Poetry – Why Ask What and When? With so Little about Much? – Just playing around with words.

Poetry – Why Ask What and When? With so Little about Much? – Just playing around with words.

I love playing around with words. There is much we need to know and we have to ask the right questions in order to get the right answers. But then there is always the question of what to ask and when to ask it.

If you ask at the wrong time you don’t get the right answer. But what do you ask? There is so much to find out.

Why Ask What and When? With so Little about Much?

 

Why do we Ask so Much to achieve so Little?

When What we need is so Much.

What Why should we Ask?

Why when? Is the question.

Why Ask When What is an issue?

 

Opher 15.4.00

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A Limerick for Cameron – a poem (of sorts)

A Limerick for Cameron

 

There was a public schoolboy of prosperity

Who lumbered us all with austerity.

For party not nation

To win an election

He left us Brexit for posterity.

 

In an attempt to throw raw meat to the rabid right wing of his party he chucked them Brexit. Instead of thinking it through, planning and putting together a campaign, he left it to chance.

It obviously should have required a sixty forty vote. There was no talk of the benefits; the peace dividend, the working conditions, workers’ rights, financial benefit, collaboration, science, car industry, environmental considerations, antiterrorist activity or a myriad other benefits. He just allowed the extremists to paint a picture of mass immigration, terrorism, Muslim extremists taking over, an EU superstate robbing us blind and Germany controlling us. A pack of lies.

He’s left us with a diminishing power, a buggered economy, huge costs and blithering Boris Johnson.

A Limerick for Trump – a poem (of sorts)

A Limerick for Trump

 

There was a spoilt rich kid called Trump

Who liked to get his hands on some rump.

He generated fake news

So all of us lose

And divided the world with a thump!

 

What an ironic idiocy!

A superrich, privileged, spoilt rich kid who has had it all laid out on a plate, with a history of exploitation, cheating, lying and racism, is pretending to care for working people.

This formicating, immoral snake oil salesman also appeals to the evangelists.

How gullible can people be?

He hasn’t got a clue what he’s doing, cosying up to Putin and Kim Jong Un, pushing away NATO and the UN. Spreading fake news, undermining the media, science and all experts (except when it comes to dealing with his own affairs), denying climate change, hurling threats and abuse, interfering with other countries politics, creating wars and violence, and generally being coarse, rude and obnoxious.

Analysis Shows Top 1% Gained $21 Trillion in Wealth Since 1989 While Bottom Half Lost $900 Billion

‘Eye-Popping’: Analysis Shows Top 1% Gained $21 Trillion in Wealth Since 1989 While Bottom Half Lost $900 Billion

“The top one percent owns nearly $30 trillion of assets while the bottom half owns less than nothing.”

This article says it all:

https://www.commondreams.org/news/2019/06/14/eye-popping-analysis-shows-top-1-gained-21-trillion-wealth-1989-while-bottom-half?utm_campaign=shareaholic&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=facebook&fbclid=IwAR2aoHRYvl9QGCOrX-EG5Y0WTG468hMxwLCzugTIMienLZJ5fe2BmOE8pb8

I think we’re heading for a revolution!

Bob Dylan – Forever Young – A song of heart-warming sentiment.

Bob Dylan – Forever Young – A song of heart-warming sentiment.

I dedicate this to all the followers of my blog.

After the brilliance of the sixties, following his ‘accident’, Bob went into a poor phase. It gave rise to a new excellent phase in the seventies with the albums Blood on the Tracks, Planet Waves and Desire. It did not reach the heights of either of the two majestic brilliance of the acoustic and then electric sixties phases, but it was still great.

This song was typical. While it lacked the social significance the level of poetic imagery was great. The sentiments were warming. This wasn’t the snarling Dylan of Bob in his vitriolic hipster phase, this has the sound of a happier man.

“Forever Young”

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

Poetry – Existential Threat

Existential Threat

 

There an existential threat

Where everything is under attack.

Flat earthers and religious fanatics,

Along with every quack.

 

They are attacking the tenets

On which our life is founded.

Spreading lies and fake news

So we are left confounded.

 

For two hundred years, or more,

We’ve built a society based on law,

Science, engineering and experts

Raised us from being poor.

 

Not all politicians are bastards

In it for personal gain.

Some set up the NHS

To raise the poor from pain.

 

Some built council houses.

Some fought for the vote.

Some strived to end slavery.

Many are worthy of note.

 

But now we’ve got lying bastards

In the Whitehouse and at number ten.

Spreading lies and fake news

Undermining it all again.

 

They feed on hate and division

And support the extreme far right.

Stuffing their coffers and

Shitting on us from a height.

 

They don’t care what they rip apart

As they service their own end.

They’ve split the world apart

And made enemies of friends.

 

We’re back in the Dark Ages

In a world of lies and superstition.

Where rational thought

No longer rules our decisions.

 

The fat cats pull the strings

As they grab a bigger slice.

Using gross confusion

As their controlling device.

 

Letting these bastards gain control

Has created this existential crisis.

And we’re only just beginning

To realise what the price is.

 

Opher – 12.10.2019

 

 

In this post-truth era nothing is believed. They have successfully undermined all the experts, scientists and rationalists to pull the rug from under our feet.

In a world where nobody believes anything they can say what they like, do what they like and get away with murder.

They tell us all experts are wrong.

They tell us that the media is crooked.

They tell us that all scientists are in the pay of crooks.

They have supported every conspiracy theory going.

The UN is a communist plot.

The white helmets are globalist control.

We never landed on the moon.

There is no environmental crisis.

The population increase is not a problem.

9/11 was carried out by the CIA.

The earth is flat.

They tell us that global warming is a scam so they can go ahead, wreck our national parks, chop down the forests and make a fortune.

They have successfully undermined all rational thought, exploited every failing to create doubt, and, for personal gain, are spreading the seeds of division, hate and confusion.

They have successfully undermined all experts, scientists, the media and rational thought. Their lies are believed.

This is probably the biggest existential crisis in the history of western civilisation.

Opher’s World – Some views.

Opher’s World – Some views.

Views

I stand Full Square for living and wringing every last drop out of every second. I want a full life of fun, love and friendship. I am loyal and greatly value loyalty.
I believe in the power of love and understanding to heal and nurture.
I believe in tolerance, freedom and equality.
I stand up to be counted when the chips are down and will put all my energy and strength into opposing racism, intolerance, indoctrination, religious fanaticism, violence and oppression.
I abhor tyranny and coercion.
Those that try to restrict the minds of the young need opposing and those that inflict their religious or political beliefs on children should be locked up. That is the worst crime of all. Everything should be open to debate. Put it on the table and argue your case with all your strength. There are no facts.

In Search of Captain Beefheart – seems to be my most popular book on Rock Music

In Search of Captain Beefheart – seems to be my most popular book on Rock Music – It’s a memoir about my life in Rock Music searching for the excitement and brilliance – From Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Roy Harper to Jimi Hendrix and White Stripes. It’s a journey.

This is a memoir that takes you from my early days, first singles of Rock ‘n’ Roll, through my experience at live concerts and festivals in the sixties to the present day. It’s full of photos and reminiscences as I set out on the search for the holy grail of Rock.

I got to see and meet a lot of the best. It’s all in here. Here’s some reviews:

‘Rock music lovers and anyone who has lived through the sixties and seventies will LOVE this book!’

‘One man’s journey to find his “religion” which arrives through his “prophets” Roy Harper & Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band. Disjointed/anarchic depending on your viewpoint but readable with some good photos. This man is obsessive about his rock music.’

‘The title is a little misleading; as it is not a book about Beefheart , but rather an account of growing up through the 60s and 70s in Britain. For people like myself 60+ year’s of age and like the author, a keen collector of records and tapes, this book will have a deep resonance. It was like living my early years of music all over again, as Mr. Goodwin kept mentioning the recording artists that I knew.
An enjoyable read, made for the coach, train, or ‘plane trip.’

If you love Rock Music you’ll find this fascinating.

In the UK:

In the USA:

In India:

Anecdote – The motor-biker and the cat.

Anecdote – The motor-biker and the cat.

When I was a young man living in London I had very long hair and used to go in to work on my motorbike, complete with leather boots and leather jacket. I had a great 350cc Enfield with ape-hangers and used to love weaving in and out of the traffic jams and breezing along with my hair flying loose behind me.

I had a job in a college, while I did my research, where I had been put in charge of the Animal House. I used to love animals. I took care of them. The downside was that I also had to kill them when they were needed for experiments. But I figured I could at least give them a happy life while they were alive.

One morning, making my way through the rush-hour, I saw a cat dash out in the road and get hit by a car. The back wheel went right over its head.

I pulled in and went over to it. It was mewing horribly and trying to drag itself to the pavement. Its back was broken and its rear completely limp. There was blood coming from its ears and it was obvious to me that it was distressed, in agony and did not have long for this universe. Making a quick judgement I quickly dispatched it on the kerb.

It was only then that I looked up to find a whole bus queue looking aghast at me. They had just witnessed a Hell’s Angel dash a poor cat’s brains out in front of them.

I quickly got back on my bike and drove away.

What would you have done?

Let’s build a massive bonfire! – a poem

Let’s build a massive bonfire!

 

Let’s build a massive bonfire and incinerate all that’s good.

Let’s start with collaboration. It never worked the way it should!

Chuck out partnership. Who needs to work with you?

I want to do what I like. Nothing less will do!

 

We could ignite it with the heat of truth –

Say what you like – who needs proof?

Stoke it up with compassion and fuel it with love.

I want to watch those flames lick so high above.

We’ll chuck in a helping hand and throw in tolerance.

Forging hate and ignorance as we watch the firestorm dance.

 

Yes – let’s build a big bonfire and incinerate all that’s nice!

It’s a world of dog eats dog where life’s a roll of dice.

We’ll live for cold cash and stab everyone in the back.

We’ll form our own tribe! You’re on your own – Jack!

We’ll burn down the forests. Who cares about the planet?

And dig up the national parks. As for opposition – we’ll ban it!

 

So let’s build a massive conflagration and get back to naked hate!

We’re in danger of creating too nice a world.

Let’s destroy it before it’s too late!

 

Opher – 11.10.2019

 

 

I wrote this in response to the despicable rise of nationalism, the far right, Neo-Nazi’s, populism and elitism.

I wrote this in response to Trump, Brexit, Johnson and Bolsonaro. These are the greedy, selfish fools who, for their own gain and lust for power and wealth are prepared to destroy all that is good.

They are throwing away collaboration, partnership and environmental responsibility for a world of isolation, hate and violence.

They are putting decades of peace at risk. They are stoking up hate and division for personal gain. They are slaughtering animals and flattening forests for short-term profit. All that matters in their world is themselves, cash and power.

Their vision is isolation, desolation and destruction.

There’s so much more to life than money.

Power creates tyrants.