Poetry – We Were Just kids

We Were Just kids

We were playing revolution,

Making rules as we lived each day;

Throwing out the constitution

Laughing all the way.

We were just kids.

We knew we were immune

We had the bravado of youth.

We could write any tune

And sing it on the hoof.

Rejecting all the leader’s men

Institutions and the laws.

Throwing out the court’s pen

The rules and the scores.

We were just kids.

We knew we saw a better path

One without greed and power.

A way that was full of laughs

Making love by the hour,

Full of naïve innocence

That provided amazing clarity.

We were certain it all made sense

Armed with great hilarity.

We were just kids.

We were just kids.

Opher 1.8.2015

We Were Just kids

I often think back to the days of my youth when everything seemed so clear. I looked at the way the world was being governed and thought it was completely insane.

I’d met people from a range of cultures and discovered they were people just like me. We could laugh and love without hatred or prejudice. So where did all this fear, violence and paranoia come from?

It had to be the politicians, the media, and the institutions. The world was being run for people to exploit and make money, for power and wealth. It created nations, wars, inequality and led to distrust, paranoia and hatred.

I believed there was a better way. But I was just a kid. I thought it would be easy. All you had to do was explain it well enough and everyone would understand. It isn’t as easy as that. A small minority of people are vicious, deranged, damaged and indoctrinated. They need to feel good about themselves and they do that be placing themselves in positions of power. We are governed by sociopaths and psychopaths. They set the tone for everything that happens. Too many people are traumatised by abuse, war, bereavement, ill-treatment, bad upbringing or bad experiences. They need assistance.

I was young. I believed everyone had a core of humanity and was open to reason. I had faith that I could talk my way out of any bad situation.

I’m not so young any more. I think it isn’t quite so easy. But I still believe that most people are good and that those who aren’t are sick and damaged. That should be our priority; to heal the sad and traumatised. That’ll make things better.

I’m not so young anymore.

I know it’s a big job.

Poetry – I’m White

I’m White

I’m white in the light

But I’m black at night.

For a genus so bright

It seems we rarely get it right.

Now I don’t mean to be facetious

But I’m not proud of my species.

Geologically we’re new

Though we think we know it all.

We take in the view

But before the sky we’re small.

We may share all the genes

But don’t know what that means,

Worship Gods, Kings and Queens

And still want to steal the scenes

Now I don’t want to be facetious………

I see air-head studs

Posing on the beach

Of the apocalypse

For dead-brain bitches

With fake tits

Smacking their lips.

I guess that while there’s still air to suck

We’ll fuck it up.

Opher  5.4.98

I’m White – a poem about my species and stupidity.

Somewhere out there are a bunch of blinkered white supremacists.

Somewhere out there are a bunch of blinkered black supremacists.

Somewhere out there are a bunch of blinkered brown, red, pink, orange, yellow and green supremacists.

The Jews, Christians and Muslims all worship the same god and kill each other for it. Seemingly she delights in giving different commandments to different cliques. She probably is a bit disturbed and enjoys watching the terror it causes.

There are some with so much they can afford to sponsor wars while others cry because they haven’t got a mouthful to feed their children.

Politics, religion, skin colour, ear-lobe shape, gender, height, eye-colour, nose shape, breasts – it doesn’t take much to start a war.

Poetry – Leave me be

Leave me be

Leave me be,

Sandpaper me,

Put pins in my body.

Burn me with fire

To the dirge of some midnight choir.

Don’t ease my thirst

Make it worse.

I don’t want to recover;

I want to suffer.

As you can see,

I’m happy here

In agony.

I’m quite alone,

Cut to the bone,

Happy in silence,

With nothing

To make any sense.

Don’t give me another session

I’m deliriously happy

In my depression.

Opher 7.1.96

I wrote this poem in response to a strange court case. A group of sado-masochists were being prosecuted. They were performing weird and extremely painful acts on each other that included sandpapering their genitals, putting pins through their testicles, and nailing themselves to the table. They were filming this and sending it to each other.

Now I have no inclination towards S&M, I find it peculiar and a sad reflection on our repressive sexual culture that ends up confusing sexual feelings with pain, violence, punishment, subjugation and degrading acts, but I could not see why a group of consenting adults who were doing no harm to anyone else but themselves should be prosecuted. They were publicly humiliated (they might have enjoyed that bit), lost careers, split up families and were imprisoned.

Surely what consenting adults chose to do in private is up to them?

Poetry – HORMONES

HORMONES

You can build a machine that goes to the Moon

Talk across the world

Design the shape of a new teaspoon

Make a camera that records the beauty of a moment

Write a poem

That speaks of new love in a ferment

When you can breed a new type of flower

Or make a garden gnome

You should be able to see further

Than your last hormone

Together we could build paradise here on Earth

With a bit of wisdom

And a whole lot of shared mirth

Build the machines that take away the drudge

Travel the universe

On a wink and a nudge

When you can talk to the world

On your cheap car phone

You should be able to see further

Than your last hormone.

OPHER  31.12.97

Foreign policy and public opinion seems to operate on the whim of hormones and not brains.

People are whipped into frenzy by the press.

Politicians go for popularity and votes.

The public react to headlines.

The people behind the scene manipulate the news.

Who are these people and what do they want?

Democracy runs on emotions. The manipulators of emotions lurk in the advertising agencies, think tanks and spin-doctors.

The truth is not what happens but what is perceived to have happened.

Instead of people whipping up public emotions for profit, power or advantage we should have more cerebral discussions. Decisions on how the world is run should be made with electricity – not chemicals.

Poetry – Angry

ANGRY

My mind is crippled

My emotions crawl

My memory limps

My psychology stalls

Somewhere between the mindless and the mean

Between the leaders and followers

What is and might have been

Between the sickeningly sweet and the vicious kick

Between the awesome mystery

Religion and the sick.

Somewhere between the ageing and the end

Between the discovery and death

The laws to break and mend

Between the exploiting cynic and the devotee

Between the moments that matter

And the lives of you and me.

There must be more than this

There has to be a way

That gives a sense of purpose

With something real to say

Opher 23.10.96

I am often dismayed by the vacuous nature of most people’s lives. Thoreau said that we lead lives of quiet desperation. Most of us get bogged down in narrow horizons of daily chores. We go through life like cattle chewing the cud in fields; without a thought for the future of life outside the field. I see a whole world the other side of the hedge and an abattoir just down the road.

I always promised myself that I would live life to the full, experience it and wring it dry. I promised myself that I would not sink into the rut that I saw my parents slide into. There was more than work, a routine and telly.

There is a world to engage in. There are huge issues to become involved with. There are things to create. There is a future to help build.

Once you start seeing what our glorious leaders are doing; the inequality, destruction and selfishness they instigate, and the level of hypocrisy that is involved, the insanity they preside over, it fills you with impotent fury.

I want a simple, happy life of enquiry, creativity, friendship and purpose in which we preserve the planet for our grandchildren and all manner of life that lives on it. I do not subscribe to endless growth, wealth creation and unsustainable destruction.

I am consumed with the desire to do something about it. I want a positive zeitgeist!

Poetry – Castles, Cathedrals, Banks and Facebook.

Castles, Cathedrals, Banks and Facebook.

Castles and cathedrals –

Once so clear

Where the power lay.

Ramparts and spires

To reach up to the heavens.

Kings and Bishops

Gave way to bankers.

Mighty edifices

Towering into the sky,

Screaming power and wealth.

Now Internet giants

Wielding power to make or break,

Build their temples –

Impregnable and glassy,

Reflecting their glory.

Whoever these people may be

It is always our money used

To elevate themselves.

They peer down at us,

And reign over us.

Opher – 15.10.2020

I found it interesting walking around in Vigo Spain. The Cathedrals were beautiful and empty, the castle ramparts dilapidated, the banks had incredible facades with statues and art but were beginning to look grubby.

Once the castles and cathedrals held all the power. The Kings and Bishops vied for supremacy. The buildings were the symbols of their authority.

Now the King’s power has gone and the churches no longer hold sway over people.

The power moved to the banks. They accumulated vast wealth – sufficient to make or break nations.

But in the modern day even their wealth is small compared to that of Google, Amazon and Facebook – whose wealth and influence dwarves everyone. They influence elections and control our lives. Their headquarters are the modern-day cathedrals – screaming where the power lies.

Poetry – Tory Propaganda Rag

Tory Propaganda Rag

I’m reading the Tory propaganda rag.

It makes me feel so good.

Hating all those foreigners

Just like I know I should.

Five million Turks

Are on their way

And the EU wants control.

But I’m wise to all their tricks

I know they want my soul.

The BBCs a leftist hive

And the civil servants are all red.

But Boris will sort them out

That is what he said.

The Muslims are all terrorists.

Refugees want my job.

There’s rapists, killers and drug dealers –

A complete leftist mob.

I’m reading the Tory propaganda rag.

I need my shot each day.

It puts me right on everything

And tells me what to say.

I know the facts are right

They tell it like it is.

With the Tories in power

We live a life of bliss.

Opher – 12.10.2020

The establishment run the media and drip-feed vitriol into the homes of everyone.

Lies and damn lies.

Spin and spin.

They tell us black is white, who to fear and which conspiracies are truth.

If you oppose the establishment then they’ll have it in for you. Everything you do will be exaggerated misreported and your name will be mud.

The media owns the minds of the people. They tell you what to think. The establishment formed the Tory party and bought up the media. They want to pu;ll the wool over our eyes, stop us questioning, stop us thinking and stop us voting in anybody who is not for the establishment.

That’s the way it works.

Poetry – The Crest of the Zeitgeist

The Crest of the Zeitgeist

We’re riding the crest of the zeitgeist,

Madly careering along.

It’s into our minds,

Into our thoughts

Leading us a merry song.

It’s great when the spirit is positive,

Filling us with its joy,

But when conmen get busy

With fear and lies

They play like it’s their little toy.

It’s time for us to take charge of the zeitgeist,

Wrest it back into our hands,

To counter the lies

Fill it with hope

And spread truth back through the lands.

Opher – 9.10.2020

I wrote this as I was on my walk yesterday. I was just thinking how the Brexit campaign and Donal Trump’s election was so based on fear, hate and lies.

They used the spectre of mass immigration, terrorism and threats to our way of life to strike fear and generate hate. They played on racism, xenophobia and nationalistic patriotism.

It is so easy to do. It has been the tools of unscrupulous politicians forever.

The fall-out from 9-11 was fear and uncertainty. Exactly what the terrorists wanted.

They wanted us to go to war and stir up more hate. They wanted us divided and for allies to fall out, blocs to crumble.

Well with Trump and Brexit they got everything they wanted – division, war, hate, breaking up of power, disintegration of the very fabric of society, uncertainty, loss of belief in politicians, experts and scientists.

They undermined the entire West.

Looking back to pre-9-11 it was a stable, happy time. Looking now, it is a time of racism, division and violence.

Time to move on.

The cycle is changing.

Dump the liars. Start dealing with the real problems – climate change, biodiversity, world population, pollution, inequality, poverty and war.

There’s a new era of hope blossoming. I feel it.

The Corona Diaries – Day 191

It’s Autumn, the sun is weaker, the light weaker, the grass is dying back and leaves are beginning to change colour. My eye is still troubling me with this painful photophobia. I work up in the night, looked at the time and the light from my watch sent stabbing pains in my eye. Not good.

But my thigh strain is almost better!

I stayed in all morning waiting for the BT engineer who never came. Couldn’t watch the football last night – TV won’t stream. Internet is on-off and slow and the phone cut out. That’s 4 engineer visits that have not materialised, along with 4 promised ring backs. This is a saga that’s been going on since March. Is this a record? Is it just BT?

I do need my internet. This is pathetic.

So this afternoon I took a very pleasant walk up my hill, picking blackberries on the way (brambles up here). The sun shined and it cheered me up.

Back in Coronaland Johnson admits that all his contradictory instructions have made things so complex nobody knows what they are meant to be doing. That puts us all in the same boat as him then!

Because of the spiralling virus cases, we are going to have the joy of a weekly Downing Street conference. Simply not good enough! In this time of great national crisis, we need a leader who talks to us daily – reassuring, instructing, advising. Instead we get a buffoon who is glimpsed laying bricks or in wellingtons and is prevented from opening his mouth because he keeps putting his foot in it.

So we have another 7108 new cases and 71 deaths. We have shutdowns in the North West, Birmingham and Leicester. We have an increasing number of people with lengthy or permanent damage to heart, lungs and brain.

Scientists are predicting up to 50,000 cases a day unless the government gets a grip on things.

More and more is coming out about the appalling mess of Brexit that the clown got us into. Already more has been spent than we paid into the EU since the beginning. Nobody spoke about an army of civil servants, huge new customs posts and an army of customs officers, massive new red-tape, tariffs, the south of England being transformed into a lorry park, increased food prices, food shortages, an end to scientific collaboration, having to spend billions producing our own inferior versions of sat navs, nuclear arrangements and terrorism information, car companies fleeing to Europe, a huge exodus of other companies, job losses, firms closing and worse working conditions, wages and environmental standards.

Wasn’t this all going to be the easiest deal ever and save us £350 million a week? Lies lies lies LIES LIES LIES!!!!

The other worrying thing is that in order to get Brexit we’ve ended up with a Tory government made up of rabid right-wingers (all the sensible ones like Rory Stewart were purged). All they care about is Brexit and everything else isn’t getting done. What a mess!

Of course, they’ll let Johnson get Brexit done, blame him and dump him – hoping that we’re all stupid enough to think they are wonderful.

We’ve got three more years of these inept extreme clowns. Try to stay safe!!