Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
martini
A Sophisticated Drink
It stood there on the table a litre bottle of martini stuff
made in a factory in Milan and has nothing to do with
proper wine. The workers are basely underpaid, when
they ask a rise the get served martini for breakfast-.
Or perhaps Iīm wrong and it is in South Africa where
sober wine workers get fired because they are unionised
and do ask for a better wage. Martini is a cheap product
that has been given a great write up, a liquid of alcohol,
water and some good smelling herbs.
The mystery is not solved who had put the...
It stood there on the table a litre bottle of martini stuff
made in a factory in Milan and has nothing to do with
proper wine. The workers are basely underpaid, when
they ask a rise the get served martini for breakfast-.
Or perhaps Iīm wrong and it is in South Africa where
sober wine workers get fired because they are unionised
and do ask for a better wage. Martini is a cheap product
that has been given a great write up, a liquid of alcohol,
water and some good smelling herbs.
The mystery is not solved who had put the...
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Centenary
Centenary
100 years since that war and the mighty are dressed
in their fine uniforms and holding hollow speeches.
For some the strutting about is triumphalism, but we
cannot say so, but the British and French feel smug.
The rusty/ gold prince is there too and his underlings
have tearful eyes, he is so elegant and has tons of
self assurance. There are many other royals too but
the TV dwell mostly on the British nobles, this mainly
because they know how to wear a uniform with style.
This glorifying of war showing of the latest weaponry
buying and...
100 years since that war and the mighty are dressed
in their fine uniforms and holding hollow speeches.
For some the strutting about is triumphalism, but we
cannot say so, but the British and French feel smug.
The rusty/ gold prince is there too and his underlings
have tearful eyes, he is so elegant and has tons of
self assurance. There are many other royals too but
the TV dwell mostly on the British nobles, this mainly
because they know how to wear a uniform with style.
This glorifying of war showing of the latest weaponry
buying and...
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suits
Suits
I started work in an office, wore a suit that was cheap
and too small. They stuck me in a backroom that had
mustard coloured walls and no sunlight.
I sorted and filed bills that had been paid, and I never
understood the point of it. Yet it was one up from my
father, he worked for the council digging trenches by
spade- yes it was long ago- when it was hot he wore no
shirt muscular and tanned women sighed.
My father was married five times and died doing push ups;
or so mother said. After a year I understood i was not
going to be...
I started work in an office, wore a suit that was cheap
and too small. They stuck me in a backroom that had
mustard coloured walls and no sunlight.
I sorted and filed bills that had been paid, and I never
understood the point of it. Yet it was one up from my
father, he worked for the council digging trenches by
spade- yes it was long ago- when it was hot he wore no
shirt muscular and tanned women sighed.
My father was married five times and died doing push ups;
or so mother said. After a year I understood i was not
going to be...
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collaborator
The collaborator
He and his wife ran a high class grocery shop
and I was often outside looking in absorbing
rarefied air of middle class living, that was till
his wife saw me and shushed me away.
War came, the window display got a bit thinner
by now there was also a sprinkling of officer of
the occupying army. A grocer hear things and it
can, if whispered in the right ear, be advantageous.
The war ended and the grocer had money to paint
his shop in bright colours, which was nice in a war
weary, drab little town. Time is an enemy his wife ...
He and his wife ran a high class grocery shop
and I was often outside looking in absorbing
rarefied air of middle class living, that was till
his wife saw me and shushed me away.
War came, the window display got a bit thinner
by now there was also a sprinkling of officer of
the occupying army. A grocer hear things and it
can, if whispered in the right ear, be advantageous.
The war ended and the grocer had money to paint
his shop in bright colours, which was nice in a war
weary, drab little town. Time is an enemy his wife ...
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a Leonine moment
A Leonine Moment
Yellow lion teeth like petals of love
I picked in the green savannah grass,
it had just stopped raining and pearls,
as glass bead around a childīs neck,
glinted in the sun that had been hiding
behind rain pregnant clouds, thunder
and lightening; far away I heard
a lion roar, inconsolable was its loss.
Yellow lion teeth like petals of love
I picked in the green savannah grass,
it had just stopped raining and pearls,
as glass bead around a childīs neck,
glinted in the sun that had been hiding
behind rain pregnant clouds, thunder
and lightening; far away I heard
a lion roar, inconsolable was its loss.
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august forenoon
August Forenoon
There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up
to 40%. It has been a good summer and few local people have
died but the price of coffins stay the same....
So beautiful a forenoon, I drove on my moped to visit a carob tree
I used to sit under when lonely
Its thick branched protected me from the world. Under it now
two elderly women -on their knees- picking sweet, black beans.
The small farmers around here have aged with me, the women
looked up and smiled at this elderly, permanent tourist on his
round; he is like...
There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up
to 40%. It has been a good summer and few local people have
died but the price of coffins stay the same....
So beautiful a forenoon, I drove on my moped to visit a carob tree
I used to sit under when lonely
Its thick branched protected me from the world. Under it now
two elderly women -on their knees- picking sweet, black beans.
The small farmers around here have aged with me, the women
looked up and smiled at this elderly, permanent tourist on his
round; he is like...
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the murder
The Murder
Bombs are falling hundreds are killed many of them children
and we shake our heads in dismay, something has to be
done to stop these atrocities.
Yet there is communality about bombing, victims died trying
to save themselves, they did have a chance.
On a sand dune a man on his knees, hands chained behind his
back waiting for his killer to cut his throat and the awfulness
of being human hits me with as a grim knife of sorrow.
And then I have to endure someone defending his murder by
saying it was caused by revenge for our misdeed, I...
Bombs are falling hundreds are killed many of them children
and we shake our heads in dismay, something has to be
done to stop these atrocities.
Yet there is communality about bombing, victims died trying
to save themselves, they did have a chance.
On a sand dune a man on his knees, hands chained behind his
back waiting for his killer to cut his throat and the awfulness
of being human hits me with as a grim knife of sorrow.
And then I have to endure someone defending his murder by
saying it was caused by revenge for our misdeed, I...
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Misfortune
The misfortune.
The white sheet moved gently in the summer breeze,
under it a still body we could see his motorbike boots.
The police had done their measuring up stuff, waited
for the ambulance crew to take the body away.
It had been such a splendid summer forenoon, but now
cars drove slowly by the accident scene, like a funeral
procession, we are so fascinated by unexpected death.
And now someone had to knock on a door, these things
canīt be done by a mobile call, and tell his mother that
the light of her life had been extinguished.
The white sheet moved gently in the summer breeze,
under it a still body we could see his motorbike boots.
The police had done their measuring up stuff, waited
for the ambulance crew to take the body away.
It had been such a splendid summer forenoon, but now
cars drove slowly by the accident scene, like a funeral
procession, we are so fascinated by unexpected death.
And now someone had to knock on a door, these things
canīt be done by a mobile call, and tell his mother that
the light of her life had been extinguished.
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nocturnal hum
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Nocturnal hum
She sat in her nightdress on the steps up to
the terrace looking up to the sky- Full moon
and stars so near you only needed a curtain
ladder to pick stars as galactic fruit.
She had fallen asleep I carried her to bed and
her dream continued. Overcast and a cooling
wind, the good night was erased and I had been
warming my cold heart on a childīs dream
Nocturnal hum
She sat in her nightdress on the steps up to
the terrace looking up to the sky- Full moon
and stars so near you only needed a curtain
ladder to pick stars as galactic fruit.
She had fallen asleep I carried her to bed and
her dream continued. Overcast and a cooling
wind, the good night was erased and I had been
warming my cold heart on a childīs dream
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the voice of the future
The Voice of the future
In the night the easterly wind picked up
windows and doors rattled
I was greatly worried a new voice from
The Middle East an Arab voice- was loud
forceful, clear and menacing.
For too long had the people been corrupted
by western influences saying one thing while
practising the opposite.
The voice was harsh an uncompromising
void of charity and tolerated no objection,
the voice of those who had been oppressed too
long and forced to nurture a voracious crow,
a colonial outpost of European misfits,
a...
In the night the easterly wind picked up
windows and doors rattled
I was greatly worried a new voice from
The Middle East an Arab voice- was loud
forceful, clear and menacing.
For too long had the people been corrupted
by western influences saying one thing while
practising the opposite.
The voice was harsh an uncompromising
void of charity and tolerated no objection,
the voice of those who had been oppressed too
long and forced to nurture a voracious crow,
a colonial outpost of European misfits,
a...
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the abused
The Abused
I met this girl she was tall and walk like a gladiator,
but she was not there when I needed her.
He - let stick to I- had been walking all night now it was dawn
and I was very tired, young people too get tired.
By the road a labourers cabin the door was not locked and
I went in sat by bench and fell asleep. When I awoke three men
were leering at me, they were of the type that become guards
at prisonersī camp and are the willing executioners of tyranny
and killers o innocence and beauty. I tried to get away,
but they...
I met this girl she was tall and walk like a gladiator,
but she was not there when I needed her.
He - let stick to I- had been walking all night now it was dawn
and I was very tired, young people too get tired.
By the road a labourers cabin the door was not locked and
I went in sat by bench and fell asleep. When I awoke three men
were leering at me, they were of the type that become guards
at prisonersī camp and are the willing executioners of tyranny
and killers o innocence and beauty. I tried to get away,
but they...
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grumpy morning
Grumpy Monday Morning
I sit by the bed canīt make up my mind lie down or get up.
I used to have a dog it woke me up early I had to take it out
first thing and when it came back it checked every room.
My house has eight rooms each floor is on different level,
in the old days when I held parties friends, full of wine, used
to break legs, the ambulance crew knew my address.
Donīt know what happened to my friends some joined AA and
sent me leaflets about the danger of booze; others simply got
decrepit lost their marbles and went back to their old country....
I sit by the bed canīt make up my mind lie down or get up.
I used to have a dog it woke me up early I had to take it out
first thing and when it came back it checked every room.
My house has eight rooms each floor is on different level,
in the old days when I held parties friends, full of wine, used
to break legs, the ambulance crew knew my address.
Donīt know what happened to my friends some joined AA and
sent me leaflets about the danger of booze; others simply got
decrepit lost their marbles and went back to their old country....
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