Poetry – Give me wonder – a poem for ISIS and other fanatics.

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Joy not Living Death

Give me wonder

I wrote this for ISIS and all religious fundamentalists.

I do not believe that life and joy can be spelt out in a doctrine. Life is sacred in a different way.

We do not have life and worship death. We have life to cavort in the wonder and majesty of a universe of marvel.

I do not believe in any joyless god who demands such mundane worship that it strangles the spirit. My sacred is in the sunset, the gorge, the mountain and tree – the things that raise the spirit and allow the mind to soar.

My wonder does not create hatred. It is not cruel. Neither does it make me virtuous or superior and reduce others to the level of worthless scum.

I want the ecstasy of now not the empty promise of some paradise.

I do not believe in paradise. Neither do I believe that any terror would open up those gates even if one did exist.

Those holy books of dead words betray life. They give the lie to all that lives and rob the world of majesty.

My holy is in life. My holy is real.

Give me wonder

Give me wonder –

I do not need your routine.

Do not break things down –

Build them up!

The sum is greater than the parts.

So fill me up

With discovery!

Celebrate!

Don’t drown me in hate

Or fill me, moribund,

With dead words

From days gone by.

Give me life;

Let me sing.

Fill my eyes with beauty,

Not tears.

I want to cuddle, not kill.

I want to live now,

Not in some fabled future.

Give me love.

Burn your books

And live.

They speak not of life but death.

They have no joy.

They reek of ritual

And are obscene.

Give me light

And breath

And hope.

I’ll live now!

I’ll live now!

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Opher 14.1.2016

Poetry – Drabness

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Drabness

They would stifle our lives,

Suffocate us

With their drabness,

Steal our joy,

Silence the notes

And create

Oppressive sadness.

Opher – 12.11.2019

I was minded to write this poem after watching the Ken Loach film Jimmy’s Hall. In that film the claustrophobic Catholic Church put a stop to dancing, teaching and music. They had the hall burnt down and Jimmy forcibly transported.

But it could have been any fundamentalist religion. It could have been the Taliban, ISIS or Boko Haram. They would have our women uneducated, locked up at home or behind veils, to ban music and to force everyone to pray.

Poetry – There was a boy

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There was a boy

There was a young boy

With a bomb

Strapped to his chest.

In the shadows

Stands a man

With a button.

All because of what

Is believed

And why?

They are waiting

For the innocents

To gather.

Hate and lies

Prejudice

And fury.

All in the pressing of a button.

Opher 14.4.2016

There was a boy

The news was reporting that Boko Haram were using young boys and girls as suicide bombers.

Like paedophiles they groom their innocent children victims, feeding them lies.

They point to the people who they claim are evil. These people believe differently. They are heretics, apostates and loathed by god. They are thoroughly loathsome. The Koran states that the unbelievers should be killed.

Allah demands that they should be punished for their crimes of belief.

They were required to do Allah’s will.

They would open their eyes in paradise.

They are not trusted with the button.

The man in the shadows presses the button, watches the outcome, and smiles as the nails and bolts fly among the organs, tissues and limbs.