Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
magic tree
The Magic Almond Tree
And now it is time
For the ugly almond tree to blossom
And be a bride of spring
And how beautiful she is
Amongst dowdy olive trees that may
Have cornered the culinary market
The beauty belongs to my almond tree.
How did this come about?
A Nordic princess married an Arabic prince
In Lusitania but she missed the snow
And was unhappy.
The prince prayed to his God and next year
The almond tree bloomed and strewed pink and
White flowers on her path
And today I saw the magic of her smile.
And now it is time
For the ugly almond tree to blossom
And be a bride of spring
And how beautiful she is
Amongst dowdy olive trees that may
Have cornered the culinary market
The beauty belongs to my almond tree.
How did this come about?
A Nordic princess married an Arabic prince
In Lusitania but she missed the snow
And was unhappy.
The prince prayed to his God and next year
The almond tree bloomed and strewed pink and
White flowers on her path
And today I saw the magic of her smile.
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hunger
Hunger
It must have been numbing
A city surrounded and skeletal people
Falling on the pavement and
The boy – who can anyone forget him-
He had stolen potatoes in the field
And the guards made him drop them
His spuds rolling in the street
And soldiers laughing kicking them around
Food for his family.
Some pictures stay with you forever
Truth cannot be eradicated.
It must have been numbing
A city surrounded and skeletal people
Falling on the pavement and
The boy – who can anyone forget him-
He had stolen potatoes in the field
And the guards made him drop them
His spuds rolling in the street
And soldiers laughing kicking them around
Food for his family.
Some pictures stay with you forever
Truth cannot be eradicated.
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electrification
Modern Times
Artificial heart
Its batteries fastened to your belt
Be careful
Always have reserve batteries
In your pocket
Should you run out you have got
2 minutes
To find and replace
So do not fumble and lose them
On the floor.
Artificial heart
Its batteries fastened to your belt
Be careful
Always have reserve batteries
In your pocket
Should you run out you have got
2 minutes
To find and replace
So do not fumble and lose them
On the floor.
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The Serb general
The Serb General
I used to be a general,
drank plum booze with the best
now I sit in a jail in Haag
waiting for their verdict.
This that I should sit here in this country
with cowardly soldiers
who would not fight when my army came,
but gave me the key to the town
I find this deeply disgusting.
I used to be a general,
drank plum booze with the best
now I sit in a jail in Haag
waiting for their verdict.
This that I should sit here in this country
with cowardly soldiers
who would not fight when my army came,
but gave me the key to the town
I find this deeply disgusting.
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Yemeni
Yemeni
Plumes of smoke a mortar shell hits brown rocks,
Does it ever rain in this country?
Two warring tribes and yes it is Yemen again, only this time
Americans with their drones have taken side
Both tribes are equally awful
I think they chose the one that speaks the best English.
From the bridge of my I saw Yemen through my binoculars
And it looked like a place fit for wild goats and
eccentric with crumbed, ornate knives
A place for dust coloured mountain ranges and thorny bushes
Too hardy to be rained on.
Yet squabbling people live...
Plumes of smoke a mortar shell hits brown rocks,
Does it ever rain in this country?
Two warring tribes and yes it is Yemen again, only this time
Americans with their drones have taken side
Both tribes are equally awful
I think they chose the one that speaks the best English.
From the bridge of my I saw Yemen through my binoculars
And it looked like a place fit for wild goats and
eccentric with crumbed, ornate knives
A place for dust coloured mountain ranges and thorny bushes
Too hardy to be rained on.
Yet squabbling people live...
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worth a fight
Worth a Fight.
It is no longer about right or wrongs it
is about taking a stand..... Against those whose forefathers
came to this country to escape poverty and tyranny,
and now want to end democracy
the unwritten consensus by people of different classes.
We have become soft liberal,
Christianity you said? Don’t make me laugh we are far too
self assured to believe in god.
And we are giving way while their imams eggs the people on
and not for a moment do they stop
No, not for a sneeze of hesitation do they think that if they went
back to...
It is no longer about right or wrongs it
is about taking a stand..... Against those whose forefathers
came to this country to escape poverty and tyranny,
and now want to end democracy
the unwritten consensus by people of different classes.
We have become soft liberal,
Christianity you said? Don’t make me laugh we are far too
self assured to believe in god.
And we are giving way while their imams eggs the people on
and not for a moment do they stop
No, not for a sneeze of hesitation do they think that if they went
back to...
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The French
French, the People
I went to a wedding in Paris that was some time ago
when the lily white French in their cotton packed
arrogance thought the Arabs they had pressed to live
in cheap housing, was a happy lot.
The wedding was conducted on a barge that was going
down the Seine and up again and on the voyage we
could see the Eifel tower in all its garish colours.
To work on a wedding barge is well paid only white
French waiters, although the kitchen staff, was foreigners
I mean those who wash pots and spits in your soup.
It was a grand...
I went to a wedding in Paris that was some time ago
when the lily white French in their cotton packed
arrogance thought the Arabs they had pressed to live
in cheap housing, was a happy lot.
The wedding was conducted on a barge that was going
down the Seine and up again and on the voyage we
could see the Eifel tower in all its garish colours.
To work on a wedding barge is well paid only white
French waiters, although the kitchen staff, was foreigners
I mean those who wash pots and spits in your soup.
It was a grand...
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waterways
Waterway
When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often
seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean
and unquestionable becoming inconsequent.
It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it
could not run the other way back to white water of innocence.
I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying
to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn
once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not
understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong
Time,...
When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often
seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean
and unquestionable becoming inconsequent.
It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it
could not run the other way back to white water of innocence.
I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying
to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn
once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not
understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong
Time,...
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freedom of the press
Freedom of the Press
The hallowed freedom of the press
In the west
Doesn’t sit well in the east
when Islam is made fun of.
So leave them alone to worship
Allah their way,
Millions of backsides exposed
to an ignorant world.
We can make fun of the Germans,
the frog and sex mad Swedes
We laugh and giggle
until someone gets up and
hit the offender for going too far.
when saying someone’s mother
is a slut
Great democracy the elite tells us,
but do not go too far
and never make fun of a Jew.
The hallowed freedom of the press
In the west
Doesn’t sit well in the east
when Islam is made fun of.
So leave them alone to worship
Allah their way,
Millions of backsides exposed
to an ignorant world.
We can make fun of the Germans,
the frog and sex mad Swedes
We laugh and giggle
until someone gets up and
hit the offender for going too far.
when saying someone’s mother
is a slut
Great democracy the elite tells us,
but do not go too far
and never make fun of a Jew.
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a woman's man
A woman’s Man
Women in the merchant fleet are nothing new, there have been
stewardesses, on ships since the late fifties. Before that we had
to do with mess-boys to bring us and as they had little interest in
the work and the crew hall suffered their unappetizing nearness.
Some of the women were married or had a boyfriend amongst
the crew others not and they had a choice amongst men knocking on
their cabin door with water combed hair. Being in the catering back
then it was easy to charm them since we were with them and took their
side in a...
Women in the merchant fleet are nothing new, there have been
stewardesses, on ships since the late fifties. Before that we had
to do with mess-boys to bring us and as they had little interest in
the work and the crew hall suffered their unappetizing nearness.
Some of the women were married or had a boyfriend amongst
the crew others not and they had a choice amongst men knocking on
their cabin door with water combed hair. Being in the catering back
then it was easy to charm them since we were with them and took their
side in a...
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soul caretaker
Soul Caretaker
Saw him this morning a jute sack slung over his right shoulder
and it was full of yet un-dead nightmares.
He is the man who collects discarded dreams those we deny
having thoughts that have seeped out of our dark interior
when we have slept, all our sick thinking, unnatural sex with
family and animals and limitless violence, sack was full cleaning
up humanities excesses.
In the morning papers we read about dead children, husband
shooting or stabbing his wife, his darkest dream has become
an obscene reality. Without this man...
Saw him this morning a jute sack slung over his right shoulder
and it was full of yet un-dead nightmares.
He is the man who collects discarded dreams those we deny
having thoughts that have seeped out of our dark interior
when we have slept, all our sick thinking, unnatural sex with
family and animals and limitless violence, sack was full cleaning
up humanities excesses.
In the morning papers we read about dead children, husband
shooting or stabbing his wife, his darkest dream has become
an obscene reality. Without this man...
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something gained
Something Gained.
The milkmaid had milky white arms, strong muscles rippled
below the surface of her skin, asked if mine was big as a cow’s teats?
She took it out stroked it and I had an instant erection,
she laughed and masturbated me, and when I came I nearly fainted.
I had been milked.
It was a cold winter and I went into the barn often sometimes
she was willing other times she chased me out.
It was then I took up skating I was going to be the world’s best skater.
A day I saw a man coming down the main road, first as a little prick
then he grew...
The milkmaid had milky white arms, strong muscles rippled
below the surface of her skin, asked if mine was big as a cow’s teats?
She took it out stroked it and I had an instant erection,
she laughed and masturbated me, and when I came I nearly fainted.
I had been milked.
It was a cold winter and I went into the barn often sometimes
she was willing other times she chased me out.
It was then I took up skating I was going to be the world’s best skater.
A day I saw a man coming down the main road, first as a little prick
then he grew...
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