Perestroika, a love letter
Glasnost beaten by the devil
prison camps revitalized
repression modernized
for the new world
new wars the same young men die
Ukraine's children bleed red
Putin's delusions
unraveled Russian humanity
He could suffer no longer
he sang songs at the piano
in reminisce
languishing in time
that seemed to move backwards
solitude became intolerable
A marked man buried
never forgotten
in the wind a soft voice whispers
come my love
I await you
Love Raisa
Categories:
perestroika, america, death, integrity, leadership,
Form: Free verse
What about China?
When they compel you to stay home,
imposing cloaks on nature's beauty
as a fellow friend becomes a foe
and the media unhorsed propaganda
Can we all all ask
what about china?
When old Brit's prime minister
masked tyranny by orders
confining millions to solitude
for the fear of his fickle frame
susceptible to the Wuhan's scourge
can we all ask,
what about China?
When confused men make projections
to feed the greed of the tech giants
or to maintain the cult of the pharmacy
as the media control our lives
as we surrender our freedom to fear
can we all ask
what about China?
So fast was the manipulations
so wide did it spread
so gullible were we all without reasons
to ascent to the communist schemes
who will ask my questions?
Are they clear of the scourge, and we are not?
Can we all ask
what about China?
Communism mocks you all
Perestroika and glasnost seeks revenge
so while your media makes the rouse
as ignorant men speculates,
turning humans to masked animals
obfuscating nature's beauty
can we all ask,
what about China?
Categories:
perestroika, abuse, analogy, angst, anxiety,
Form: Lyric
india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts
arab spring revolution
china tiananmen square uprising
russia perestroika collapse
world's most time-tested country india
india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts
grainery-rich country india
spacecraft country india
missile country india
world's most etopian country india
india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts
earth offers india gravity
sky offers india space
people offer india resources
world's most populous country india
india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts
Categories:
perestroika, celebration, freedom, hindi, independence
Form: Sonnet
Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.
Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat.
In Kursk are cadres countable as quarks,
and proles in Petrograd? Like hunting snarks.
It’s Putin’s perestroika, not Pol Pot.
Why did the whole thing vanish in thin air?
Why’s Sputnik spat on? Why is red so square?
We needn’t be complacent in the West.
There’s lots to learn within the Warsaw Waltz
for, as a tool to scrutinise the faults
of Christian Capital Conquest, it’s the best!
Categories:
perestroika, satire,
Form: Sonnet
There was a man with life in tatters
didn't know where to turn to
his wife left him children and all
nowhere to live what could he do
Then one day met a stranger
told him of his terrible plight
come with me he said kindly
we've spare room to spend night
From then they became firm friends
got him a regular job and income
eventually got a home of his own
it all started with that small crumb
When things come crashing down
on your own life is such trouble
then you must build your first brick
blow hard to make your bubble
That first step's so important
to go forward at that time
once it's taken you're on move
life's hit your peak in your prime
(I have written this poem inspired by the word "perestroika".
The best translation from Russian I can come up with is "rebuilding", but it is not quite so, the word means tearing down for the purpose of building better.)
Categories:
perestroika, change, life, work,
Form: Rhyme
“Who are you going to call for; what do you have to say?”
~ R.E.M., “Good Advices” from the album Fables of the Reconstruction (1985)
It’s really for the best you know
Those apples weren’t so yummy
We’ll find our way again to grow
Our own to feed our tummy
And if they cost a few cents more
That’s hardly cause to panic
They’ll be clean like they were before
No pesticides – organic
Some influences come across
That don’t fit and for certain
No part of that can be a loss
This is no iron curtain
Which won’t be coming back at all
The border won’t be shutting
Our local businesses this fall
Will thrive with no job-cutting
With all that said he bids adieu
No more are we connected
We know his words as he knows too
May have been intercepted
No way have we to more than guess
Just what he’s really thinking
No way he’d safely dare confess
Reform leaves his heart sinking
~ Thanks Always Returns
Categories:
perestroika, conflict, food, freedom, home,
Form: Verse