The European Flying Circus

 

The European Flying Circus

E.U. played their power game

forced their members into shame

now they teeter on the brink

sanctioned Russia, did not think.

Germans fumbled Nord stream two

now they don’t know what to do

sergeant Scholz leads all the sins

of bankrupt leaders in Berlin.

EU members have no gas

sanctions now, it will not pass

poverty will seize them all

one by one their leaders fall.

Europe’s union in defeat

economics in retreat

Von der Leyen holds the crown

shakes the E.U. upside down.

Boris Johnson finally gone

Monty Python got it wrong

twits survive the stupid race

Lizzy Truss now in your face.

Draghi gone in Italy

broken roads to Tripoli

soaring debts now bring the worst

not the last time nor the first.

Spain jumps on the E.U. bus

calls for sanctions on the Rus

Pedro Sanchez sports the lie

acting like some big tough guy.

Energy drives prices high

inflation rockets to the sky

Europe panics, fights within

Poland ready, pulls the pin.

Viktor Orban warns the lot

Hungary will not be bought

continues buying Russian gas

until Christmas, gets a pass.

Macron turns to foreign soil

desperate now for gas and oil

war room maps are under lights

Africa is in their sights.

Unrest mounts on E.U. shores

stoking fires to start wars

global trade has split in two

with Europe looking like a zoo.

Mounting threats from EU crown

Russian leaders won’t back down

didn’t start the stupid war

but they will end it at their door.

Europe’s needs are right next door

no need to bleed anymore

break the contract with U.S.

get yourselves out of their mess.

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(The Activist Poet July 30th, 2022)

Africa

 

Africa

Lightening strikes across the dunes

displacing thoughts from tiny rooms

broken pipelines oil and gas,

shattered like Egyptian glass.

Far away in breaking news

mountains made with tiny views

shattered like Egyptian glass

truth the victim in their cast.

Blood is rising, people mass

shattered like Egyptian glass

interference someone’s drones

powered all by banking loans.

Shattered like Egyptian glass

Europe has a looting pass

from south to east, north to west

NATO nations take the rest.

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About this Poem: Africa has been under siege for all its resources by European and NATO powers for a very long time, but especially for its oil and gas in modern times as we’ve seen through the wars on African oil and gas producing nations such as Libya, Sudan, Nigeria, Angola, and others. The theft of resources by European and NATO nations is not just limited to oil and gas however, but extends across the spectrum of commodities that support the European and US parasitic interests.

Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi wanted to unify the African nations together under a fair common gold backed currency. Unfortunately, NATO, the US and Europe put an end to that. The African nations need to unite within their own countries and then together to protect themselves from the scavengers of colonialism which continues to threaten the entire continent.

Lights, Camera, Action

 

Lights, Camera, Action

When everyone’s at the top of their game

for project of worth and not for the fame

concentration, and professional cast

bring forth a picture that’s meant to last.

Actors, stage hands camera men and grip

directors, producers and the writers of script

the music and lighting, props and design

goals do exceed when all do align.

The setting begins in black and white,

with shadow of bars on window of light

smoke then rises as the camera pans low

to a table and chairs on prisoner’s row.

Pans to a face for the viewers apprise

there’s a worried look in his distant eyes,

with echoed voices just outside the room,

his cigarette burns in a greyish plume.

The door then opens, detective’s step through,

content with their options and what they’ll do,

the questions begin with where he had been,

“and don’t lie to us cause you had been seen.”

The scene then moves too a place in his mind,

where an intimate smile’s clearly outlined,

the scenes in color with joy in the air

vision of beauty with long auburn hair.

“You will talk to us” cop comes into view,

slamming his fist down between the two

prisoner stays quiet, goes back to his dream

to unfold the story in next group of scenes.

CUT

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Shall I write a book? 😉 Do you want to know more? Of how he escapes, and walks out the door. And why was he there, what did he do, and who was that girl he was speaking to?

The stories begun, I have you on hook, but if you want more just wait for the book. Great films begin there. 😉

Abandoned

 

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Abandoned

Spinning wheel, spinning time

clocks abandoned with a chime

cabinets with rustic flair

window panes let in the air.

Household plants have overgrown

thrived on sunlight on their own

watered by a leaky roof

house no longer weatherproofed.

Leaves have gathered on the floor

no one lives here anymore

house abandoned long ago

yet secret treehouse still aglow.

When night peaked in with its gloom

oil lamps seen, lit the room

favorite books passed time away

kept the demons all at bay.

Rumpelstiltskin comes to mind

for here is spun a home so fine

that did not wait for others claim

abandonment is such a shame.

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Notes: Rumpelstiltskin is a German fairy tale. It was collected by the Brothers Grimm in the 1812 edition of Children's and Household Tales. The story is about an imp who spins straw into gold in exchange for a girl's firstborn.

Towards Our Own End

 

Towards Our Own End

The world’s divided by western decree

all under control across earth and sea

yet chaos consumes where order should be

while poverty plagues all humanity.

U.S. and Britain are dragging us down

they’re using Ukraine as their battleground

with NATO partners and weapons inbound

in a proxy war with Russia they’re found.

They’ve cornered themselves with all of their lies,

have nowhere to go except their demise

inflation’s rampant, economy dies,

for oil and gas are fading supplies.

Wars by proxy, they’ve created a foe

controlled by the press to put on a show

they need our consent to give it a go

Russia and China won’t back down you know.

War is coming if we continue this trend

by western leaders who refuse to bend

they’ve created a foe instead of a friend

and we keep on moving towards our own end.

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Diary Excerpt - September 11th, 2047

 

Diary Excerpt: September 11th, 2047 

It’s clear to me now, as I sit here thinking,

how the world went to war without blinking

if only we had protested more, raised our voices,

raised our fists and insisted on change!

Maybe then, we’d have made other choices,

now it’s too late, for that fateful day is coming,

nothing can stop it; the bastards went too far!

They’ve broken through our defenses,

all we have now are anxious moments,

and when, when does it all come to an end.

Here, inside this rickety building

no time for new starts or for our minds to mend

what is money good for, if there is no life,

when the world is made empty, and filled with strife

no power, food or water, no escape left.

Huddled in darkness within this ruined city,

If only we could turn back time, fight for the truth to be heard

instead of allowing all the lies to wash our minds

the endless war could have been stopped.

Too late, I hear the drones coming, the sirens are wailing

my heart is drumming, sitting here in last reflection,

here it comes…

End of scanned document, subject deceased, unknown. Street cleared

Drone report C20241079 – Model B

End Transmission

Escape

 

Escape

“Escape into the forest”,

that’s what she said to me

at that eccentric party in Manhattan

where everyone was drunk on illusions.

"We can turn back time,

leave this sinking ship”,

her eyes were wild and wide

as if she was running away from the mob.

There was a quiver in her voice

when she took her shoes off

tossed them from the rooftop

“Come on, it’s this way”.

The wall street bank partied late into the night

toasting twenty, twenty-four,

another titanic killing,

with few survivors.

We slipped out, down the back stairs

and into a yellow cab,

“Upstate” she told the cabbie

just as the city blacked out.

Protest

 

Protest

The streets were filled with protest

those days of stormy weather

against the flows of evil

the town stood up together.

We marched down Main and Broadway

where we stood for all mankind

till busses filled with stickmen

followed orders to confine.

Those robo cops came running

their batons bruised like steel

we stood there in defiance

through teargas and appeal.

Burning eyes from pepper spray

just for demanding our rights

with many there beside us

arrested night after night.

…and in that crammed police cell,

where the doom just had no end

you were smiling beside me

my tribe, my family, my friend.

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On that Perfect Day

 

On that Perfect Day

Calming waters and azure skies

reflecting color of your eyes

where cherished moments came to play

and intertwined that perfect day.

The lake was restful and at one,

with gentle breeze that cooled the sun

while shadows played in angel rays

and intertwined that perfect day.

My ghosts paid visit to the clouds

in sunset colors with their shrouds,

surrounding essence in their gray

that intertwined that perfect day.

They tempted forests with their glow

on rippled waves where ambers flow,

that danced with branches in their sway

and intertwined that perfect day.

Serenity had gathered well

a lush of life signs with her spell

timid beings drew to the bay

and intertwined that perfect day.

A secret place where all things meet

in state of mind, just so complete

alone together in ballet

and intertwined that perfect day.

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Distractions

 

Distractions

Many, too many programs

planted in our minds

distracts the ease of dreaming

that sails behind the blinds.

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Memories

 

Memories

Time slips by, gathers dust in the attic

on creative journeys, once pragmatic

all carefully kept on scrolls in the mind

each one a journey that we’ve left behind.

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No Boundaries

 

No Boundaries

In dancing light behind closed eyes

unveiled scenes, another time

where rivers met and calm did flow

no boundaries made on earth did show.

Deep forests greens, inhaled the sun

all lifeforms thrived, were so diverse

lush in vibrance and connection

no boundaries with the universe.

All it was, was supposed to be

the world untouched by foundries

where nature gathered in its swoon

to praise the heavens under moon.

And moonlight shone across the seas

no boundaries for our hearts to be

where long hellos met long good bye’s

in dancing light before our eyes.

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The Door

 

The Door

Rising from the depths of darkness,

light appears with wooden door

a choice to make after lessons learned,

remain in fear or win the war.

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