Saturday 20 November 2010

Nature’s Way



Your rose is withered and forlorn
Can nothing save its blackened thorn?
I recommend a cure that will -
Selected works of Kim Jong Il!
A reading every noon and night
Will radically change its plight
And where before the petals fell
New buds will soon begin to swell


Iranian Uranium
Is best for your geranium
And if it’s still a little sad
An hour of Ahmedinajad
Recorded live in Isfahan
And via Turkish Kurdistan,
Is guaranteed to bring it round
And make a difference most profound
But for an even healthier glow
Try ‘Hizbollah’s Magic Multigrow’


Resist the gardener’s common urge
To fault each autocratic purge
In countries whose political slants
Will likely cheer your garden plants
For nature is, beneath the sun
At root, totalitarian
To those who loathe the scorpions whip
And criticise dictatorship
In Pyongyang, Burma or Khartoum
I say…‘Let a hundred flowers bloom’!


Friday 19 November 2010

Go

Go
This is no womb
And you are
no cherished issue

Your only future lies
out there
To join your brethren
the Sirocco, the Pampero
and the great Typhoon

Be under no illusion
You were never welcome here
And your continued presence
will not long be tolerated

Yet even in your going you must
show caution
For in this crowded city there are some
who would resent your passing
Like thoughtful Telemachus you must
leave quietly!

You have the power
to fuel a conflagration
Yet, I ask you: let go completely
No petty lingering whines
No thundering explosion
You need not make a scene

Hot air is quickly gone
But you have the pneuma
the destiny
if you will only grasp it
to reach the highest heavens

Here in this tense confinement
they show you nothing but contempt
Look at their wrinkled noses
when they notice
just a hint of your presence.

Go
Speed on to distant altitudes
For in swift currents
you can at last be one
with the very furies of the skies.