Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Sworn in by Cheney ain't no Taint!

Senator feeling like a saint;
blocks the Chi guy with Blogo taint!

[Senator halo flickers faint;
office sanctified by Cheney stained!]

Monday, January 05, 2009

Joyce Kilmer's "Tree"


I think I cannot stand to see

more war victims on tv;

bodies dragged, trundled and carried,

laid in the street, witnessed, buried.

Their buildings rubblized, complete

and their tormentors complain

when they must seek

shelter if they hear

a big "sparkler's" might be near;

this shelter's finished, it's a room

far finer than a Palestinian home.

Israelists gossip and chat

inside, a minute, two, that's that.

Gaza City? Not one structure
left intact.

the supreme israelist

was compelled to say,

"We're teaching them a lesson,

for scaring us today;

scare us? you will die, our way.

his racist contempt for the "other"

oozed from round his eye's balls...Hey!

he's had "some work done,"

betcha five!

what kind of villain calls it a lesson

when he kills 600, many children?

Next day? Kill 100,
their casualty-
It's fair to them!
They are "RIGHT"
that's right,
far to the right
of the Reich!

Charles Manson was abused
by his mother, unfairly used,
imprisoned most of his life,
came out a monster-killed on sight.
Too bad for all when folks get screwed;
they're twisted with a short, hot fuse.
often it is their children too
Israelists , they've got a clue
they're monsters, but they've paid their dues,
if you piss 'em off, that's death to you.

Think a sec, this guy's top dog
on international tv;
all world leaders, their people too
are watching to see what he'll do.

And, straight-faced, no hesitation,
he's playing teacher
and this is his "lesson."


Proverb for Palestine


ashes, ashes

israel wins

so thinks
its life
will now
be good

it got its way,
killed everyone.
(but look!
it took
all the dead

richard pryor joke;
Judge: But why did you kill the whole family?
Accused: umm, 'cuz they wuz home ?)

there is a price
for such icy
to pay;
may be
or every day;
til then
stay home,
pray ghostliness
its holy

Sunday, January 04, 2009




if the parallels were less obvious,
or were eerie when recalled;
if our appetites for the barbarous
did not spring,
from a lust to fight and fall;
if, when hope was bounteous,
unheard were Furies' calls;
if from the rubble piteous
"enemy" cries did not enthrall

if enemies were friends and we lived long
enough to hear a glacier's second song,
would we then needs pursue the peace
to ensure long life is sweet?

if endlessly creating
our own feasts and famines
were not our history,our chosen fate,
we would have stopped conspiring
to make our own expiring
but an unseemly sacrifice
to hate

dead children laid beside their mothers,
cries and screams from mourners;
living only loss, our own or others,
refusing or unable
to rise out of
our fable:
"The powerful can triumph,
possess everything,
turn the bloody tables
and suck good life from evil"

no volunteers for enduring
a life long enough for learning
from the hanging and the burning?
that life in peace and contemplation
obviates the lying desperation
for expiation?

those who love the war and gore
and name their weapons "Predator"
display the human evolution:
our guises, self-deception
achieve high sophistication,
yet, we are the same
as we ever were
and it's our weapons
rise to heaven.

not a vision into forward time
emerging from a dream:
not killers' drones nor minds so fine
will ever start the meme
of our flying, high and free,
of our own deathly vices.