perjantai 29. marraskuuta 2024

WHAT CAN ONE SAY?

Us humans, we are
such simple beasts
and even then,
compared to the rest,
some of us are
really, really dumb

and more often than
not, they end up being
the head of the body politic
- and what does that tell
about the smarter ones?

09.11.-18.-25.11.2024

IN NOVEMBER, BEFORE WARM SPELL

An abundance of snow
and looking forward
to see it all flow in
ditches and stream
away, gathering
in brown puddles
freezing over,
cracking under
feet, this white
landscape transformed
into bleak remembrance
of autumn, bare branches
of trees reaching for
leaves long grapped
by the biting wind
and cast into the cold
earth like lives
among rubble.

23.-29.11.2024


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THE CURE FOR NOVEMBER'S COLD

The cure for November's cold: Throw
a log into the flickering fire that burns
in the mind, and let its flames leap
up and grow into a blaze in the loins.

19.-29.11.2024


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SNOWFALL IN NOVEMBER

November has brought the winter
cold, a white shiver across
the landscape beyond and
into the human mind that
gazes into the falling snow
blowing in every thought.

19.-29.11.2024


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NO JAZZ CLUB TO SNEAK INTO

No Jazz club to sneak into
but this, so he stands
up thinking about her,
what would take place
in an encounter in
one, against some wall
mingling, a brief
infinity of fused flesh,
and so an image
in the mind burns
another into existence,
to manifest her power.

29.11.2024

WESTERN JOURNALISM

The Guardian has on its frontpage
the murder of one Israeli 
in the United Arab Emirates
but nothing on the one hundred
Palestinians and Lebanese murdered
by Israel in the last day.

Western journalism shows
its ugly, racist face.

24.11.2024


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NO MAN IS AN ISLAND

 No man is an island,

shoals under the surface
of existence's waves,
briefly emerging
at low tide,

soon eroded,

all men.

25.-29.11.2024


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THE SCARECROWS IN HUMAN FLESH

Lives are stolen, every hour
a future or two or three broken,
decades that would have been
now crushed under the rubble,
and the willingly ignorant
are repeating propaganda
for murder while looking away.
They declare the murderers
are innocent and the dead
not, that those who laugh
while blowing up neighbourhoods
are afraid and defending themselves
in their productions of genocide
for the Tik-Tok and Telegram.

But they newer watch the dead
children nor the killers' videos
(or admit doing so),  those who
tell us that this is just - because
they read it from someone raging
like them, or a politician told them
so, these scarecrows garbed in
human flesh, who have replaced
the reality of 21 000 murdered
children with their fantasies
of a Holy Land and Zionism
as a feelgood story for former
human beings like them, who
don't know Lebanon from Palestine,
Hamas from Hezbollah, nor
the genocidaire from the victim.

29.11.2024


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PALE GHOSTS ON SHORT NOVEMBER DAYS

These short days in autumnal grief beyond
what the calendar declares are dim, bare
lands spreading from one short dusk
to another, the tides of night rising,
falling, rising on these windswept,
bleak shores of this late November
giving shape to the hours remaining
in the wasted, tormented light,
and our lives reduced to pale ghosts.

29.11.2024


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RESTORE THE SILENCED NAMES

So, a broken, one-sided peace
in the north so that the south
can suffer and those who care
not and care not to know praise
it, and say nothing of the homes
falling over people who survived
until now, of those barbarians
beyond the uniformed who declare
to the world they shall come
and steal the ruins entombing
ten thousand dead and more.
Let they be swept into the vast
sky and the sea, the barbarians,
let them be the same dust
they have grinded the innocent 
to be, blowing off from the land
into the vast sea and the sky,
into the sediments of history
under the waves. Let there be
reckoning that makes them past,
a horror told only to misbehaving
children at the solemn memorials
to these bleak days. Fast time,
bring an end and a peace,
liberate the land and restore
the silenced names.

29.11.2024


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tiistai 19. marraskuuta 2024

WHAT THE BODY AND THE MIND YEARN

Uncross your legs,
let me pull down
those obscuring panties
blocking gaze
and eager flesh
from what the body
and the mind yearn
- encountering you,
flesh to flesh.

12.-19.11.2024

EUROPEAN UNION'S VALUES

When we normalize genocide
we have lost the moral high
ground and dug deep in to
the dark bowels of the earth,
and there, in darkness,
we lecture to the world
about our values.

19.11.2024


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THE SOUND OF SWANS

Suddenly, as I sit on a bench
in the sauna, waiting for it
to warm up, the sound
of swans

loud and brief, as they
fly above, in the gray
abundance of the sky.

11.11.2024


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AMSTERDAM AND THE MIDDLE EAST

Apartheid Israel's regime killed at least 88 people
in occupied Palestine, Lebanon, and Syria
in one day, yet 'Western' media prefers reporting
about the arrest of those that beat up racist
Israeli football hooligans rampaging in Amsterdam,
now granted victimhood by the 'Western' press
and the politicians who support the slaughter.

11.-19.11.2024


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USE THEM WHILE THEY ARE STILL SHARP

Life forges, among
lesser products, blades
with sharp edges 
that cut through
the world's obstacles
and lies.

But with time, they
rust, like the rest.

11.11.2024


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DESIRE

You dream 
of sinking
into her flesh

and little else,
little else
except that.

12.11.2024

WALKING TO THE CEMETERY

Only the sound
of migrating swans
from a distant lake

coming loud, your
mind does the rest,

glides the swans
along the dark
autumn waters.

11.-19.11.2024


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MASSACRES ARE HIDDEN WHILE PUNISHMENT FOR OPPOSING THEM IS MADE MANIFEST

Yesterday Israel killed at least 72 people
in a single attack at Beit Lahia in northern
Gaza, third of the dead children, and it
didn't make headlines - unlike today
Germany withdrawing a prize from
an architect for opposing the genocide
and calling for a boycott. Massacres
are hidden, punishment for calling
to an end to them made manifest. 

18.-19.11.2024


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LIGHT AND MIND

An hour of light remains, gray,
and cold white the landscape
beyond the separating glass

and the mind hidden in flesh
thinking the buried land into
 being from light and memory,

casting its vision out beyond
the glass, creating what it
believes it sees.

19.11.2024


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maanantai 18. marraskuuta 2024

SHE CAST HER SPELL

She cast her spell
over distance, alluring,
having him, willing,
think of little else
but knowing her
in flesh, having her,
quenching the fire
engulfing him,
consuming flames
feeding lust in
delicious torment.

12.-18.11.2024

WHILE I LIE ON MY BED

Night, and while I lie
on the mattress on my bed,
others lie on beds of rubble,
and with rubble over
their heads entombed
alive, death left to take
them by those who turn
away the helping
hands with bullets.

11.-18.11.2024

BIRDS SING IN NOVEMBER

In mid-November
birds chirping, singing
briefly, closing

your eyes, banishing
the gray gloom,

you can think
it's spring coming,
not winter waiting.

12.11.2024

HE ADMIRES HER COURAGE

He admires her courage
while trying to create
himself the gift what was
promised and is owed;
gripped by stage fright,
the performer reluctant
to do his duty to her
and stand in attendance
for her pleasure.

14.11.2024

'WESTERN' JOURNALISM CONDEMNS ITSELF

1
Not on the front page, only
in a live feed hidden on a subpage
does The Guardian tell its readers
that Israel killed a journalist
and his wife, and then
The Guardian doesn't bother
telling us the names
of the journalist and his wife.

'Western' journalists attitude
towards their Palestinian colleagues
condemns them.

2
Mohammed Khreis and his wife were killed
immediately as their tent was hit, their
daughter Mira, age nine, dying of her wounds
two days later. Her brother is in a hospital given
the little treatment still available in Gaza.

11.-18.11.2024

ON A NOVEMBER MORNING

November morning, dawning
gray, scarce hours between the dark
of the night beginning, sparse
branches leafless, motionless
these hours pointing beyond
the low cloud-filled dim sky,
towards the hidden, golden Sun
and the lost colours bled
from the landscape by the fall.

12.-18.11.2024

BURNING

He must be honest,
she has tied him to a stake
of desire and kindled a fire
of lust consuming him,
and all he can ask is
that she would add
more wood to
the roaring flame.

12.-18.11.2024

APPROACHING THE SHORE

Our lives
the whispering wind
and the rising wave
arriving at time's shore,
fading, breaking,
to leave no trace,
yet not gone,
not yet.

12.-18.11.2024


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EACH TIME I AWAKEN

The pale day was dying
into dusk as I awakened,
light like life fading,

and drinking warmth,
read the number of the new
dead growing cold,

whose eyes see nothing,
not the fading of the light,
not the black night,

the innocent dead
murdered by those
whose consciences

lie dead in their own
minds, feeling nothing,
endless night claiming,

and the number
was 96, and now 111,
of the innocent dead,

lives stolen as I slept
in my luxury of safety
when they died in fear.

18.11.2024


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torstai 7. marraskuuta 2024

KEEP SHOUTING

 Just because the United States cut
its own throat doesn't mean we 
shouldn't be shouting and acting
for its victims, who keep dying
while the giant's body twitches.

07.11.2024


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keskiviikko 6. marraskuuta 2024

IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL VISION, BUT NOW

Walt Whitman's United States is as dead
as was his president on the bier; a nation
has died standing, like a beheaded martyr
it seeks a place where to lie down forever.

06.11.2024


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FOR THIS BLOODY DAY

Drunk from Trump's victory, Israel slaughters
Palestinian people in northern Gaza with glee,
bombards Lebanon, declares the coming
destruction of Iran, all just this morning.

The Democrats in the United States
spend tens of billions of dollars, sacrificed
hundreds of thousands of lives, trampled
on international law, threw away the future
of their nation - for this bloody day.

06.11.2024


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sunnuntai 3. marraskuuta 2024

THOSE WHO HAVE BLINDED THEMSELVES MORALLY

Those who support Israel's regime support it solely
because it claims to be Jewish. They would have no
interest towards it otherwise. 

Because to them all is seen through ethnicity and religion,
they think that people also oppose Israel's actions only
because it claims to be Jewish. 

Not because actions are war crimes and crimes against humanity.
Having blinded themselves morally, supporters of Israel's regime
can't understand people who act from moral conviction.

They see only labels that justify all or deny the right to live
where opponents of Israel's regime see human beings
committing war crimes or being victims of them.

31.10.-03.11.2024


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THOSE WHO DON'T OPPOSE THE ONGOING GENOCIDE BY ISRAEL IN OCCUPIED PALESTINE

People who dismiss the demand to oppose a genocide
as a "purity test", who claim that something greater
is at stake than the mere fate of millions, those
people have lost what makes us humane beings
instead of merely humans. We need to be humane,
or soon we will be nothing but beasts.

03.11.2024


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ISRAELI REGIME SAYS IT KILLED 254 PEOPLE BECAUSE OCCUPATION SOLDIERS SAW ONE PERSON ON THE ROOF OF AN APARTMENT BUILDING

254 people were killed in Israel's occupation forces'
bombing of the house of the Abu Nasr family in
Gaza's Beit Lahia a week ago. 117 bodies recovered,
137 people still lost under the rubble, and the 'West'
considers the massacre of no great importance.

Certainly not of importance enough to take
any action, only to give the most mildest rebuke
to Israel's regime, and to urge it to behave
a bit better in the future, if that's not too much
to ask, and if it's, then no worries, do it again.

03.11.2024


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AN INTERNAL BONFIRE

Sometimes all you need for warmth is not a fire burning
in the stove, but merely gazing at a photograph that hides
more than it shows, yet with its promise gifts to imagination
the power to reveal what is hidden, and sets ablaze a roaring,
consuming fire that keeps you warm long after relief.

03.11.2024


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A WINTRY LANDSCAPE, EXTERNAL AND INTERNAL

An abundance of white
fills the landscape, the white
of the falling snow unites
the white land

with the white clouds,
and that enclosing white
comes and enters, and
it's white inside you,

the vast white space
merging with you - and
through you, it reaches
outwards, long after

the snow has melted
and the Sun shines on
the dead grass, that cold
whiteness lives in words.

03.11.2024


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YET IT'S THE SAME, WHATEVER FORM AND COLOUR IT TAKES

The gravel road had a wide pool
of brown meltwater, the pure
fallen snow, like a human soul,
encountering the world below.

Yet, birds drank from it, and
frozen over, covered thinly
with freshly fallen snow,
it looks like purity itself.

03.11.2024


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MELTING THE SNOW UPON THE SOUL

That one image evokes
all the images before,

and what they evoked
in the mind and flesh,

and the mind and flesh
respond, that one image

warms them, melting
the snow upon the soul.

03.11.2024


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NOT QUENCHED

He would like her to know
that the photo she send
had the same effect

as those previous ones,
even when the words
are few, dampened

by these bitter days'
less fair offerings,
but not quenched.

31.10.-03.11.2024


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perjantai 1. marraskuuta 2024

THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON ME

It might be the autumn old as myself on the edge
of winter's gray touch, or it might be that crimson
not of dawn or dusk after, before dark, but of life.
from children sprayed on rubble of bombed homes
and dreams. Chilled becomes dumb to much but
the lives torn not withered but budding from
the arms that carried them and hang limp
themselves crushed between collapsed floors.
It could be autumn, light tired as myself, or
it could be mass death celebrated by those
who rotted from the inside but stand while
felling entire cities and nations.

20.10.-01.11.2024


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TO THE INNOCENT DEAD IN PALESTINE AND LEBANON

Death on such a massive scale doesn't just extinguish
lives, crush bodies between collapsed floors, bury
them under rubble that was a shared existence.
No, something more dies, is dead, is being dug
up lifeless with desperate bare hands, carried
limp to be placed atop other cadavers on
horse-drawn wagons. It's our humanity itself
there, among the other mangled corpses,
laying not in peace, but in agony beyond
heartbeats, agony carved with shrapnel
into humankind itself.

01.11.2024


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