
and ready to expel the humans?
PS. This scribbling was never meant to have political
Connotation.
Hi you guys we're Smokey and Jinky
two cats we are Scottish born
one of us is grey, the other jet black
bright and bushy tailed in the morn
Now we lived in the lovely countryside
so free, staying out there on a farm
occupiers were farmworker and his wife
had only son Gordon their only arm
He was a good boy really liked us
no no!, was totally loving S and J
we lay at night at bottom of his bed
so sweet and comfy till the new day
We would sit on the window ledge
Gordon always looked for us there
letting us in out of the cold
so often to be warm inside care
We're now up in our heavenly land
where we often think of days gone by
our buddy Gordon took us in his heart
united we all were boycats! so don't cry!
(Smokey(grey) and Jinky(black) were two cats we had at home on our cottage by a farm, being my two real friends.)
There is no victory in killing
bombs can't destroy a soul.
You can't ride your rot to heaven
so, you may as well do good-be gold.
Virgins shy away if you're dressed
in someone else's flesh and bone.
To be kind is to be a true king-just takes a little patience.
(to unwind the heart that is).
At first, just pretend that orange is a grenade,
Toss it to the first hungry enemy you see.
They'll give you a wildflower handshake
or a buck-strong smile back.
Now watch them walk a little straighter
wearing the rind of hope,
down burning tire street-
After a while you won't have to pretend. ,
It'll just be a piece of your sterling heart
in which to give away.
Where you're from won't matter-
neither will the color of skin.
Which book breathes life into you won't matter-
The simplicity of kind words and deeds.
Your gift will become the occupiers of your mind
the only occupiers in your life...
Lying in a warm oasis
listening to bird songs,
nibbling dates
sipping pieces of heaven.
1.
Then the Lord said to my heart:
“Remember the covenant I made
with your ancestors.
Not in thunder,
not in palaces,
but on the roads of suffering
where the humble carried My light.”
2.
And I remembered.
I remembered Trubar,
whose words shaped our tongue
like a sculptor shapes stone.
I remembered martyrs
whose courage grew in the shadow
of tyrants and occupiers.
I remembered mothers
Who guarded faith
like a hidden treasure
beneath their aprons.
3.
It was not power that saved us.
It was fidelity.
Not armies,
but prayers whispered in barns,
rosaries slipped through weary fingers,
Lamps kept burning
when hope seemed foolish.
4.
So I answered the Lord:
“Renew in us that courage.
Let us not fear the night
nor the changes of this age.
Teach us to love without bitterness,
to speak truth without pride,
to hold fast without hatred.”
5.
And the Lord replied:
“My covenant is not broken.
Even if a nation sleeps,
I do not slumber.
I hold its heart in My hand
until it remembers to beat
in rhythm with My love.”
No, I'm not one of those who say, "It's nothing, it's collateral damage for just cause."
How much I regret this plight of conscience,
people walking around unmindful of the tragedy.
Have they no trace of humanity?
Are there no rules of war?
Is genocide allowed?
The spirit of contradiction marks the West, shattering tranquility of academic ivory towers, desperately requiring Nietzschean jailbreak; their sorrow is shallowest thing, they're afraid of their own shadow.
Look no further than Nazi atrocities,
are there no lessons from history?
Follow not the logic of occupiers, colonizing morality.
They color the silence of their tongues with crocodile tears.
Today is the impending
Christianity appears tepid we do not think of it
as a centre of our life.
I dislike all religions they are fairytales for adults
that demands to be taken seriously.
Ladies decorating the church with flowers while secretly
lusting after the vicar.
We remember Blair and Bush both are Christians
in its name, they invaded Iraq and killed thousands
of perfectly innocent people,
The Christians have for hundreds of years and foisted
their version upon masses who already have a god.
The occupiers of Palestine belong to the western culture
and they will be the biggest losers when the weakness
of our insipid culture cracks as the world implode.
Dissenters dominate the streets,
The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
The best path to reelection.
Yet remonstrations rally relentless,
One man’s terminal chokehold
A symbol of structural racism.
A metaphor for the socioeconomic suffocation,
The clamor and commotion
torn and tormenting in every town.
Protestors street hue and cry,
voices of the marginalized and forgotten .
A human chain of disputant dissentients,
Occupiers striking for a new order.
Rebels demanding
a new systemic justice.