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Cajunchess

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with no apology to Blake

by

Cajunchess

Asylum seeker burning bright who fire-bombed your home tonight? Some low-life scum bag piece of shit; patriot,bigot hypocrite - worthless, pathetic, tattooed yob, spewing hatred when in a mob, fueled by Tabloid sound-bite rubbish, most in Britain gobble with relish! WHO will mourn you, tend your grave, remember you once we've turned the page?


Grains of Truth: Ethiopian/Sudanese snapshot 1980's

by

Cajunchess

The boy sat playing on the dusty road, so very engrossed; picking up each grain----as if his life depended on it. His very life depended on picking up each grain on the dusty road. So, as if playing, the boy sat on, engrossed....

The Conduit of Hate.

by

Cajunchess

Machete' mimes karate chop. Hand drops, blood spurts from stump--clean cut. Scream of mother echoes piercing cry her daughter maintained throughout that schorching day; bitter night. What possible harm can a CHILD commit against men who spew such hatred and slaughter? What motivates 'machete man'? Is he proud of his spiteful deed? HOW to imagine what happens next? Who picks up the severed hand? Machete man? Mother? Dog? Who does tend the bleeding stump; soothe the hatred; ease the pain and give this lonely amputee her haunting gaze of dignity?

Some Tanka/Haiku

by

Cajunchess

PEACE THOUGHTS.
Just sharing one's bread
turns enemy into friend.
Such a hard leason?

Possessions bring fear.
Sharing all opens our hearts
enabling peace.

''Must support our boys!''
as they play with their war toys.
'Bread not bombs!' our cry...

The media screams:
'This war's just; support, you must!'
Minorities say
'Forgive: who kill in our name;
peace willcome to all one day?'

How much does life cost?
One bomb buys next years rations--
for ten families...

Our love is supreme.

Forgiveness overcomes all.
Envy leads to war.

Words are emotive:
'Surgical precision strikes'
keeps consciences clear.
'Collateral damage says:
'We kill civilians too!'

No money for food?
Millions die daily:
'Just wars' are obscene.

QUESTIONS

'Whose life anyway?'
I hear pregnant women say.
ASK the enborn child!

FALLS OF MAN

by

Cajunchess

Depravity of mankind never falls;

precision bomb upon the target falls;

collateral damage! population falls;

the warmth from hungry body quickly falls

as cold night on the mountain-pass now falls;

the food from helicopter:TOO LATE-- falls;

the death toll daily rises, never falls;

no tear for these betrayed sad eyes now falls;

the T.V. rating for this drama falls;

cold, rigid baby from mothers' arm, falls...

The coup de gr^ace on suff'ring never falls!

This depth of human misery appals.

Grains of Truth (a.k.a. Sudanese snapshot 1980's)

by

Cajunchess

The boy sat playing on the dusty road,
so very engrossed;
picking up each grain -- as if his life depended on it.

His very life depended on picking up
each grain on the dusty road;
so, as if playing,the boy sat on,
engrossed...

don't ask

by

Cajunchess

why!
because....
but why?
just because...
yes, but why do I have to die?
because you were born, mfkr!!

lament in the eternal time..

by

Cajunchess

Heart-torn as stateless Palestine
bluest forget-me-nots combine
with purple heather - Arran's fine -
in close embrace:long do hearts pine
for bonding of another kind
to ease this emptiness of mine.
If we, my love,cannot entwine
I bathe beneath your aura's shine
and leave my soul at your moon's shrine
to bring death to this love of mine.
Thus at your feet I wait supine
for you upon my love to climb...
in union I am not mine
but yours in the eternal time......

Between Pestal and Mortar

by

Cajunchess

I'm on a cruel trajectory
denied of your lone company.
On this sharp curve flirtation sits;
higher, infatuation flits.

Like bee first caught in spider's web
Both know, if struggle, one is dead.
My sting's too dang'rous you to draw
and I am blinded as before.

On this path 'tween crush and smitten,
no longer shy though often bitten,
I need enveloping, holding tight
by you, by day, and by moonlight.

I know this is my long-lost dream;
you are committed, have always been
out of my reals of influence;
apart through distance, fate and chance.

Before I get deeply entranced
I need a word, your ''No!'' perchance
to cut the threads before, you've guessed:
I persue,relentless, one possessed!

This is my problem, that I know,
I fear letting emotions show;
these deep, strong feelings here for you
are mine to hide, from psycic view.

Before your spell I fall beneath
I whisper soft, behind grit teeth,

'The curve of a trajectory

returns to earth...eventually!'

with no apology to Blake

by

Cajunchess

Asylum seeker burning bright
who fire-bombed your home tonight?
Some low-life scum bag piece of shit;
patriot,bigot hypocrite -
worthless, pathetic, tattooed yob,
spewing hatred when in a mob,
fueled by Tabloid sound-bite rubbish,
most in Britain gobble with relish!
WHO will mourn you, tend your grave,
remember you once we've turned the page?

Conduit of hate

by

Cajunchess


Machete' mimes karate chop. Hand drops, blood spurts from stump--clean cut.
Scream of mother echoes piercing cry her daughter maintained throughout that schorching day; bitter night. What possible harm can a CHILD commit against men who spew such hatred and slaughter?
What motivates 'machete man'? Is he proud of his spiteful deed?
HOW to imagine what happens next?
Who picks up the severed hand? Machete man? Mother? Dog? Who does tend the bleeding stump; soothe the hatred; ease the pain
and give this lonely amputee her haunting gaze of dignity?

How to contact a Soulmate

by

Cajunchess

For those who seek and wish to find

I love that sort of enquiring mind

my email is given within this site

so get in touch, don't be a'fright!

Bunnahabhain35

How to contact a Soulmate

by

Cajunchess

For those who seek and wish to find

I love that sort of enquiring mind

my email is given within this site

so get in touch, don't be a'fright!

Bunnahabhain35

Bunnahabhain is easy to contact

by

Cajunchess

If you are keen to contact me

just go to the last line

for finding out is heavenly

a soulmate is divine!

Email can be found within

this Web Poetry site

so contact me a.s.a.p

to give us both delight!

Bunnahabhain is easy to contact

by

Cajunchess

If you are keen to contact me

just go to the last line

for finding out is heavenly

a soulmate is divine!

Email can be found within

this Web Poetry site

so contact me a.s.a.p

to give us both delight!