Poetry – Respect – an observation about the disenfranchised and gangs

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Respect

 

Young males with little reason to buy in to a system in which they have no status.

Uneducated and disenfranchised with no place.

Full of resentment and anger.

Relying on tribal grouping.

Drugs, guns and knives – plenty of attitude.

Girls and respect.

Living for the moment.

Fighting for their block.

Fighting for their lives.

Fighting for fun.

Twisted by life.

Where cruelty is endemic.

Where status is the game.

Where hardness is the currency.


 

Respect

 

Respect to die for

And die they do –

Living the high life.

 

A sneer,

A bullet,

A smack

And a knife.

 

Life is fast,

With a swagger.

And brief pleasure

Amid the strife.

 

Nothing can be perfect

When it comes down to respect.

 

Opher 16.5.2016

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Poetry – Looking forward – a poem of immense optimism

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Looking forward

 

If we do not keep the hope alive then life is unbearable. We have to dream.

Somewhere in the future there has to be a life that is better than the one we live, a world that is fairer and less violent.

It is true.

If we measure ourselves against the past we see that we are not so cruel as we were. The bear-pits, and cock fights are gone. The brigands no longer pillage and rape. We no longer torture people to death or burn them at the stake. We have become more civilised.

The zeitgeist we build will be better. It is something to work for.

Before we destroy nature completely we may yet come to our senses.

 


 

Looking Forward

 

I’m looking forward

With a good heart

And a wish,

To a day

When there is

A healthy dream.

 

I’m hoping

And breathing my wishes

Into the wind

With the desire

That they might

Bear fruit.

 

I’m in love

With the future,

With its ripe world

Of possibility,

In which all things

Are imaginable.

 

Hopes, dreams, desires, love

And wishes

Are all

I have to offer.

I crave

They are enough.

 

Opher – 13.5.2016

Poetry – Your absence is noted

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Your absence is noted

 

Life goes by exactly the same until it changes and nothing is ever the same again.

It is all so mundane and ordinary, even when momentous events are taking place.

One side of the window is catastrophe.

The other side is bathed in normality.

There are worlds separated by a pane of glass a universe thick.

Life goes by right up until death intrudes, so rude, so unexpectedly predictable; so shocking.

Your absence is noted

 

All the colours were the same,

Tinged with disbelief.

 

Inside it was clinical –

Curtain drawn around a bed,

And all was still and neat.

 

Outside, the sun shone as usual;

Another bright sunny day

Towards the end

Of a fabulous summer –

The warmth belying the mood.

 

Nothing was real

Until I touched the cold

Hard white marble of your face

Then the whole universe shifted.

 

Outside the window

It was now bleary.

A man walked his dog.

A woman entered the phone box.

An old man with a stick,

Bent and stiff,

Walked slowly past,

Carrying a bag of shopping.

 

How could it possibly

Be so ordinary?

 

Opher 13.5.2016

Poetry – Laughter as the ship goes down – a poem of despair

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Laughter as the ship goes down

 

If you want to be popular you produce fun things for people to read and avoid anything with gravity. If you want to attract a following you avoid all subjects that can cause division or distress. No mention of death, politics, war, environmental destruction or social conditions. No hint of trouble in paradise.

You keep things uncontentious.

We can produce nice humour-filled pieces of fun.

We can report on entertaining films and books.

We can write about everyday life.

We can do safe fashion and style, or perhaps cookery and meals.

We can write about inconsequential trivia and pop culture.

 

Meanwhile, just over the hill, they are strip-mining the wilderness, pouring effluent into the river, skinning dogs alive, bombing hospitals, burning people in cages, indoctrinating children to hate, poaching elephants and rhinos, slaughtering chimps, producing more children than can be kept alive, playing in sewage, dying in droves and filling the torture chambers.

 

But I see that Doom has just been released on PlayStation.

 

Laughter as the ship goes down

 

Laughter

As the ship goes down;

Entertainment

To distract.

No need for thought

As everyday

We pay

Our income tax.

 

As forests burn;

Flesh fries;

Guns crash

And creatures die.

 

The chauffeur

Is greed.

The mantra

Is fun.

 

As long as we are Ok

For now

There is no need to fear.

Everything is alright

In Eden

Isn’t it?

 

There is nothing we can do;

Nothing we can say.

So let the avaricious fools

Get on with it

As we play the day away.

 

Opher – 9.5.2016

Poetry – We are family

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We are family

 

Life began once on this planet. From that one improbable instance, all life flowed.

It covered the world in green.

Through the magic of chance it created complexity.

Through the wonder of luck it created consciousness so that we can now see.

The chances were astronomical. But the universe and time are astronomical.

Who knows if we are unique or there are billions of planets across the universe teeming with conscious beings? Both are equally terrifying.

All this richness of life, that we are busy destroying, this complex profusion, is balanced in harmony with the planet.

Those most conscious, the whales, dolphins, gorillas and chimpanzee must wonder like us.

The chimps are our closest relatives. Less than 1% of their DNA separates them from us. Yet they are slaughtered for bushmeat.

One day we may awaken to the fact that we are part of this magical connection, this majestic web of life – and that our close cousins are deserving of our protection.

I wrote this poem to celebrate our relationship.

 

We are family

 

We are family

Gorilla, chimpanzee and me.

We share the DNA

That is in our family tree.

 

Back through ages

To the primordial sea –

Connected to the

Mother cell through our biology.

 

All one together

On a green gem in harmony.

Connecting all of us

For all eternity.

 

Opher 27.4.2016

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Poetry – I sense love

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I sense love

 

It may only be endorphins playing havoc with the brain but love overpowers all the senses, heightens and elevates everything.

Never is the world so full of colour, the flowers so full of scent, the bed so soft or the mood so raised.

Love does this.

If we could only live each day in love there would be no war or hate. It melts everything negative into its warmth.

It fills the dreams with sweetness. It encompasses the whole world and wraps it in a hug.

Love is the antidote.

May it last forever.

 

I sense love

 

Let me look at you

And feast my eyes.

Let your voice

Warm my heart,

Smell your scent

On every breeze,

Feel you

In my dreams,

And taste

The love between us.

 

Opher 26.4.2016

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Poetry – From the heart – dedicated to the 96 and all who loved them

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From the heart and back

There is a world with, a universe in which we live. The outside world is unreal – merely constructed from electrical impulses sent in from nerves. We do not see a real world but merely the one created by our brains – partial at very best.

We have no way of knowing if the universe really exists at all.

For if I severed all your senses and fed in those electrical pulses your brain would live within that artificial universe.

So the me I am, is my greatest creation. It is all I have but even its most cherished memories are constantly reinvented.

What is real?

So when we love and communicate, using whatever symbols, we must surely always fail. The symbols of language are approximations of our thoughts and feelings, limited and partial. To be interpreted by another universe whose rules are different. They can only ever brush the surface -–surely?

Yet not.

‘I love you’ stirs the heart of both the donor and recipient the same.

Love is the greatest communicator of them all.


 

From the heart and back

 

I wrote a poem from the heart.

It was only words –

Letters arranged in symbols.

But I tried to capture

The dreams

Within my heart

And cage them in black ink.

 

Your eyes scan those symbols

While your brain

Unshackles the concepts

They contain.

Each momentarily freed

To connect,

To rebuild,

Those same dreams

I saw within my head.

 

I trust the dreams

Built within you head

Were full of love

The same as mine;

A mirror image –

You love I.

 

Opher 27.4.2015

Poetry – Ignorant savages – a poem for all fundamentalists everywhere.

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Ignorant Savages

 

I wrote this following the spate of disgusting murders in Bangladesh carried out by barbaric, uncivilised, ignorant religious fanatics in the name of Islam.

They have taken to hacking people to death with machetes.

They feel it is their religious duty to kill all who do not believe in what they believe.

So far they have brutally hacked to death secular bloggers, university lecturers, westerners, people of other faiths, gays and people who have given up Islam.

In their eyes they are justified to mete out this inhuman punishment because god demands it through the selected texts they chose to twist.

They are planning to hack their way through 6.7 billion of us.

I do not understand this insane logic of intolerance, arrogance and cruelty. These insane imbeciles have no doubts and show no mercy.

They include the uneducated and brainwashed.

There is no place in the modern world for such depraved monsters from the Dark Ages. They blacken the name of Islam and religion. Their arrogant fundamentalist intolerance needs stamping out by the twin powers of the gun and education.

No sane god would tolerate such depravity or reward their viciousness.

If there is a god or karma they will all rot in hell.

 

Ignorant savages

 

Ignorant savages

And psychopathic lunatics

Imbued with cruelty

And lust to inflict pain;

Using excuses

Of medieval texts

To justify

Their sadistic thirst.

Killing in the name of God,

Torturing for pleasure,

In vain hope of paradise.

 

If only Karma were real.

 

If only there was a just god.

 

Their ‘paradise’

Would be every bit

As horrific

As the hell

They create on Earth.

 

Opher 25.4.2015

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Quote number 3 – Nick Harper – The Magnificent G7

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Nick is a great humanitarian and all-round nice guy. His intelligence soars through all his work and raises his genius in songwriting to pertinence.

This quote in the lyric/poem from The Magnificent G7.

The world is run by a group of seven powerful countries. They are represented by seven men. They have the power to end poverty, create peace, stop environmental degradation, end overpopulation and make the world a better place for all human beings and creatures.

Instead they wrangle over self-interest and greed.

Meanwhile the poor starve and the wild-life is slaughtered.

‘Poor men can hope but there’s not much time  You have the power to banish the poverty

Holding their fate  You’re living in a movie  But you are only seven men  Really only seven men  You are only seven men they are nations

Break them some bread for their children  Who are their dreams who are their future

Holding their fate  You’re living in a movie  But you are only seven men  Really only seven men  You are only seven men they are nations

Mountains of money  Mountains of grain  Mountains between you  Mountains of shame

Holding their fate  You’re living in a movie  But you are only seven men  Really only seven men  You are only seven men they are nations’

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Poetry – Light and warmth from many summers given and gone – ode to a cherry fire

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Light and warmth from many summers given and gone

I still look sadly at the large empty space where the cherry tree once stood. Instead of a huge pink mound of ice-cream between my house and the houses beyond, there is now a vacuum and nothing is masked.

There will be no new leaves to seek the sun or fruit for the birds this year.

The tree became sick and, as with any suffering creature, I had to decide its fate. With buzzing saws it was reduced to mere timber.

I chopped and hacked that wood and stored it in a pile behind the wall, sheltering it from the elements.

Through this winter I have brought those logs into the house and on a cold winter’s evening it has heartened our room with its stored light and heat and brought much pleasure into our lives.

Today I collected the last of it and scrounged around for the last small twigs with which to last the evening.

Tonight we will enjoy the cherry tree for the very last time and I will gaze into the flames, and think of it in all its pomp, and celebrate its long and wonder filled life, and thank it for its gifts.

 

Light and warmth from many summers given and gone

 

Today I collected the last of the twigs,

Sufficient for one more evening.

I scavenged the ground for enough

To provide one final fire.

 

Tonight I will stare at the flame

As it releases the work

Of many decades of labour.

The wood will shine one last time.

 

In beauty it stood proud

And would now have been

In blossom like a pink

Wedding of bloom.

 

In summer its green leaves

Would have sighed under blue skies

And hidden the ugliness

Of brick and tile beyond.

 

Its fruit would have

Briefly hung in rich profusion

Before providing rich pickings

For the birds and ne’er a one for me.

 

And as it releases the

Light and warmth of all those

Years of sun into my home,

I will think of it once more,

And in my heart

I will thank it

For the joy

That it so freely gave.

 

Opher 24.4.2016

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