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Tuesday, 14 July 2015

SHARAKU, a sonnet by James L.S. Carter



                                                                          SHARAKU

                                                                    by  James L.S.Carter




                                                            






                             To capture actors' grimaces with lines

                             And trace the textures of their lineaments

                             Expose the part that the man underlines

                             And with a colour betray a sixth sense.

                             To shade in character and capture thought

                             All with an individual voice and style

                             To paint a mood, in action horror caught,

                             Or all the geisha's pleasures to beguile.

                             This have I found in you and more besides

                             With eyebrows floating in a moon of face,

                             The villain or the hero, charm, disgrace,

                              The scorn that pities or care that derides,

                             Great artist, let a sister art supply

                              The admiring praise of the admiring eye.




                                  Copyright: James L.S.Carter July 2015

Monday, 13 July 2015

A Poem for Greville Ewan Janner, Baron of Braunstone by Lindsay Oliver




My friend Lindsay Oliver read this poem to a meeting of the Blind Poetics performance group in the Blind Poet bar on West Nicolson Street Edinburgh on the evening of 13th July 2015. It was very well received by the large audience in attendance

                                      

This Scar


Read by author     
This scar is not of the physical kind.
Neither can it heal, nor can it bind.
This scar is not of the concrete clan.
It will not conform to a viable plan.
This scar has no particular odour or taste.
It’s not in the blood or foul body waste.
This scar sanctifies darkness, nullifies light,
exhumes shadows, discharges night.
This scar holds a secret in an outstretched hand,
sculpted of mud, branded by rain, and etched in sand.
This scar was lit by a slow burning fuse.
It will bend you, break you, force you to choose.
This scar feeds on rumours of indelible pain,
sets off depth charges of a submersible stain.
This scar is not of the visible breed,
It is not in a book that no one will read.
It does not reside in the words on the page.
This scar is a silent, simmering rage.

Author’s Notes
1. ‘This Scar’ appeared in Poetry 24 an online poetry journal focused on poetry and current affairs (found here)and will appear in the anthology MS: My Story

Copyright © 2015 Lindsay Oliver


                               BARON JANNER'S LIFE STORY

                               GREVILLE JANNER, LEADING ZIONIST

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

TWO POEMS REGARDING THE FUTURE OF CAPITALISM



          WHO RULES BIG PHARMA AND THE WORLD by  Thomas Hoskyns Leonard


                                                             



Tuesday, 7 July 2015

LINDSAY OLIVER'S WEBSITE (Poetry and Fiction)


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Sunday, 5 July 2015

RAINBOW GIRL (Poem)

                                                             RAINBOW GIRL
 
                                                      by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard

                                           

To Nicola Romanski


Strange creature rising from Daedalus,

Pink pointed face, pentagon of udders for breasts,

Sturdy, Grecian thighs.

Why are you in my house

Treating me like a church mouse

While you pontificate about things from the skies?

So off to the Lammermuirs we go,

With Leofric the Manx cat in full flow

And there over the wind farm

Hangs a fully-fledged rainbow!

O'er the rainbow you're suddenly gone

Divesting yourself of your purple thong

'Thank goodness for that,' exclaims Leofric, the cat,

'I never could stand that twat.'

But at t'other end of the rainbow

There emerges the most beautiful maiden I have ever seen,

Full breasted, cute-arsed, and plenty of spleen.

'Come with me, to the Goblin Ha'' she cries;

'I'll treat you to cullen skink, and a brace of haggis too,'

I replied, and that day I could have died.


Composer's Notes: Composed while rousing myself from a sleep fog 




WHO RULES THE WORLD--REPLY TO THOMAS LEONARD (A poem by Scott F.)



                     WHO RULES THE WORLD--REPLY TO THOMAS LEONARD


                                                 

Mikhail Bakunin


Thursday, 2 July 2015

WHO RULES THE WORLD? a poem by Tom Leonard


                                WHO RULES BIG PHARMA AND THE WORLD?

                                                    by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard


                                                               




        'Tis the kinky Illuminati zombies,' dizzy Annie said,

        Going off her mind-controlled head.

        'Though MK Ultra and the twisted C.I.A. got to me,

         Just as they'll fry us all, quite verily,

        And I don't know what I really see.'

        What would the global security Statisticians at Los Alamos say?

        The all reliable Harry F. Martz, I'm sure he knows the way.

        'Capitalism rules the world,' yells my dear friend Scottie,

        'And conspiracy theorists are much too potty.'

       The Bilderberg Group don't have the nous

       Though perchance they're manipulated by their twisted spouse.

        In my pipe dreams, a 'Eugenics Consortium' I perceive

       Always ready the proletariat to deceive,

        Maybe metaphoric but perchance stark reality, and historic.

        Pruning and mind controlling us with toxic psych meds, ECT and Monsanto chemicals;

        Slaying the nations with their munitions and biochemicals,

        Tampering with our genes, engineering distorted humanoids,

        Next they'll be turning us into star-shaped zorro-trapezoids,

        Diminishing our working classes with financial intrigue,

        Driving our young into depression and fatigue,

        Sanctioning our Workfare volunteers and suiciding their disabled peers,

        In league with the military, the medical-industrial consortium and the rest

        Pursuing Sir Francis Galton's mind control to remain the best.

        Practising criminality, psychopathy, and instilled paranoia with evil zest.

 

        But which control freaks rule Them and the world with a steel hewn fist?

        The Federal Reserve Class of '63, perhaps, through a foggy mist.

        A roomful of Rockefellers, Bushes, Rothschilds, Morgans and the likes,

        Who learnt to crush us all while still riding on their trikes,

        Possessors of trillions, controllers of zillions,

        As the Rothschild central banks around the globe consume billions,

        In the legacy of those who Lincoln, Garfield, Kennedy assassinated,

        Now giving payouts to conspiracy theorists sufficiently fascinated

        To hide the true clique that puts us into mystic;

        At the pinnacle of JFK's 'monolithic organisation',

        They send agents by night to fulfil their machinations,

        And destroy their enemies during fearsome visitations.

        They are the icons of the boardroom cabals and itinerants

        Who run the two hundred most important conglomerates

         And behave like mindless, gormless degenerates.


         And who is the Emperor of the Dark Side,

         He who the honest rebellious does not abide?

         Was George Herbert Bush the moll who hid behind the grassy knoll?

         Was it GHB who the multi-faceted C.I.A. manipulated?

         Was GHB a major voice in the Eugenics Movement, the turd,

         With his salivating minions Boyden Gray and William Draper the Third?

         The movement so full of mouth out of the Deep South,

         Once financed by Carnegie, Harriman, Rockefeller and Kellogg,

         Who should have been tied arse-up over a log and heartily flogged.

          Did GHB foresee the danger of too many black babies,

         While much less concerned about diseases like scabies and rabies?

         Did he as Ambassador to the United Nations go

         To advocate surgical contraception and even more woe?

         Did GHB advocate sterilising children with low IQ

         With the help of UN volunteers straight out of the zoo?

         Was it GHB who sent us to Iraq ill-fated?

         GHB, GBH, it's all the same to me!

         Was it GHB who Big Pharma supplicated?

         In Rockefeller tradition of yore, toxic psych meds were financed and advocated!

         Was it GHB who with those on the Eli Lilly payroll fornicated?

         Was it GHB who a queer pedo sex ring operated

         While the pedo politicians, some MK-Ultra mind-controlled, appropriately co-operated?

         Beware GHB! Dr. Bruce Lavine is coming for your smelly pubic hair!


         Slimy Daddy Prescott, carefree GHB, George wimp, and tricky Jeb the Reb,

         These scumbags have entangled us in their family's pox-ridden spider's web;

         And the Rockellers, Morgans, Rothschilds, and the rest?

         They should be chained breast by breast and devoured at Woden's fest,

         While the motley four in a burning bush are of their entrails divested.

         Then will our beautiful world

          From the Shaman-like ripples from above break free,

          And our multi-coloured flags will be unfurled

          While we co-exist in human wealth and harmony.


          But sorry my dear friends! This resolution is but a Grecian fantasy;

          Even without these nerds, our world will remain in apoplexy,

          Because governments always look to the rich

          Who create the poor and throw them into a ditch.

          Scottie's eagle-eyed perception opposes my muddled imperception:

          In his mind, the ultimate problem in the world is Hierarchy

          Which sets some above the rest,

           Divides between superiority and inferiority,

           We'd thereby need global democracy,
       
           A revolution against the one percent

           By the oppressed minority !

           But if anarchy were ever to transpire

           Would we not need Hierarchy to conspire

           How to guarantee

           Our food, education, housing, and medication

           And our freedom to creative be?

           That should be enough for me,

           And enough for ye.

            I throw the ball into your court, Mikhail Bakunin;

            Fill the details in!

            Where's the beef?

            Or are we forever, increasingly chemicalised, on God's reef?

            Our good Lord desperately wants us to survive;

            If only grass roots democracy could endeavour to thrive;

            Last chance saloon, before we fly with Ganymede to Jupiter's seventh moon,






Composer's Notes: This poem expresses my considered opinion as of 7th. July 2015, and this stands to be updated in the light of any further information or insights received. My thanks to two members of the Edinburgh All Comers Writers Club for valuable background information and several other members for their constructive comments. My conclusions could be interpreted as a 'working model' which stands to be updated in the light of superior scientific argument, which is thereby invited.


In my opinion, a new type of world society needs to be created which provides (1) food 
(2) adequate medical care (3) a good education (4) good housing (5) an adequate 
guaranteed minimum income (6) the freedom to pursue creative endeavour 
(7) a safe environment free from bigotry (8) freedom from  unnecessary war,and 
(9) freedom from harmful effects from chemicals. vaccines, and medications, for 
everybody, while also endeavouring to protect nature and the future of our planet. 

We need to focus on these and further 'axioms for a world society', and then go to 
great lengths to discuss the sorts of social, economical, and political structures 
which might accommodate them. It would appear that our currently disastrous 
form of Capitalism would need to be abandoned.

Please also see SOURCES OF EVIDENCE


                            THE NAZI HYDRA IN AMERICA (p124-5)


                        THE END OF CAPITALISM HAS BEGUN (July 2015)


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