Poetry – God, King, Country but above all me

God,  King, Country but above all me

Beneath the veneer of morality

God, Queen and country

The Tory party

They’d sell their children

For a cup of tea

A thimble full of prosperity.

If it gets them on

They’d claw out your eyes

Ravage your genes

Fog out the skies

Stuff all your children

Full of their lies

Bring back the birch on prime time TV

Hang all the scum in the land of the free

Forget the homeless in deserved poverty

We’ve got the philosophy

Of the terminal greedy

This is the land

Where the rich hold the cards

Make the decisions

Run hunts through your yard

Posture and sneer

If you protest – you’re fired.

Opher 8.4.95

This poem seemed appropriate in the new Tory Britain.

I dug this one out of the archives from twenty years back. It seemed just as relevant now.

I am a socialist idealist. That means I believe in a fair society with justice for all. I do not believe that workers should be exploited by bosses or that there should be a huge differential of wages and wealth. I am not opposed to there being a differential – it is when salaries and bonuses become obscene that I object. Some people are greedy, selfish and uncaring. They take from the poor to enhance themselves beyond all reasonable levels.

I do not believe people should have benefits and hand-outs unless they really deserve them. They should work for a living and receive a fair days pay for a fair days work. I believe we should stimulate the economy to provide skilled, well-paid jobs for working people. I believe we should do away with zero hours (except for the few who are in circumstances where it suits their needs) and low-paid work.

I do not believe in patriotism – I want a global community where all people are valued equally. No race is superior to another. We are all one species.

I do not believe in monarchy. The robber barons of old stole the land and riches through force, violence and callous brutality. The monarchy and aristocracy have blood on their hands.

I believe the Tory party represents business, banks and the wealthy. They were set up by the wealthy to look after the interests of the wealthy. They are a disaster for public services and ordinary people. They give working people as little as they can in order to ensure re-election and avoid riots. They always give tax breaks and concessions to the rich who they represent.

I wrote this poem in 1995. I had Thatcher’s duplicity and viciousness ringing in my ears. I saw the decimation of industry, destruction of well-paid jobs for working people, deliberate wrecking of working communities, breaking of the unions and policies that favored the bosses.

I fear we are in for another dose of the same – The proposed anti-union laws, cuts to public services and policies that put power in the hands of the people.

I predict riots and social unrest.

Poetry – God Too

God Too

I’m the power in your sun

The atom and the wind

Giving light its speed

Its colour

And its spin

Arising out of nothing

To make your sunset glow

Organising your bodies

To your neurone flow

I give life its mystery

Creating all the laws

That keep it all in motion

Its perfection

And its flaws

You make me into Gods

Religions and Holy books

But I evade all your

Interpretations of my looks

You will not find me concerned

With how your life should run

Providing you with morals

For what is

Or is not done

I am not a human

Apart from the cosmic flow

I connect you to the mystic

That you cannot know

Your religions try to capture me

As I appear to you all

But I spiral through the words

Of the prayers that you call

Everything you think is real

You create it from the void

And you are doomed

To live the life

With which your dreams have toyed.

Opher 8.2.99

I suppose I think there is some mystery, some mystical element behind the universe. It comes out of nothing in a big bang – from nothing to the universe in a fraction of a second; atoms out of nothing. There is energy flowing through the universe. There is size beyond comprehension. There is infinity and the void from which it comes. There are atoms that cannot wear out and energy that goes on forever. But is there a plan or purpose? Is there a God that is concerned with morals and human destiny? Is there an after-life? That is too human to me; too convenient. If there was a God it is one God; the God of all religions – no one special sect. The morals and the dogma do not hold with the mystical. I ridicule it. Religion is the biggest tyranny. It has held us back for thousands of years, stopping progress, inhibiting ideas, constraining thought, filling us with dread and fear, sin, evil and paradise, Heaven and Hell. It is human concocted rubbish that does not hold up under scrutiny. It merely moves you on to a series of other questions. So what happens after Heaven? Where did God come from? What purpose could there be to eternity? Mysticism I can equate as some flow of energy but religion is a pathetic attempt to explain things that are beyond human imagination and god is a construct. 

Poetry – The Great Ape

The Great Ape

I am the great ape

Who grew an imagination.

I imagined god

And I imagined a nation.

I imagined money

Music and fashion.

I am the great ape

Who grew an imagination.

Opher – 13.9.2020

I blame it on religion.

We have lost sight of what we really are. We are apes.

Nothing more.

Intelligent apes.

We have this absurd notion that we are superior to every other form of life.

We are not.

We are apes.

We feel we are separate from the web of life that exists upon this planet. We are not.

We are apes.

We are part of the great web of life that has evolved.

We invented this notion that we were specially created by some god and alone, out of all the creatures on the planet, have a soul.

This is wrong.

We are apes.

We have no soul.

We evolved on this planet the same as every other creature.

We think that all life was put on this planet for us to use and abuse at will.

It wasn’t.

It evolved the same as us and has the same right to live as we have.

We think that all over life is so inferior it does not think or feel. So we can torture and slaughter it with impunity.

That is wrong.

They feel. They feel as much as us.

We are apes. No better, no worse.

The sooner we understand that the better.

Poetry – Nobody likes Taxes

Nobody likes Taxes

Nobody likes taxes

But most of us like roads.

Without structure

Society implodes.

The schools are important

And we all like to be secure.

That’s what we have

The police and army for.

We like all our services

To run smooth as silk.

But moan about politicians

And people of their ilk.

We all want our freedom

But don’t like being bombed.

We expect the secret services

To stop us being wronged.

We don’t like to be controlled

Or our liberty constrained.

But we want all the terrorists

Locked up and contained.

No, we don’t like paying taxes

Until things start going wrong.

Then the daggers start coming out.

It doesn’t take too long.

Opher -25.11.2020

Once we were free and now we’re not. We have 68 million people crammed in this island. Most of them are OK, if a little awkward at times, but a minority are a real problem. We have thiefs, murderers, religious fanatics, rapists, scammers, bullies, violent idiots, crazy fools, paedophiles and obnoxious troublemakers. Without law and order we’d be in trouble.

We no longer live in little tribal groups where we can easily sort matters out. Even back then, when we could, there were always bands of brigands who rampaged around killing, raping and plundering. We had to build great walls around our cities to keep us safe.

We need to get around. We need an infrastructure – roads, train, air. It needs to be secure from the idiots.

We need safety, police and army. There are threats from inside and threats from outside. It’s sad.

We need laws, courts and justice to control the lunatics and violent people.

We need a health service to help us when we’re ill, a welfare system for those who fall on hard times, a pension system.

We need energy and water, sewage and garbage collection.

We need local services.

It needs organising and paying for.

If anything goes wrong we soon start to notice. It doesn’t take long.

It needs organising.

With 68 million that takes a lot of doing.

We don’t like interference. We want to be free.

I think it’s a question of balance.

We don’t like paying taxes but they are a necessary evil.

In Scandinavia, where the taxes are high, the standard of living is high, playgrounds, cycle paths, public baths, parks, great education, good housing, low crime. In the USA there are ghettos, poor education, an ignorant population and high crime rate, thugs for cops and armed militia.

I know which I prefer – a tolerant, liberal society with higher taxes.

Poetry – Boris Passed This Way

Boris Passed This Way

Boris disguised as Santa Claus

Passed this way not long ago.

Without his pet dog Cummings

The cheerleading dynamo.

He looked so incredibly dishevelled

As he messed up another task,

While playing clever party tricks

Like speaking out his arse.

Opher – 23.11.2020

Such a genial buffoon. Such fun down the pub.

It disguised a clown of a man who comes from over-privileged background and, even with the perks of office (free cars, accommodation, meals and heaven knows what) cannot live on £150,000 a year.

A man so inept and lazy that, in order to gain power, gave the Tory Party to a bunch of extreme Brexiteers and allowed Cummings to pull all the strings and cause chaos.

A man who every time he opens his mouth creates a crisis.

For some reason the British public thought it would be a great idea to let him run the country.

Now look at us!!

Now he says we can all meet up in December and January. We can come together in December to celebrate Christmas! We can all then reassemble in January to bury the dead!

Poetry – Early Morning

Early Morning

Hazy morning sunlight,

Glowing behind

Gossamer banks of striated clouds,

Bathing fields and hedges

In buttery radiance.

Diaphanous clouds

Tinged with pinks, oranges and greens.

Trees silhouetted

In clumps of skeletal tendrils

Against an ocean of mist.

That film of vapour

Lying in pools

Mysteriously shrouding

The sloping landscape

In mystic inscrutability.

Opher – 22.11.2020

To walk up on to the hills in the early morning is to enter a different world of great mystery.

The mist hangs low across the fields as the wan sunlight pierces the thin cloud bathing the land.

It reveals a world of great beauty, flooded with subtle pastel colours – glowing.

It reveals a mysterious world in which humans are alien, a world of faeries, goblins and imps.

It is tantamount to peering through a stained-glass window into a different universe.

Poetry – Now they sit

Now they sit

Once upon a time the land was ruled

By a bunch of robber barons

Who took what they wanted by force –

A squalid set of felons.

With brutality, cruelty and murder

They terrified every woman, child and man

Built their castles and seized the land.

With sword and dagger they plundered

In an orgy of greed – a despicable band.

The tyrants and thieves terrorised

Taking the best for their own use.

Requisitioning land and taxing the poor,

Dealing out violence and abuse.

Gradually the majority exerted their power

And civilisation was brought into play.

But those Robber Barons still sat on the wealth

They had squirrelled away.

Using their money and through use of their power

They control us until this day.

A selfish elite of greedy exploiters

Who believe they deserve what comes their way.

Once they were slavers and factory bosses,

Keeping down pay

And never counting their losses.

Once they ran the empire

To extract all its wealth,

Creating wars and division

And ruling by stealth.

People believe they are a thing of the past

Long consigned to history,

But they still exist on the spoils of their crimes.

It’s no mystery.

Once they led the bestial hordes.

Now they sit in the House of Lords.

Opher – 17.6.2020

Down through the centuries the robber barons have ruled. Nothing changes. Their dynasties extend back into the days when they rampaged and slaughtered at will.

Now their ways are more subtle. They use privilege and wealth, corruption and connections, to ensure they have luxury.

They are still exploiting.

Poetry – Covid for Reg and Iris

Covid for Reg and Iris

I’ve been in isolation for ten weeks now.

It’s been a terrible time.

The wife, she’s had covid

And she’s hardly in her prime.

I struggled to look after her,

And then the wife’s father died

But we couldn’t attend the funeral

We had to stay inside.

I was worried that I’d get sick too

And then who’d look after us

But if you give in to worry

You’ll jump beneath a bus.

So we struggled on

And somehow we’ve got through

It’s left the wife real weak though

Hardly a ‘small flu’.

We’ve been scared and terrified

Without family support.

No-one to talk to,

And shopping to be bought.

Every time I stepped outside

I thought I’d catch the virus

And end up dying on my own

And then who’d look after Iris?

We do everything we’re told to

And are always washing hands.

There’s just one rule for us

Another for those who rule these lands.

But if they go spreading the disease

It’s not them’d die.

We’re the ones it’d do in

Iris and I.

Opher – 27.5.2020

The reality is that it is the poor and elderly who are at risk and who are not supported.

The vulnerable are expendable. They’ve had their life. Who cares?

Well, there are people who care – the volunteers who man the food banks, soup kitchens and deliver to the elderly.

The Corona Diaries – Day 232

I’ve spent most of the day writing – which has been enjoyable. It involves listening to a lot of good music!

I’ve been playing a lot Jackson C Frank which always makes me feel a little sad.

This afternoon we took a walk along the cliffs at Bridlington. There was a diffuse foggy, autumnal light that was very strange, eerie and interesting. Very different to last time we came. A carpet of leaves greeted us in Sewerby gardens. A pleasant walk.

Back in Coronaland I thought it would be interesting to compare the death rates of my chosen countries:

USA (top of the list) – 239,000 deaths (Population 331 million)

Brazil – 163,000 deaths (Population 212.5 million)

UK – 49,238 deaths (Population – 68 million)

Vietnam – 35 deaths. (Population – 97 million)

New Zealand -25 deaths (Population – 5 million)

Well, you can do the math. If New Zealand was compared, population-wise, to the USA there would be 1,650 deaths whereas Vietnam would just have 140 deaths. For me it clearly shows what a mess Trump, Bolsonaro and Johnson have made of things. Populism – inept and irresponsible.

In the USA it is continuing to surge with another 130,553 cases and 745 deaths. Despite this appalling record, Trump is doing everything he can to hold on to power. I notice that the international observers gave the election a clean bill of health. He doesn’t care if he destroys democracy! I see Biden is already taking steps to sort Trump’s mess out!

In the UK we have another 21,350 cases. They let it get out of control!! Can they get the genie back in the bottle??

Well mass testing might come to their rescue. That seems to be the best hope for the near future.

The vaccine might appear before Christmas but will only be used on Care Homes and key workers. It won’t get rolled out to us until Spring. That another four or five months to get through! I’m pleased to see that they are talking about funding the NHS to deliver it. Use the professionals!! That’s what they should have done with Track and Trace! We wouldn’t be in this mess.

This isolation is becoming very wearying!! I might take to drink or dope in a big way!!

Just 5 months to go Folks – Stay safe!