Burn in Hell
Taliban,
Klu Klux Klan,
Out of the fire
And into the pan.
Evangelist,
Missionary,
Intolerant
Scourge of man.
Arrogant,
Superior,
Treats everyone
As inferior.
Taliban,
Klu Klux Klan,
Out of the fire
And into the pan.
Opher – 18.8.2020
Poetry – The Myth of Solidity
The Myth of Solidity
Atoms are not solid.
They have no substance
Just energy
And force-fields.
Emerging out of nothing,
To create something,
As reality builds.
We’re dissecting quarks
To fathom out
Infinity,
As the truth yields.
Antimatter and matter
Swirl in fresh space and time
With all the might
The cosmos wields.
This is the real quest;
The search for understanding.
Opher – 17.8.2020
Poetry – Who are the Goons??
Who are the Goons??
Who are the goons?
The Zombies?
The mindless men in uniform
Who carry out the tyrant’s will?
Who are the thugs
Who follow the orders
To beat and shoot their own people?
Who are the torturers,
The Stormtroopers
And snatch squads??
The ones who enable the evil?
Who perpetuate fear and terror?
Who enjoy the power?
How do they become such heartless goons?
Do they think?
Do they feel?
Have they not got minds of their own?
Were they born
Machines of the state?
Or did they just grow mean?
Without the goons
Tyranny is powerless.
So who makes the goons?
Opher – 17.8.2020
Poetry – Seats of Power
Seats of Power
Castles and cathedrals.
It was once so clear where the power lay.
Ramparts and spires
Reaching up to the heavens.
Kings and Bishops
Rules over lands and congregations
Deploying threats and weapons.
Now the banks are the fortresses
Whose facades
Seek to impress and intimidate,
Whose vaults hold power.
As people and nations
Place their faith in the mighty dollar
Influence and corruption rule
As bankers preside
From their new ivory towers.
Opher – 17.8.2020
Poetry – The Dance of Reality
The Dance of Reality
Neutrinos dancing in the dark.
Electrons walking the Planck.
Matter and antimatter
Waltzing through time,
Blinking in and out of existence,
Heading from nowhere
Towards a rendezvous with nothing.
Quarks cavorting,
Electrons swirling,
Energy and anti-energy
Cheek to cheek
Capering
Through the 11 dimensions of M.
Frolicking in magic.
Gambolling in mystery.
Romping along the membranes of space and time,
Stringing us along.
Here, there and everywhere
In this infinite dance of reality.
Opher – 16.8.2020
Poetry – Unseen
Unseen
Unseen,
As clear as thin air,
Transparent,
Invisible,
Floating on the breeze.
Lingering,
On every surface,
Silent,
Retiring,
Unobtrusive.
Not wishing to draw attention to itself.
Simple,
But clever.
Effective.
Like the best of burglars,
It seeks to break in,
Silently,
To pillage.
But what it steals
Is your life.
Opher – 15.8.2020
Poetry – Who is this?
Who is this?
Who is this full of fake news?
Spreading misinformation to confuse?
Sowing division, with a short fuse?
A man who has never paid his dues?
Who is this who loves himself?
Who only cares about his wealth?
Puts global warming on the shelf?
And cares not about the planet’s health?
Who cosies up to the NRA?
To Putin and Kim – to our dismay?
To evangelists and the KKK?
And doesn’t want the BLM to have their say?
Who is this who loves his power?
Surrounded by an ignorant shower?
Always lived in his ivory tower?
Making gaffes and nonsense by the hour?
Who is this king of fools?
Who never follows any rules?
With an empty head and lack of tools?
Pampered and privileged at the best schools?
I think I know!
Opher – 15.8.2020
Poetry – I’m on holiday
I’m on holiday
I’m on holiday in reality
Making use of every minute
So much to do, so much to see.
Packing everything in it.
Not a moment to waste
I’m only here for a while.
Look at the size of my smile!
I’m on holiday in reality
Soon I’ll be gone.
Just the blankness of infinity
It’ll end,
It won’t be long!
But what a privilege – to be!
To be conscious and see!
To think and wonder
At sky, tree and sea!
I’m making the most of this brief sojourn,
Even on such a dismal day with its dreary morn.
For the universe is a wonder to behold
Each moment worth its weight in gold.
I’m on holiday in reality!
Yipeee! Yipeeeeee!
Opher – 13.8.2020
Poetry – A gesture in the face of infinity! (for Nwagbo)
A gesture in the face of infinity! (for Nwagbo)
I live my life in a moment
Treasuring everything that comes to be.
I cherish every breath and vision
From endless sky to sparkling sea;
From the chords of planets
To the sound of peoples’ glee;
The flowers, birds and creatures
From elephant to bee.
I strive to make it better
Not content with what I see
For our endeavours on this planet
Usually end in catastrophe.
I’ve only got a short while
But death does not worry me,
For I know, when my life is measured –
A gesture in the face of infinity!
Opher – 13.8.2020
Poetry – It should be easy
It should be easy
It should be easy.
If we all work together –
There’s more than enough.
There’s plenty to go around
If we shared it reasonably.
It’s not too tough.
Some want too much.
They’d take it all
If they thought they could.
Not caring
About the damage they do
Like they really should.
It should be easy.
If we all work together –
There’s more than enough.
Opher – 8.8.2020
If it wasn’t for the greedy people the world could be a wonderful place.
There wouldn’t be any wars.
There would be no poverty.
The planet wouldn’t be wrecked.
Nature would be looked after.
If it weren’t for the greedy people.