I faced the screen and painted a dream
In rhythm with a mourning crowd
Three of us, like wedding guests,
Hell-bent on mind-moving moments
Demanded that our walk to viral freedom
Be justified, be glorified
My paint dripped in rainbow colours
And for a minute there I thought it
Was Madiba’s hand I shook, but when
I heard the crowd: Ubuntu! Obama!
I set the imprisoned fingers free,
Surprised at my self in the Cuban eyes.
Obama at Mandela's memorial service
Martha Landman writes in tropical North Queensland, Australia.
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
The benevolent heart
of a global health policy director-
embellished with a sacred soul too,
seems to be quite blissful
in saying to telephone,
‘’it is time to retire the phrase-Aids in Africa’’,
as a troop of warriors of sixteen countries
in sub-Saharan Africa,
declared a war against the curse- AIDS,
tarnished its fatal power
and compelled it to sneak behind
keeping lower the numbers of new HIV infections
than the new patients of AIDS in the same year.
Quite enthusiastic is the report,
the medical world gets a cool bath
in the heavenly shower of hope
and describes it with a luminous smile as,
‘’Beginning of the end of AIDS’’.
Thankful are the countries like
Ghana, Malawi and Zambia
to the active efforts of the governments,
grateful to the international donors and
hopeful to the civil society leaders-
fighting together against the dreadful foe-AIDS.
Alas! Shade always follows light
as some unfortunate countries like
Cameroon, Nigeria and Togo-still lag far behind
in fighting against the curse
as circumscribed they are by a black girdle
of lack of political will, adequate fund ,
hygienic delivery system and
sympathy for the marginalised population-
cursed mercilessly by the horrible AIDS.
Let’s feel the caution that reverberates In the air
as pronounced by the policy director,
‘’Beginning of the end of AIDS’’ is
‘’Not a foregone conclusion’’,
an ocean of blood and sweat
is yet to be spent to purchase
a new world---free of dirty curse of Devil- AIDS.
New Report- Time to Stop Saying AIDS in Africa
Pijush Kanti Deb
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
Like his mother before her
Their cameras flash at the sapphire ring
Like his mother before her
The media moulds her into a living thing
A thing with its grey hairs magnified
A thing when the wind exposes its thighs
A thing that comforts the public mind
with displays of sadness and all things kind
You'll find them for sale on the newsagents shelf
Where images of others things generate wealth
The pages flick to bodies in common,
fully dressed, semi dressed and top shelf un-dressed
They all look down upon her crown,
Pouting and crotch-less
Cheaper than the price of any duchess
Kept in line by each shot and caption
...'Another Marilyn moment' in action
A bullied blond falls drugged from the sky
Her skirt is lifted by the authorial eye
Between tiara, knicker-line and page 3 heads
Women as commodities make a good spread,
Stuck between the whore and Madonna we stand
Whilst the profiteers rub their grubby hands.
Bryn Hyfrd juggles poetry, children and work, attempting to keep most of the balls in the air most of the time.Waveattheworld.blogspot.com
Monday, 9 December 2013
Pope Francis is preaching Marxism?
Does that make him a Commie?
And aren't Commies bad?
My oh my!
Doesn't Francis preach the spirit of Jesus?
Could Jesus have been a Commie?
Dear oh dear!
That would make Jesus bad—
But wait! Who said it?
A very rich man.
Who lives in a very rich house.
Who is paid very many millions each year
to speak what's in his mind.
And what's in his mind?
Pope is preaching 'pure Marxism'
Darrell Petska retired recently after more than 30 years as an editor at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. His poetry appears in a variety of online and print publications.
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Monday, confusingly enough, stated with David Mellor's poem "It's Black Friday" which is a cry against the sort of aggressive consumerism that engulfs people from time to time. David gives a message in the poem that is eloquently summed up by this extract.
And that one day
You are “passionate”
Tuesday's poem was "end of the bird shooting season" by Philip Johnson which centred on the announcement that Amazon made that it will soon have drones delivering books. I may be wrong but I think Philip welcomes this addition to target richness. Amazon appears to be trying to prove the saying of sales flying out the door.
Laura Taylor provided Wednesday's poem "McGarrigle's Glasgow" which is a wonderful memorial of a poet killed in the helicopter crash in Glasgow. It has some great imagery in it for example
"in the midst of McGarrigle’s Glasgow -
the artists and players, singers and sculptors,
poets and prophets and pipers and drummers
remember the heat of your heart;"
Abi contributed Thursdays poem Knit One, Slip One, Pass the Slipped Stitch Over about Casey Jenkins who is probably not going to be appearing on the Knitting Channel any time soon. "Boring the bloody pants off the rest of us" is very nice word play.
Friday's poem "A Lost Generation" by Mari Maxwell would be one of the more confronting poems I have read on Poetry24 but with absolutely every right to be like that. The incident it describes is extremely shocking. Mari manages to retell horrifc events without pulling punches and yet we don't feel so revolted that we blot it out. It's very well written. The comments for the poem will repay your reading of them too.
Have a good week, may the news muse visit and convince you to send in the results.