BOYCOTT ISRAEL

 As you don't care about the people

now being slaughtered in Lebanon,

Iraq, Palestine, Syria and Yemen

by your military, then don't bring up

the long dead and demand sympathy

claiming to represent them - you

would just misuse it, as always, excuse

more carnage, that's the use you have

for those murdered dead you have made

your fortifications against justice.

They were innocent, you are not.

They were victims, you are not.

Let them rest in peace, and let

your own victims live in peace.

But you won't, until forced.

29.09.2024

IN THE FOREST WHERE WE USED TO WALK

The forest paths between summer

and winter filled with fallen leaves

of alder, aspen and birch, autumn's

scattering amidst firs and pines,

and far in the distance murmur

that could be the summer leaving,

the winter blowing in coming time.

29.09.2024

THE CAVALCADE OF THE GROTESQUE

Palestine and Lebanon have revealed to us,

in all the tens of thousands of deaths, the utter

emptiness of all the self-declared values

and virtues of the 'West' (and which

Iraq and Vietnam should have taught

us permanently); yet the 'West' still

believes it and Israel can just pretend

that nothing has happened, that

nothing has changed, that the Emperor,

his satrap leading him in a chain,

and all in their slouching entourage,

wear something else and more than blood.

29.09.2024

HOW THE PRESS PRESENTS THE SLAUGHTER TO ITS AUDIENCE

Opposing an ongoing genocide makes you "controversial"

according to the very same press that claims that killing

70 000 people in your career and bombing four countries

in a single day makes you "a great political survivor".

29.09.2024

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REMEMBER

Some people want to see the world burn,

but they are only succesful thanks to

those people who do nothing

to stop them.

Remember this.

Remember the people

who did nothing to stop this

conflagration, remember their guilt.

29.09.2024

HER POWERFUL WORDS

One man’s need is another man’s frivolous want,

she wrote and although it seemed obvious

to him that his need was "the real thing", how

can one, objectively, separate the merely

frivolous from a need that is true? Subjectively,

he knew it wasn't frivolous, but trying to look at

 it from a neutral point of view... Even with those

piles of words he had wrought, how could

anyone else be able to say for sure that his

was a true need, perhaps (or not) deserving

some positive response, and not a mere

frivolous want to be dealt as such? Even

if something is powerfully felt on the surface

doesn't mean that it can't be a shallow thing,

lacking true depth. He believed otherwise

about his announced need,  but her words

carried a firm question in them, and he

could only give that old answer of men,

so easily given by many, "Trust me."

26.-29.09.2024

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DOG TO DOG

Dogs are barking and wailing

in the night, a long-distance

conversation not for us; as

much as we think ourselves

the masters, this is dog to

dog, the part of their life

solely theirs, not ours. 

26.-27.09.2024

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TODAY AT AZZUN ON PALESTINE'S ISRAELI OCCUPIED WEST BANK

In occupied West Bank's Azzun Israel shot dead

32-year-old Zohour Qassem Amour and wounded another

woman, a 73-year-old, shooting her in the head, and two

girls, aged 9 and 15, the little girl shot in head and wounded

critically. What Israel did in Azzun today will not matter at

all to the leaders of the major 'Western' states, the 'Western'

press will give it a few lines well down in few articles, perhaps,

but imagine Russian occupiers doing the same in Ukraine

and you would have headlines screaming about the atrocity.

Now it's of no importance here in the 'West'. Slava Ukraini!

26.09.2024

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LUNAR BEAUTY

Soon  the swans will be gliding

on autumn's dark waters, lunar

beauty amidst the desolate

expanse of October.

26.09.2024

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BY AN OPEN WINDOW IN THE EVENING

Even the distant sound of the traffic

from the highway fades in the dusk,

like a river calming as it comes to

its delta, approaching the sea,

its vast, dark depts.

26.09.2024

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AS THE LIGHT DISAPPEARS FAST FROM THE LAND

The window open to the dusk, to the cool

air of the evening, last remains of the light

of the day the was, an autumn day carrying

a golden touch of the summer that was.

26.09.2024

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NOT YET

The wind calmed, in the dusk

pale pink clouds moored over

the darkening treeline, an hour

and all this will be in darkness,

night black as any, but now

not yet a single star

in the deepening blue.

26.09.2024

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THE WORDS REMAIN, FOR NOW

And then the evening is here, dusk,

the hours spent on words, on poems,

the light going,  but the words

remain, for now.

26.09.2024

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EMPIRES IN THE EYES OF TIME

In the eyes of time

all empires are rubble,

all the kings and presidents

but bones and ash in the soil,

all their great victories

overwritten by the final defeat.

The crown fallen, the banner

laying in the dirt, the walls

crumble and night

embraces one empire

after another until

humanity learns to live

without them.

26.09.2024

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ON THE STATE MURDER OF MARCELLUS WILLIAMS

The politicians and judges who execute

the innocent believe they themselves

won't be executed even when guilty.

26.09.2024

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TO HIS MUSE

Put a poem in the hook,

drop it in the water

and the fish bites.

26.09.2024

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AN EASY CHOICE TO MAKE

I could go and take a walk in the sunshine,

or I could make another pot of coffee,

translate a second Vachel Lindsay

listening to physics video, and

postpone my walk to the dusk,

into the long shadows, silences

of the rapidly falling night, and

it's an easy choice - I get up from

my chair and go and open the faucet

to pour out the words transformed.

26.09.2024

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HE HOPES

Writing, he hopes that now and then he

would excite her enough with his words,

so that she would play with herself,

that he would get her to moan

in pleasure with his words,

her own fingers his instrument.

26.09.2024

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OPEN THE WINDOW, HUMAN BEINGS

I remember seeing bees and ants

dead between inner and outer window

panes as a child, their little forms

pitifully curled in death, wondering

how could they have become trapped

between those two clear walls beyond

their understanding, and as an adult

I think of humanity, trapped among

the walls it has built for itself, but

capable of just opening the window

and flying to the wide open spaces

beyond our self-imposed limitations.

26.09.2024

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HE IMAGINES HIMSELF TROUBLING THE DRIVER

In the morning, awakening

he again brings up again

those images, gazes

at them, and choosing

that image with the panties

imagines it without them,

her pussy bare and his

hand between her thighs,

exploring, obstructing

her driving.

26.09.2024

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INTO THE WINDS OF FALL

Opening the window to let the buzzing fly

go out is letting the last of the summer

among autumn in, the light and warmth

disappearing in the winds of fall on

which the fly takes its final flight.

26.09.2024

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HE PRAISES THE IMAGES OF HIS MUSE

Black-and-white, in colour -

all are beautiful, those images

that make the heart beat faster

and the mind go all aflutter, 

images which make the words

run, just see how many today

have flowed from your spring.

25.09.2024

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THERE'S ALWAYS DISTANCE SEPARATING US FROM WHAT WE LONG FOR

What can't be gained drives human beings.

You can be Neil Armstrong and walk on the Moon

and the lunar dust flows through the fingers

of your glove, you can be Sylvia Earle and walk

on the ocean floor and the sediment billows

around you, flows through your claw, but you

can never touch the regolith of a billion years

with your bare hand, you can never touch

the sediment of a million years with your bare

palm. Even in the triumph there is a separation

that keeps the human being at a distance, in

their tight cocoon of a shell separating them

from the universe around their flesh.

25.09.2024

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PAST IS DEAD AND BURIED

The past is dead and buried

in our veins, there it flows

to the day our heart stops

beating, there it flows

to the day our mind stops

dreaming of what was,

the past dead and buried

at the root of all our thoughts.

The past is dead and buried

when we are dust and bone.

25.09.2024

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A SORT OF CHINESE PASTICHE

The great river flowing to the sea he steps

into a boat, raises anchor and sets sail, 

yet the poet never follows long the flowing

stream, drops anchor before the waters

reach the far-arriving waves which

speak of the blue sparkling depths.

He's there, on the riverside, watching

the boats go he will never board again,

on some pier drinking, gazing at

the Moon setting behind the mountains,

as the years roll towards the ocean's rest.

25.09.2024

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THE AUTUMN WIND

The autumn wind rumbles, the pale

blue sky a shredded banner with

a golden edge between white-gray

clouds, leaves tumbling withered

from the grasp of branches into

the wind's far-carrying embrace,

and that voice of the wind speaks

to your summer-longing mind,

it rips the leaves from your soul.

25.09.2024

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STAY IN CONTROL

There is so much he would like to see,

in black-and-white and colour, but be

cautious girl, stay in control, from your

dainty hand share what you find fit

and nothing more, as much as he pleads

and tries to get you to the backseat.

All he can give are words for beauty.

25.09.2024

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ALL THERE IS, IS THE FUTURE

Many people claim they live for just this moment,

that they have no time to think about the past

or the future, that they are busy people - when

all that there is, is the future, and when they

will soon be past, past for the busy future.

25.09.2024

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WHAT BOTHERS ME

We will likely never know for sure what was before

our universe came into existence. We can throw

 educated guesses into the dark, we might make

entire universes ourselves on some distant date,

yet never know for sure if there was something,

ghost of a dead cosmos and vacuum fluctuations,

a black hole birthing us, a cosmic bounce - or

nothing, nothing at all, or some civilization in

another universe mass producing universes.

It bothers me, this mystery hidden behind

Big Bang, but not as much as a child dying

under the rubble of a bombed home in Gaza,

not as much as  people bring driven to a ditch

to be shot in Darfur, not as much as Rohingya

escaping rebels and junta drowning in the river

that was supposed to save them from death.

21-25..09..2024

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ON A SEPTEMBER MORNING

 Somehow morning colder

than the night, somehow

the light of the morning

doesn't dissolve the dark

from the mind gazing

at the dying fields of fall,

over which blow the cold

winds, cold winds coming

to rip the colour from

the trees of autumn.

21-25..09..2024

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THE CHILL WINDS OF THE FALL

Mid-day, the winds are

blowing fierce, and all the dim

green under the overcast sky,

all the red and gold, swaying

in the winds, swaying in

the chill winds of the fall

that blow over the withered

grass and hay on the fields

directly into your thoughts.

25.09.2024

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NEW CALEDONIA

France seeks blood in New Caledonia.

No wonder it supports Morocco

in Western Sahara, Israel in Palestine.

France seeks blood in New Caledonia.

No wonder - those who stole the land

stand with those who steal lands.

25.09.2024

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THOSE PRECIOUS GIFTS

Of course he desires to see her

bare, those hands revealing what

they hide, those panties taken off,

those thighs opened -

just like he would desire to have

her on his lap, his hands exploring

her, just like he would desire

to have her - yet he is more

than delighted with what is given,

in black-and-white and colour,

grateful and excited and amazed

for these precious gifts.

25.09.2024

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HE GAZES AGAIN AT THE LAST THE IMAGE HIS MUSE SENT HIM

He imagines moving her covering hands

from her breasts, gently placing his own in

their place, cupping both in his yearning

palms, and then kissing each in turn,

again and again, without preference,

each breast tenderly taken care of.

25.09.2024

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AFTER THE DREAM ENDS

He awakens lusty, still reaching

for what the disappearing fragments

of the dream tell him should be there, but

is absent, the female form that was

so warm and soft pressed against him

in the dream as true as this chill morning

that finds him alone under the blanket.

19.-25.09.2024

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WE NEED TO FINALLY RISE UP AS A SPECIES

What separates humans from other animals

is our immense capacity for cruelty against

members of our own species, not our vaunted

intelligence. It's our cruelty, our bottomless

malice. We are a species not fallen but

one that has never risen.

25.09.2024

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GOD DAMN MISSOURI AND THE SIX REPUBLICANS IN THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT

For some reason supposed men and women of God,

who claim to be "Pro-Life", don't fear God or respect

the Ten Commandments, but take part in murder.

They seem to believe their God wears a white hood.

25.09.2024

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MISSOURI

When the innocent are murdered

by those claiming to represent the law

justice dies with them.

25.09.2024

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INTERNATIONAL LAW CAN'T BE TURNED OFF AND ON AT WILL BY THE 'WEST'

International law can't  be put in OFF position

for Israel and put back in ON position

for the enemies of the 'West'.

Yet the 'West' tries to do so,

and thinks the rest of the world

don't notice or can't disagree.

24.09.2024

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PALESTINE'S EAST JERUSALEM, GAZA STRIP, WEST BANK AND SYRIA'S GOLAN HEIGHTS

Military occupation that last for 57 years

is never complicated.

Only people claiming that it is

are those supporting the occupation.

Everyone else sees an injustice

that must be ended.

24.09.2024

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THE CONFLICT IN PALESTINE, LEBANON AND ISRAEL

The death of the 16 000th child killed

is as terrible as the death of the 1st child

killed in the current fighting; the world

has no right to turn its collective gaze,

its eight billion individual gazes, away -

if it doesn't want to see children being

killed, murdered children laying dead,

then the world can end this and every

conflict spilling the blood of children.

24.09.2024

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A REMINDER TO PEOPLE IN THE 'WEST'

Just because you refuse to watch

the mangled bodies of children

broken by Israel's occupation forces

doesn't mean that they aren't dead.

24.09.2024

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AFTER THE SUMMER

At eight in the evening,

utterly black. All that

summer light, gone.

24.09.2024

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THE ESSENCE OF HASBARA

"If our victims wouldn't fight back

when we kill them, we wouldn't

have to kill them."

24.09.2024

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THE WORLD A HOT SLAUGHTERHOUSE

The world a hot slaughterhouse,

evaporating our humanity, sending

it collapsing to raise the tide of blood

to flood the continents. And who

is to blame? The people who we

allow to rule us.

24.09.2024

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SOMEWHERE ELSE AMONG THE INFINITE REALITIES

In a different, alternate timeline

or in some other bubble universe

of the multiverse, they had met

in flesh and he had taken a firm

hold of her thighs with his hands

and licked her moist pussy

better than anyone ever had.

12.07.-24.09.2024

SHE DESCRIBES HER DRESS TO HIM

Dark blue, she says, dark

blue like the summer night

sky, the warm night air

itself soft and smooth like

her dark blue satin dress,

her skin wrapped in dark

blue, soft and smooth.

15.07.-24.09. 2024

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MISSING

 558 killed in Lebanon by Israel

including 50 children,

in these two days, over 1200

in the last year.

And where is the condemnation

from the 'West?

Where is the condemnation,

where is the mourning?

24.09..2024

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LITTLE POINT IN ARGUING AGAINST IT ANYMORE

When extreme Zionists started to claim that Jews

couldn't be safe without a genocide of Palestinians,

I stopped arguing against comparing Zionists 

to Nazis.  I had claimed they were 'just' racist

European colonialists, no different from Rhodesia

and Apartheid South Africa, until they were not.

There might never be an Auschwitz destruction

camp run by Israel, but it makes little difference

to the murdered victims how they are being

killed by the genocidaires.

24.09.2024

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BIRDS SUDDENLY SINGING

The chill mist gone, birds suddenly singing

in bright sunlight streaming through

foliage in red and gold, falling leaves

rustling under feet, and you walk

in song and light across autumn.

24.09.2024

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I COULD PAINT ALL DAY LONG

Finger paints, not something

I had had thought of, and suddenly

I keep thinking of them all the time,

and I think with the right canvas of

her skin, I could paint all day long.

19.-20.-24.09.2024

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THE HAWK THINKS THE WEATHER IS PERFECT, SAYS HIS MUSE

When you are a hawk, there is no such a thing

as a bad weather. In rain and wind you extend

your wings, perching atop the crowns of trees

in wilderness, upon the concrete creations

of mammals, as confident as your ancestors

soaring on winds blowing over Pangaea.

24.09..2024

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HE BLESSES THE MAKER OF THE KIMONO

Gazing at those photos of his muse

in a kimono that hides so little, he blesses

the maker of the enticing garment, and wonders

again how well made his furniture is, dreams

of spreading her atop table, desk, bed

and sofa and testing each in turn, vigorously.

23.-24.06.2024

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GRIEF STRIPS THE BRANCHES BARE

Cold and misty morning,

dentist done, sitting

in the medical centre foyer

reading Chinese poetry,

thirteen centuries, yet

autumn the same, chill

mist upon withered

and fallen dreams.

I think of the landscapes

in old Chinese paintings,

how small the humans cast

among mountains and rivers

of bitter autumn. Few brush

strokes and you have

a human being, all

they are in this chill

world where grief strips

the branches bare.

24.09.2024

RACISM MAKES THE DIFFERENCE

 Israel killed 492 people in Lebanon in one day,

and look at the reaction of the 'West!

It barely registered, politicians mumbling

something about working to de-escalate,

and that's basically it. No anger, no grief.

And now think that 492 people would have

been killed in Israel, or in Ukraine, in a single

day. Racism makes the difference.

24.09..2024

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ABOUT THE SO-CALLED 'FORGOTTEN CONFLICTS'

There are no 'forgotten' conflicts, there are

just conflicts the powerful countries and their

media want attention to, and conflicts which

they prefer to let go unnoticed, out of political

expediency, domestic or foreign. But they are

not forgotten, reports about them arrive on very

important desks and are pushed aside, newsrooms

receive breaking stories about them from news

agencies, press releases, and decide not to print

or put on the screen. It takes constant effort by

many people to keep some conflicts 'forgotten'.

22.09..2024

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