Showing posts with label oil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oil. Show all posts
UNdone
We are warned by the fixed pulse of the din
Booming above the famished howl of the wind.
Our wounds seem to crest with each new sunThe bridled sting of truth too great to mount.
Our marriage with war,
Our alliance
With oil-drumming terror.
Boom, boom, tum!
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
Boom that drum!
The tree might know its time’s come `round
Yet sees, hears not our noisy murder,
Bleeds sap, cries not for our failure.
Booming aloft the famished howl of blunder
In our oil-drumming terror
Boom, boom, tum!
Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat!
Boom that drum!
Copyright 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
Again thank Ashraf for the link!
PRICELESS PICTURE OF A...
RENEWABLE FOOLUS President George W Bush has unveiled plans,
including an inquiry into price fixing, to lower
the cost of oil and cut climbing petrol prices.
Mr Bush told the Renewable Fuels Association
that the US needs to "get off its dependency on oil"
as crude costs have moved towards record levels.
The US will also stop topping up
the strategic oil reserve, boost domestic output
and promote alternative fuels.
On Tuesday oil hit $73.73 a barrel on New York
and rose to $73.60 in London.
"Long-term we need to power our automobiles
with something other than oil.”
What a progressive thinker you are, George!
Wow! Your smarts is/are stimulating!
Who’d of thunk it? With you as the decider
We’re sure to live to see the day
That your profits come second
To citizenry of thou blessed kingdom!
“Long-term”!
You said an uneasy mouthful there!
Didn’t ya, redneck?
“Loooonnnngggg teeerrrrrrmmm!”
You don’t do things “short term”, do ya?
You draw them out, prolong them.
Like your bumble-weeding chuckle
Trailing off as stupidly as it beginned.
Like your stuffed to the gills deficit!
Your protracted foreign policy slag!
Your eternal war of good versus evil!
Long suffering occupations!
Incessant stream of body bags!
Syrupy coffins treading homeward!
Inebriated speeches that meander
And spill like a drunken cheerleader!
A slow, steady reminding the masses
Of terror’s finicky color-coded wail!
An intellect that slugs along peening;
Whet-stoning a knowledgeable serenity
While reaping the underbrush for war!
You’re a real thinker, GW!
A complete rhetorical package…
Without you, as king, this planet
Would be in total pandemonium!
Looooonnnnnng teeeerrrrrrrm!
mrp
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“Many are lamenting September 28, 2006, as the death of American democracy. I beg to differ. I see it as a challenge. And this challenge needs to be addressed quickly and relentlessly. This issue needs to be seen through clear eyes, not eyes distorted by panic, anger or sorrow. Should we be outraged or afraid? Of course we should. Very soon anyone of us can be taken away, put into prison and locked away forever. We will not have the right to see the evidence against us. This is the stuff nightmares are made of. What do I think we should do about this? Scream.” (The complete post)
SCREAM
Gatherers of the seeds of hope and seasoned peace;
Painters of dreams and the fortified grasp of charity;
whisperers of truth and consolers of misery;
lovers, friends, rescuers, poets, chefs, writers, actors,
dreamers, teachers, public servants all,
believers of righteousness, inventors, carpenters,
mothers and fathers, priests and preachers,
holy men and women, coaches, dancers, singers, laborers,
the consumed by flesh, the downtrodden and poor,
the blind and deaf,
the scorched living,
athletes, scientists, doctors, cab drivers,
manufacturers, farmers, creatures of habit,
night owls, day trippers, hunters, astronomers, pilots,
swimmers, fishermen, racers, magicians and witches,
the peacemaker and warrior, grieving soldiers and marines and Air Force and Guardians of this land. The breathing flesh, the orators, the soft-spoken and loud, aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces, cousins, brothers and sisters, waiters and waitresses and clerks, truckers, mail carriers and punk rockers and metal and rappers and gospel and bluegrass and jazz and country and folk and jumpers and shooters and hunters and spenders…
To those still striding and those sunk low…
We have watched the fourth wall and the fifth column
Give death rise,
Seen the world, with no sign to kill, swallow the meek
and the child!
The wall is being erected that will keep us from the other,
our living.
We’ve been standing witnesses to the bloody dark wounds
festering incision,
A creeping vine choking heavily the very fabric of dream,
our silky dignity,
Fires and floods and famine and the god-headed cathedral
in false indemnity,
Horrible wars fomenting lies, death, sickness, and limbless
pale torturing…
Before night falls over all the faces of civilization
and darkness grows upon our doomed hand
and we’re left to cower in the dark
tracing blindly our miserable caves
we must ask ourselves;
what did we want of our art,
of our beautiful dance,
our prayerful song?
What did we want of our oil and war?
Where are our holdings
of our desirable spirit?
Our breathtaking land?
Our will to live?
Our want of love that splinters the stalk of wickedness?
The slake of our living’s restraint,
The unknowable quenching worship,
The vortex of light,
Our mystery?
When the darkness befalls all the faces of people
and dimness grows thick over our eyes
and we’re given to stumbling downward,
tracing blindly our wretched slum,
we’ll ask but this; “Why didn't we SCREAM?”
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
Inspired by Hill Country Gal's Scream!
(Ben Heine - Cartoons)