poems by IBRAHEEM - - - - - - - - - اللهُ أَكْبَرُ اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ

POEMS (index) -

2020-01-01T19:47:00.129+01:00

CURRENTLY 144 POEMS TOTALLING 20,191 LINES

144 ==>> Twenty Thousand Lines - so time to celebrate
Written late June 2011 - (168 lines)

143 ==>> Territorialism - and many other isms
Written late June 2011 - (56 lines)

142 ==>> EVIL is LIVE - and that is not all
Written 25 June 2011 - (74 lines)

141 ==>> The Fed Means Red - as in: deficit, bankruptcy, blood, war
Written 25 June 2011 - (92 lines)

140 ==>> Vote the Veto - or: Veto the Vote
Written late June 2011 - (44 lines)

139 ==>> The Graveyard of Empires - may it live up to its name again!
Written late June 2011 - (144 lines)

138 ==>> Zionism and Judaism - are one and the same!
Written mid June 2011 - (272 lines)

137 ==>> The Muslim Quarter - as in twentyfive percent
Written mid June 2011 - (48 lines)

136 ==>> Peace to the World - and Justice for ALL
Written 17 June 2011 - (54 lines)

135 ==>> Balloonatics - there must be a limit to hyper-inflation...
Written mid June 2011 - (210 lines)

134 ==>> Modern Living - is this your lifestyle?
Written mid June 2011 - (42 lines)

133 ==>> Winter Trees - what is it like to be a tree in a northern winter?
Written early June 2011 - (102 lines)

132 ==>> Kings and Queens - welcome to the Royal Court
Written 8 June 2011 - (180 lines)

131 ==>> Propaganda - the proper word for the mass media
Written late May 2011 - (312 lines)

130 ==>> The Power of the WORD - leaves you speechless...
Written late January 2011 - (120 lines)

129 ==>> An Eye for an Eye - back to basics
Written late January 2011 - (94 lines)

128 ==>> Why ISLAM? - you really need to ask?
Written mid January 2011 - (161 lines)

127 ==>> The Bland Leading the Bland - the EU leadership
Written mid January 2011 - (55 lines)

126 ==>> We Toll Jews So - or if you prefer: we told you so
Written mid January 2011 - (152 lines)

125 ==>> Today, Tomorrow, Toyota...? - not for me!
Written early January 2011 - (323 lines)

124 ==>> Doing Good - must be good, or...?
Written early January 2011 - (42 lines)

123 ==>> Ireland Recolonised - this time by international bankers
Written 1-2 January 2011 - (230 lines)

122 ==>> The Cardinal Sins - the scandals gripping the Catholic Church
Written late December 2010 - (310 lines)

121 ==>> Digital Hijra - to FB or not FB, is that the question?
Written 6 December 2010 - (64 lines)

120 ==>> Just a Boy - Barack Obama's reality
Written early December 2010 - (60 lines)

119 ==>> Sunni or Shia? - oh no, not again!
Written late November 2010 - (76 lines)

118 ==>> The Home of the Free - is Zionist occupied territory
Written late November 2010 - (136 lines)

117 ==>> I Slam - therefore I am
Written late November 2010 - (88 lines)

116 ==>> WYSIWYG - what you see is what you get
Written mid October 2010 - (68 lines)

115 ==>> Ramadhan 1431 - a personal reflection
Written mid September 2010 - (40 lines)

114 ==>> The Pyromaniacs - the activists from Zionist Central Command
Written late August 2010 - (428 lines)

113 ==>> From Moses to Mossad - the master plan is on track
Written late August 2010 - (100 lines)

112 ==>> The Two Missing Letters - an ancient mystery solved
Written mid August 2010 - (458 lines)

111 ==>> Go to Hell - general advice to most Western "leaders"
Written mid August 2010 - (107 lines)

110 ==>> Fair or Foul - as opposed to: Fair and Foul, or: Fail and Four
Written mid August 2010 - (142 lines)

109 ==>> The Adhaan - the Muslim call to prayer
Written mid August 2010 - (44 lines)

108 ==>> Invitation to Islam - search and you shall find
Written mid August 2010 - (40 lines)

107 ==>> Tawheed - or ONEness in Arabic, is the essence of Islam
Written mid January 2010 - (55 lines)

106 ==>> Powered by Allah - who else?
Written mid January 2010 - (51 lines)

105 ==>> Cross-Eyed - a message to all Christians
Written mid January 2010 - (133 lines)

104 ==>> The New World Order - in which Yahweh=Moloch shall rule
Written mid December 2009 - (518 lines)

103 ==>> Predators - also known as UAVs, or Crusaders
Written mid December 2009 - (137 lines)

102 ==>> Question Time - President Obama answers our questions
Written mid December 2009 - (155 lines)

101 ==>> State of Affairs - Obama's new State of the Union address
Written early December 2009 - (282 lines)

100 ==>> Triangle Tangle - it takes three to tangle properly
Written early November 2009 - (171 lines)

099 ==>> Triplets - hero to zero
Written early November 2009 - (63 lines)

098 ==>> The Tip of the IZberg - and the remaining 9/10ths?
Written early August 2009 - (192 lines)

097 ==>> The Law of ONE - and how could it be more?
Written late July 2009 - (108 lines)

096 ==>> Two Thousand and Twelve - are you getting ready?
Written July 2009 - (422 lines)

095 ==>> The Snake of Zion - is out to get you!
Written late July 2009 - (230 lines)

094 ==>> Who is a Jew? - ethnically speaking, probably not many!
Written late July 2009 - (110 lines)

093 ==>> JP2 - a tribute to pope John Paul II (1920-2005)
Written late July 2009 - (174 lines)

092 ==>> Faith-Fully - showing the way
Written mid July 2009 - (48 lines)

091 ==>> Firefighting - brave volunteers needed
Written 16 July 2009 - (52 lines)

090 ==>> Trinity Revisited - triune triad trivialised
Written mid July 2009 - (136 lines)

089 ==>> Eurabia - a EuroMuslim speaks out
Written mid July 2009 - (295 lines)

088 ==>> Ninetynine Names of Israel - and which is your favourite?
Written mid July 2009 - (99 lines)

087 ==>> Interesting - as in usurious
Written mid July 2009 - (176 lines)

086 ==>> Tragic But True - Palestine will never have a partner for peace
Written 12 July 2009 - (72 lines)

085 ==>> Why Should We - when others never do?
Written 12 July 2009 - (72 lines)

084 ==>> Shame on the World! - where is Palestine?
Written 5 April 2009 - (152 lines)

083 ==>> Ibraheem - what is in a name?
Written 4 April 2009 - (76 lines)

082 ==>> Promises Promises - one was honoured, the other not
Written 3-4 April 2009 - (96 lines)

081 ==>> NaZionism - meet the identical twins, no, triplets!
Written 1-3 April 2009 - (232 lines)

080 ==>> Letter Bombs - my home-made verbal explosives
Written 30-31 March 2009 - (108 lines)

079 ==>> Free America! - from Zionism!
Written 28 March 2009 - (237 lines)

078 ==>> Bush to Obama - a new panorama or more melodrama?
Written 28 March 2009 - (17 lines)

077 ==>> The Changing of the Guard - all change but no change!
Written 22-24 March 2009 - (81 lines)

076 ==>> Ten Little Georgie Boys - a visit to the Bush cabinet of horrors
Written 22-24 March 2009 - (335 lines)

075 ==>> If I Were a Jew - would you do the same?
Written late February 2009 - (47 lines)

074 ==>> Paradox - and what would you do?
Written late February 2009 - (64 lines)

073 ==>> Giving - there are enough worthy causes
Written late February 2009 - (68 lines)

072 ==>> Minimalism - less is more!
Written late February 2009 - (156 lines)

071 ==>> Nineteen - another way of saying bismillah
Written late February 2009 - (84 lines)

070 ==>> Numbers - no prizes for solving this riddle
Written mid February 2009 - (105 lines)

069 ==>> Blue - why are we attracted to certain colours?
Written 13-14 December 2008 - (108 lines)

068 ==>> The Hand of Fatima - help is at hand!
Written 07 December 2008 - (40 lines)

067 ==>> The Baboons are Coming - in defence of censorship
Written early December 2008 - (118 lines)

066 ==>> The Last Crusade - the War of Terror against Islam
Written early December 2008 - (602 lines)

065 ==>> The Fairground - the current global financial crisis
Written late November 2008 - (275 lines)

064 ==>> The Idea - is everything!
Written early November 2008 - (38 lines)

063 ==>> The Giant and the Dwarf - spirit and intellect
Written early November 2008 - (192 lines)

062 ==>> Hiking Viking - that's me!
Written early November 2008 - (74 lines)

061 ==>> The Sun is Setting in the West - and the Moon is rising!
Written early November 2008 - (104 lines)

060 ==>> Solar Wind - interstellar cruising
Written early November 2008 - (180 lines)

059 ==>> The Digital Bard - the virtual Wordsmith
Written late October 2008 - (264 lines)

058 ==>> Quantum Leap - for mankind!
Written late October 2008 - (201 lines)

057 ==>> Which Holocaust? - for sadly history is full of them
Written July 2008 - (810 lines)

056 ==>> The US is Still Number One - if you look at it the right way
Written mid July 2008 - (60 lines)

055 ==>> The Choice is Yours - will you make use of it?
Written early July 2008 - (127 lines)

054 ==>> Made in Denmark - joining illegal wars plus the cartoons
Written early May 2008 - (71 lines)

053 ==>> The Holy Trinity - Judaism-Christianity-Islam
Written early May 2008 - (130 lines)

052 ==>> Freedom of Expression - a very late response to the cartoons
Written 1 May 2008 - (120 lines)

051 ==>> I Give You My Word - about capturing the perfect line
Written late April 2008 - (111 lines)

050 ==>> The Oak and the Ivy - a fable, no prizes for guessing who is who
Written late April 2008 - (208 lines)

049 ==>> Feast or Famine - reverse The New World Order, and now!
Written late April 2008 - (136 lines)

048 ==>> Grow Your Own - in defence of beards
Written late April 2008 - (122 lines)

047 ==>> The Wordsmithy - open day at my workshop, so come on in!
Written late April 2008 - (312 lines)

046 ==>> As the Magpie Flies - a personal out-of-body experience
Written mid April 2008 - (84 lines)

045 ==>> Break the Spell - snapshot from occupied Palestine
Written mid April 2008 - (42 lines)

044 ==>> A Spade is a Spade - and a Zionist is a terrorist
Written mid April 2008 - (88 lines)

043 ==>> Happy Birthday Israel! - 60 years on from 14 May 1948
Written mid April 2008 - (252 lines)

042 ==>> The Evil Eye - on spy satellites
Written early February 2008 - (86 lines)

041 ==>> The War on Terror - has completely failed!
Written early September 2007 - (242 lines)

040 ==>> Made in the USA - about 11 September 2001
Written late August 2007 - (148 lines)

039 ==>> Hands off Iran! - the title says it all
Written late August 2007 - (253 lines)

038 ==>> MySpeak - more from the freewheeling Wordsmith
Written late August 2007 - (88 lines)

037 ==>> Man-Made Laws - the Wordsmith doing overtime
Written 24-25 August 2007 - (90 lines)

036 ==>> Prophet or Profit? - prophets versus prosperity preaching
Written 22-23 August 2007 - (169 lines)

035 ==>> Cruci-Fiction - was Jesus crucified?
Written mid August 2007 - (151 lines)

034 ==>> The Power of Life - will always win
Written 20 August 2007 - (51 lines)

033 ==>> Whose Land is it Anyway? - good question!
Written mid August 2007 - (130 lines)

032 ==>> My Journey to Islam - finally on the straight path
Written mid August 2007 - (163 lines)

031 ==>> Made in Germany - submarine sales to Israel summer 2006
Written early August 2007 - (83 lines)

030 ==>> Simply the Beast - America's latest arms deals / War-on-Terror
Written early August 2007 - (141 lines)

029 ==>> Jesus Crisis - thoughts on Jesus
Written early August 2007 - (206 lines)

028 ==>> The Exile Under Ishmael - an ancient prophecy
Written late July 2007 - (62 lines)

027 ==>> The Bastard Child - that nobody wanted
Written late July 2007 - (108 lines)

026 ==>> Victim to Perpetrator - by the masters of deceit
Written late July 2007 - (72 lines)

025 ==>> This Is My Jihad - why am I writing all this?
Written late July 2007 - (40 lines)

024 ==>> Soft Power - America's idiotic and toxic popular "culture"
Written late July 2007 - (92 lines)

023 ==>> State and Religion - the illusion of separating the two
Written late July 2007 - (72 lines)

022 ==>> Recreate the Caliphate - and the sooner the better!
Written late July 2007 - (150 lines)

021 ==>> On GWBs Colonoscopy - G W Bush (humour)
Written 22 July 2007 - (31 lines)

020 ==>> The Bear and the Lions - Mahmoud Abbas / Hamas
Written mid July 2007 - (83 lines)

019 ==>> The Future of Palestine - depends on whom?
Written mid July 2007 - (237 lines)

018 ==>> The Right of Veto - in the UN Security Council should be abolished
Written mid July 2007 - (42 lines)

017 ==>> The Jewry is Out - Zionism (humour)
Written mid July 2007 - (32 lines)

016 ==>> Little and Large - Israel and America
Written mid July 2007 - (81 lines)

015 ==>> To Non-Jewish Zionists - the simple question: why?
Written early July 2007 - (56 lines)

014 ==>> Like Frankenstein's Monster - Israel is out of control
Written early July 2007 - (70 lines)

013 ==>> Intelligent Design - or pure chance?
Written June-July 2007 - (54 lines)

012 ==>> Twenty-Twenty - and rising fast
Written late June 2007 - (52 lines)

011 ==>> Muslims of the World UNITE - and the sooner the better!
Written mid June 2007 - (70 lines)

010 ==>> From Israel With Hate - Lebanon War 2006
Written mid June 2007 - (104 lines)

009 ==>> The Chosen Ones - or so they think
Written mid June 2007 - (103 lines)

008 ==>> The Jewish Quarter - as in twentyfive percent
Written mid June 2007 - (146 lines)

007 ==>> Boycott Israel! - avoid goods with a bar-code starting 729
Written 06 June 2007 - (10 lines)

006 ==>> Farewell Falwell - the death of US televangelist Jerry Falwell
Written 15 May 2007 - (61 lines)

005 ==>> The Compound Eye of the Dragonfly - is 300 million years old
Written 20-22 January 2007 - (60 lines)

004 ==>> The Future Belongs to ISLAM - not a threat but a promise!
Written mid January 2007 - (93 lines)

003 ==>> Political Islam is Here to Stay - so will not go away!
Written 15 January 2007 - (25 lines)

002 ==>> The AXIS of EVIL - major work about Islam and the West
Written 2005 - (514 lines)

001 ==>> Uni-Verses - unique mix of astronomy and love
Written 2005 - (54 lines)
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Twenty Thousand Lines

2011-06-27T19:47:00.007+02:00

- so time to celebrate

Written late June 2011 - (168 lines)

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TWENTY THOUSAND LINES! Believe me, it is true
Written not so much for myself as for YOU!
So now let writer and reader celebrate
How we arrived at this happy state:

The first two poems, which together come
To less than six hundred lines, throw some
Light upon the changes taking place:
First Uni-Verses about love and space
Fiftyfour lines only but, in my view, cleverly
Arranged as two poems you can read separately
But just as in real life and the meeting of two hearts
The whole is much greater than the sum of all the parts

And then the real magic started to flow
How or why I shall probably never know
But I shall always be grateful that it did
And may it never stop - heaven forbid!

The AXIS of EVIL started taking shape
In my mind and I simply could not escape
But had to write it - "Why me?" I would ask
Not feeling sure that I was up to the task
Yet it was written, in two halves more or less
In January and November! - and I thought: "YES!
I did it, World, and that will have to do
For now I have said all I want to say to you!"
Five hundred and fourteen lines to be exact -
Little did I know that was the start of the pact!

I wrote those two poems in two thousand and five
And the following year was not exactly a hive
Of hyper activity, for not one single line
Was written - though I did not consciously resign
I probably believed that I had said everything
In The AXIS of EVIL, so resisted every string
Of political thoughts if they threatened to merge
Into a jingle or slogan on the verge
Of becoming maybe another epic to surmount
So ZERO was that year's audited line count!

But two thousand and seven started with some new
Ideas for other poems - and it was then I knew
That this was the real me and I accepted willingly
Without hesitation and in truth eagerly

From then on the train of thought has been on track
It is full steam ahead and no turning back
Nor any reversal of outlook or attitude
But writing is dependent upon the right mood

And as a look at the Index will make clear
So far two or three, maybe four times a year
An average of around a thousand lines emerge
When the irresistible creative urge
Arrives and holds me in its wonderful grip
Believe me, I thoroughly enjoy every trip
To that magic place - but nobody should think
That it is easy, for apart from food and drink
Everything else gets neglected for as long
It is possible to hammer out yet another song
With little perception of place and time
The quest is to perfect another line and rhyme
And it is quite common to work throughout the night
Then suddenly realise that outside now is bright
Yes, it is exhausting, yet invigorating, too
And great the satisfaction when you manage to do
What you wanted to accomplish, and to set
Your own strict standards and make sure that they are met -
Whenever I am in that fortunate state
The rest of the world must simply WAIT

At the end of every one of those magic spells
Of creative fulfilment, an emptiness swells
To fill me with a sadness which thankfully soon fades
And then normal life reappears and invades

Taking nothing for granted as I wait impatiently
For the next blessed period of creativity
There is absolutely nothing that I can do
To force it, and when the phase is overdue
Believe me, there is more than a mild concern
For no-one guarantees it will EVER return...

The times in between are of course in no way
Wasted or boring but in truth I have to say
Though sometimes it does seem a hopeless fight
I only feel really useful when I write

And writing is not given as a gift to every man
So I am very grateful whenever I still can

We all should experiment to find out what
Special talents we may have (or maybe not!)
So find out through trial and error and test
What it really is that you do best

Now I was always good with the written word
And strangely since a small boy instinctively preferred
The English language to that called my own
A natural love that over time has grown
So complete that in every verbal way
My brain is completely re-programmed today
And I did it all myself, first laboriously
But always purposefully and seriously
As if deep inside I already knew
That English would become my way to speak to YOU

And is it getting easier with experience?
"Practice makes perfect" - the saying does make sense
For as with any other craft or trade
You find out how the whole process is made
And what was new and strange becomes the norm
Just like the blacksmith keeps the furnace warm
And strikes the iron while still malleable and hot
A Wordsmith learns what works and what does not

Also, in my younger days I did write songs
And performed them too, and that belongs
In the same department as poetry
Both are about rhythm and symmetry

Can my creativity in any way be traced
To the fact that I officially embraced
Islam in late two thousand and six?
Did that maybe in some subtle way fix
A deeper connection which from then on
Enables me to get my writing done?

But My Journey to Islam started twenty years ago
So why now? Allahu alam [God knows] - for I do not know!

Twenty Thousand Lines - excuse me: HOW?
I do not really understand it even now
Maybe in the past it would have gone to my head
But since embracing Islam I have instead
Of a self-centered possibly conceited attitude
A clear and sharp focus for my heartfelt gratitude
And my Brothers and Sisters all know what I mean:
Al-hamdu-Lillah! Rabbi-al-Alameen!
[The praise belongs to Allah, Lord of all the Worlds]

Had anyone suggested five years ago
That my five hundred lines of poetry would grow
To a massive twenty thousand in four years and a half
My reaction would have been to shake my head and laugh...
For surely to do that would need a Word Superstar
Yet Twenty Thousand Lines - there they are!
But only because someone did persist
Unique combinations of words now exist
For you to love or hate or maybe just ignore -
Whatever your reaction: expect many more!

Twenty Thousand Lines - yes I know
It is just a number but it does go to show
That the old man in The Wordsmithy still works hard
Doing the bidding of The Digital Bard
For time has proven their common theme
And you should never change a winning team
So more hot topics where sparks will fly
Will be given the treatment the two always apply
Before results appear in the usual place
So do come to visit us in cyberspace

Yet quality not quantity is what matters more
I leave it to my readers to work out that score
For officially I have no opinion about that
Nor any time for such unimportant chat

But please take the time to read every line
The faults and blemishes are of course all mine
But that should not detract from what I try to say
And if somehow I could find a better way
Then I would not for one moment hesitate
But still I do the best that I can at any rate
To tell it like it is according to my view
Of the world - and to share it with YOU

Twenty Thousand Lines - my poems represent
Collectively a very serious investment
Of my precious time here on planet Earth
So it is my hope that you will find them worth
Reading at least once and maybe more than twice
Finally here is some fatherly advice
To those who have not read any of them yet
Assuming you have access to the Internet
There is really no excuse not to do so, and may
I suggest that you all read one poem every day

In which case I am a few months ahead
Speaking my mind about something someone said
Or I myself experienced, or thought or read or heard
And then surrendered to The Power of the WORD

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Territorialism

2011-06-26T19:47:00.004+02:00

- and many other isms

Written late June 2011 - (56 lines)

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Terrorism or territorialism?
The words are easy to understand
But do excuse our skepticism
Instead of or should it not be and?

For clothed in any old euphemism
They frequently march hand in hand
Illegal and barbaric expansionism
Just look at the brutalised Holy Land
Where Judaism posing as Zionism
Is always drawing new lines in the sand
They share more than end-rhymes with Nazism
And all good people must now make a stand
Against brutal neo-colonialism
The sinister project progressing as planned
In total disregard for law and criticism
Starting new fires then eagerly fanned

Soon totalitarian corporatism
Might issue the non-negotiable command
That all kinds of currently lawful activism
Must be stopped immediately and scanned
For any little secret sign or symbolism
That might implicate that heroic band
In the crime of supporting pluralism
For if so would probably later demand
One-person-one-vote, or similar pragmatism
And so destroy the market for that well-known brand
Of old-fashioned heavy-handed despotism
That works so well for the privileged and grand
Lost in their delusions and narcissism
Though most are in fact both boring and bland
Unable to cope with reform and modernism
They cling to the past their generations spanned

There is no room for innocent romanticism
So never leave the trenches undermanned
The fight is truly on and this is realism
Examining the situation strand for strand
Observed in the sharp focus of the prism
Of reason that no nonsense can withstand
Pessimism slowly giving way to optimism
Already practising cartwheels plus handstand
With Marxism, Leninism, communism, socialism
Now all consigned to the historic wasteland
Shortly to be followed by capitalism
Where blood mixed with gold nuggets must be panned
The perfect example of the ultimate schism
For greed-before-need, the word is shorthand

I shall be accused of promoting Islamism
And judged a threat to the entire homeland
They might start the antics with fundamentalism
For a friend is dark, though in truth just tanned
If that does not work they could try extremism
Warranting perhaps some kind of reprimand
Or charge me with glorifying terrorism
And possibly detain me on indefinite remand
But one thing works every time: anti-Semitism
And I do fear my writings may soon be banned!

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EVIL is LIVE

2011-06-25T19:47:00.006+02:00

- and that is not all

Written 25 June 2011 - (74 lines)

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EVIL is LIVE - if read from the back
Just thought you might like to know
And if we could open a tiny crack
A ray of light might show

Similar - but not identical
No mirror image to see
Nor fully interchangeable
No perfect symmetry

For EVIL is LIVE the wrong way round
And wrong all around the world!
Its ugly fingerprints are found
On bombs and insults hurled

EVIL is arrogant, so bends
All rules in every book
But in truth it all depends
On which way we look

Could LIVE be EVIL read the right way?
Right-left, like Arabs do?
And if you claim it is NOT, then may
The DEVIL come after you!

Oh my God! Did you notice that?
We have a new problem now!
Prepare for some serious combat
For this we just cannot allow:

DEVIL is LIVED - in reverse!
How absurd, grotesque and perverse!
One problem led seamlessly to the next
Like curses in some ancient text -
I still do not know what to make of this
But it does not look like good, maybe give it a miss?

Still, there might be something there
Profound or exciting, to explore and share
So let us continue at least for a while -
Would a little DEVIL with a sweet smile
And ever so small and harmless horns
With which he warns and sometimes scorns
Perhaps be good enough to drop in
Materialise and then begin
To patiently explain it all
And I should listen like a thrall -
Having waited six hours in vain, somehow
I do not think I will bother now...
It seems a shame but then again
I never seem to be present when
Interesting visitors choose to come...
Ah well, no reason for me to succumb
To any kind of depression, oh no
So with spirits high, on we go -

But, a nagging and lingering doubt
Will not go away, so I let it out:
Listen - if it is EVIL to LIVE
Does that mean we do not have to forgive?
And what is the purpose of it all then?
The law of the jungle would rule all men
As opposed to the case presently
Controlling just the majority

And if DEVIL is LIVED, the past tense of LIVE
Then Satan is dead and no longer active!
But the daily news brings proof of his claws -
Somewhere in this logic there must be flaws!

So, embarrassed, we have to say
We did not learn a lot today:
EVIL is LIVE and DEVIL is LIVED
But even after my last thought was sieved
My wonder was growing still more immense:
Can this really be a coincidence?

I am still not sure it makes any sense
We may all have to wait in suspense
Becoming increasingly nervous and tense
Rely perhaps on providence
To come to our collective defense
Before any meaningful sentence
Can be constructed - and hence
We end right here without further pretense!

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The Fed Means Red

2011-06-24T19:47:00.008+02:00

- as in: deficit, bankruptcy, blood, war

Written 25 June 2011 - (92 lines)

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Whether he laughed or only smiled
The vital cornerstone was laid
When the original Rothschild
Mayer Amschel Bauer, said:

"If I control the currency
I do not care who makes the laws"
Consider that with urgency
You may need a thinking pause

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The Fed is powerful and strong
And sets the nation's interest rates
But, did you know, does not belong
To any of the United States!

Almost one hundred years ago
A horrible conspiracy
Was planned when bankers keeping low
Profiles met in secrecy

They cleverly devised a scheme
And persuaded a nasty man
To lead a rather ruthless team
In carrying out the evil plan

Passed, in order not to rouse
Suspicions, in subtle ways
By an almost empty House
During Christmas holidays!

So much for the season of goodwill
Oaths of office and the Holy Ghost!
Pure treason, echoing still
From Capitol Hill and coast to coast

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Why is there no money left
In America today?
Could it possibly be theft
All across the USA?

Is it due to lack of thrift
By the ordinary folk?
Or is simple careless drift
The reason Uncle Sam is broke?

Valid questions, most agree
Any sensible reply?
Difficult - but honestly
This is truly do or die

For all the bad news that scares
Us is not only Interesting
Overall The State of Affairs
Looks more than just alarming

Bankruptcy approaching fast
Robbing Peter to pay Paul!
How much longer can it last?
A superpower about to fall!

The rich get richer while the poor
Get little or no help at all
How much more can they endure
Before we hear the clarion call?

Increasingly it is "them" and "us"
All is certainly not well
Losing jobs and homes plus
Billions more for Israel

Many now have had enough
And demand a better deal
The road ahead indeed looks rough
It is time to get real!

Time to take your nation back
From Wall Street and The Fed
The President may well be black
But everyone else is in the red

Except of course for the elite
The top one-and-a-half percent
Who never stroll down Main Street
Their time is profitably spent!

Stare the nation in the face -
It just might make them see the light!
Any guilt? Not a trace!
How can the wealthy sleep at night?

While record debt and deficit
Grind the common people down
Who can see the end of it?
Those who can are leaving town

Some have nowhere left to go
But soup kitchens and rubbish dumps
A cruel and agonising show
Like war veterans on their stumps...

They gave so much - but for what
Was their blood, sweat, tears and toil?
The essence of the ghastly plot:
Israel, the rich, and oil!

Cuts and threats to Medicare
Will anybody hear you shout?
For many millions much despair
So before the middle class dies out -

Occupy the Treasury!
You Americans do deserve
Better than this treachery:
Close The Federal Reserve!

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Copyright © 2011 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved

Vote the Veto

2011-06-23T19:47:00.005+02:00

- or: Veto the Vote

Written late June 2011 - (44 lines)

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Vote the veto or veto the vote?
Same result either way
There is an agenda to promote
But NOT the order of the day

Following rules that others wrote
Sinister interests are at play
Zion's commands learnt by rote
America knows what it must say

The UN suffers from permanent bloat
Palestine tops the full in-tray
Lots of time some now devote
To make sure that is where it will stay

Slowly recite the longest quote
From any famous political essay
Weasel words fit for a stoat!
Going on and on in an endless array

Frequent stops to clear your throat
Every conceivable delay
GET US OFF THIS LEAKING BOAT!
Any more principles left to betray?

Always pointing out the mote
In hollow horror and dismay
In the Muslim eye, they dote
On Israel, that rabid stray!

Hear them cackle as they gloat
Again proceedings went astray!
Those who represent the goat
Are making lots of lovely hay!

I have a brilliant idea to float
So let me put it on display
Though its acceptance is remote
Decent folks will hope and pray:

The perfect obvious antidote
Throw the Security Council away
And peace and justice, experts note
Will finally have a chance: HOORAY!

Or - hang up every wet turncoat
In the sun and watch them sway
Then dump them in the slimy moat
To slowly become a uniform grey

And as we go, a quick footnote:
Decent nations - refuse to pay!
All they can do is to demote
But benefits will far outweigh!

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The Graveyard of Empires

2011-06-22T19:47:00.006+02:00

- may it live up to its name again!

Written late June 2011 - (144 lines)

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Afghanistan was SO beautiful
Before deadly conflict came to Kabul
Kandahar, Jalalabad, Mazar-e-Sharif
The foreign invaders cause nothing but grief
Adding to ten years of civil war
Afghanistan cannot take any more

And can you remember why they went there?
Oh yes, because of that nightmare
Staged in America two thousand and one
To show what degree of evil can be done
But September eleven was a backdoor job
Sold to a numbed revenge-seeking mob
As a cowardly attack on innocent USA
By mad Muslim militants who came all the way
From training camps in remote Afghanistan
And hated, for no reason, all things American -
And if you believe that, well, anything
For invasion plans had long been in full swing
So the way was suddenly cleared and paved
For whatever the Bush administration craved
In blood and treasure from his own countrymen
No price was too high - would they fall for it again?

Stating the obvious: they probably would
If suitably prepared by Fox News and Hollywood...

Agreed, America was attacked by terrorists
But the names on the official wanted lists
Are all false, and those in high places know
That Afghanistan was not the proper place to go
And that anyone who really wants to look for them
Should visit Washington and of course Jerusalem!

But Mullah Omar and the Taliban
Did not fit The New World Order plan
For Central Asia's power play
So could not be allowed to stay
Therefore they had to be removed
And although nobody ever proved
That they or Osama had anything to do
With September eleven, America flew
Into action most eagerly
After having immediately
With lies and deceit and comical twists
Blamed the attacks on the Islamists

The real world is very different to this
Fairytale of good versus evil - do not miss
Any opportunity to find out what is what
It will seldom correspond with the version you got
From official news channels if you live in the West
But for your own sake do put them to the test

Always listen to the voice that has
The logical answer, in this case: OIL AND GAS

As the Caspian basin is full of both
The region may expect enormous growth
In the short-to-medium and even long run
But before any profits can be won
The goods must be brought to markets far
From the nations where the resources are
(The major ones: Kazakhstan
Azerbaijan and Turkmenistan)
So several pipelines must be built
At great cost but of course no guilt
At least one across Afghanistan
Continuing right through Pakistan
Reaching seaports and India -
WHY? Mainly hysteria
That Islamic Iran, though the shortest route
Which therefore ought to perfectly suit
Cold cash and logic, MUST be bypassed
So any other nation could be trespassed
Upon to serve that selfish goal
Even if it meant turning the whole
Region upside down through wars
Who cares so long as business scores
And the Judeo-Christian West
Outperforms all the rest

And Afghanistan itself, say new estimates
Has mineral wealth that some foreign states
Would love to get their bloody and dirty hands on:
Three trillion dollars worth, according to one

Plus controlling another rich trade:
Ninety-plus percent of all heroin is made
In Afghanistan today, although the Taliban
Had all but wiped out the poppies through a ban
Imposed towards the end of their brief term
As official UN statistics confirm

Another component in America's plan:
Surrounding or containing China and Iran
In short, empire building at its worst
But that toxic bubble, inshallah, will burst
Any moment now - and good people pray
They will live to greet that happy day

So, all in all, and with maybe some to spare
Plenty of good reasons to go, AND STAY, there

If you think I am just kicking up a fuss
Do your own research, then let us discuss!

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The project progressing today was begun
Many years ago when David Ben-Gurion
Stated that a greater risk to Israel
Than all Arab nations combined was - well?
In the thoughts and words of that evil man
He claimed that it was (have you guessed it?) PAKISTAN
And even the not-so-clever can now see
The enemy of civilised humanity
International Zionism at work yet again
Using precious funds and able-bodied men
Of other nations to pursue and implement
Its own grand agenda, always intent
On causing chaos and mayhem everywhere
For Zion has never been known to spare
Anyone or anything getting in the way
In the long slow march to rule the world one day...

"And what has this to do with Afghanistan?"
Excuse me! And wake up NOW - if you can!
More than we know and maybe everything
Connect the dots and see a dreadful string
Of events that spread cancer according to a plan
Leading to infested Afghanistan
For cell by cell and bite by bite
That persistent predatory parasite
Known as The Snake of Zion is fed
By death - until we cut off its head!

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Everyone who came before them withdrew!
What makes them think that they can do
What nobody ever achieved before?
They might win every battle but will still lose the war!

If more NATO deaths are what it takes to ease
Afghanistan's suffering: more body bags please!
The more the merrier - even Islamists will dance!
And the sooner the better, for what else will advance
The day when the ghastly nightmare ends?
We should all be very careful who we take as friends!

Print this now and mount it in a frame:

Do not believe any spin-doctored claim
For they serve only the colonisers aim
Which was and remains to kill and maim
Like the other empires who recklessly came
They could not resist the lure of the Great Game
For power, resources and lasting fame
But America's and NATOs fate will be the same
As the British and Soviets: the Afghans will tame
The brutal invaders, some will leave lame
And many be consumed in the beautiful flame
Of resistance, while the rest will leave in shame
Having only themselves (and Zion!) to blame
May the Graveyard of Empires live up to its name!

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Zionism and Judaism

2011-06-21T19:47:00.005+02:00

- are one and the same!

Written mid June 2011 - (272 lines)

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NOTE:
1. This poem was written in an attempt to demolish the very widely
held opinion and belief that Zionism and Judaism are very different
and almost diametrically opposed. But, as any methodical and rational
analysis will show, they are so similar as to be indistinguishable
from each other, meaning: YOU ARE ALL WRONG.

2. A goy (plural: goyim) is Hebrew for "nation" or "people" but is
generally used to describe any non-Jew, whether individual or nation.
The Torah itself and rabbinic literature make it clear that goyim exist
only to be exploited or enslaved or eradicated as Judaism sees fit.

3. The "shofar" mentioned in the line starting with the wordplay
"Shofar so good" is a proper word and is the ram's horn mentioned
in The Torah where it is used as a ceremonial instrument.
Some of the Rabbis attached to modern Israel's armed forces were
blowing these very shofars during the ghastly slaughter of the men,
women and children of Gaza in December 2008/January 2009.
This is indisputably holy war - and by a supposedly secular state.

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Having had good reason but missing the rhyme
I have wanted to write about this for some time
But let me first warn you before you come along:
If I am right then YOU must be wrong!
So before the creative magic fades
Let me say this, and I hope it persuades

Heated debates are nothing new
About a subject that leaves only few
Opportunities for compromise
So I fully expect an uproar to rise
The moment this poem goes online
But do not expect me to resign
My cherished post as cyber scribe
Nothing will deflect me, no bribe
Nor threat nor anything else will make
Me abandon the course I chose to take -
Right, with that settled we now move on
To a matter of importance to everyone:

Below is outlined the general view
Of nasty Zionist but friendly Jew

Zionism is an ideology
Invented fairly recently
A single issue advocacy
Of sinister supremacy
Secular and political
To restore the state of Israel

Judaism, on the other hand
Is a true religion from The Holy Land
Where Abraham lived and Jesus died
Noble and pure and dignified
Fulfilling a very important role
In the aspirations of the soul

No similarity between
The two, for as already seen
They have little if anything
In common, so in order to bring
It home to everybody we now throw
A little slogan that you all should know:

"Zionism bad and Judaism good" -
The message is clearly understood?

NO! It makes no sense at all
So here is a suitable counter call:
Rubbish! Nonsense! Traitors to blame!
For the two are in truth one and the same!

Confusion and hysteria on my part?
I wish it were! You wake up and start
To learn some facts about Judaism NOW
And you will soon have to accept somehow
That Zionism is Judaism in its purest form
OH YES! Some research will call off the storm
Of protest, indignation and "anti-Semite you!"
For you will all see that the following is true:

For the avoidance of any doubt
The Law of Moses, The Torah, spells out
In crystal-clear language that the Jews
YAHWEHs own Chosen People, may use
All non-Jews, the mere Goyim
Of this world, for whatever scheme
In short that everybody else exists
For The Master Race to put on lists
To exploit or enslave or eradicate
As The Elders of Zion see fit to dictate

All frequently echoed faithfully today
By leading Rabbis who will brazenly say
Things that indisputably and without fail
Would land ANY Muslim immediately in jail
For threatening language in every sentence
Incitement to hatred, promoting violence
Discrimination on grounds of faith or race
Advocating treason with a straight face
Religious intolerance, disturbing the peace
Glorifying terror, or a mixture of all these

But Orthodox Rabbis and Christian Zionists
Rant about Islam and shake their fists
Using terms like those listed above
And nothing happens - clearly hand in glove
With every level of establishment
For has any effort ever been spent
To call them to order and rein them in?
NOT ONCE! But now is the time to begin!

For those who still may be in doubt
The following test should be carried out:
Were you to read a long list of quotes
With names removed and no footnotes
By prominent Zionists and famous Jews
I challenge anyone to randomly choose
And say, without anybody to assist
Is the quote from a Jew or from a Zionist

Go on, admit it now, time to confess
As if we did not know it: you would have to guess!

For the same stupefying arrogance
And terrifying intolerance
Runs through them both like a silver thread
Pursuing goals with terror and dread
Around the world, not just locally
False flag attacks for everyone to see
For just like father Jacob, renamed Israel
Deceit is the trade mark we have come to know so well
Over generations, and there is no prize
For concluding that YAHWEH is Moloch in disguise
Void of any sign of divinity
Nothing sacred in his vicinity
For this is all about the earthly here and now
Not one instruction to be found about how
To reach a higher level of spirituality
Or achieving salvation or immortality
Whether it is in any way achievable
Or even if it is desirable
There is simply no mention of everlasting life -

(A most strange religion - if such it can be called
Surely any true prophet of God would be appalled?)

But detailed instructions for how to use the knife
As another gruesome animal sacrifice
Hits YAHWEHs altar, plus listing the price
For various offences, and who should be stoned
To death for certain crimes to be atoned

Some are hard to believe and ought to raise
Serious objections - here one specific case:
You may forget and go collecting firewood
On the Sabbath - but surely this activity is good
And helpful to the clan and the people as a whole?
At the very least harmless unless of course you stole
The wood from someone else - but NO: you must DIE
Thunders the booming voice from the sky...
No questions asked and no second chance -
How can such madness possibly advance
The progress of the group not to mention mankind?
A sensible answer is impossible to find...

Yet many say Islam is barbaric and worse
Read Torah and Gospels for chapter and verse
That to criticise Islam alone makes no sense
And read my book ENOUGH! for overwhelming evidence!

Most Jews and Christians must know but none admits -
Two-faced double-dealing deceitful hypocrites!

Not just my opinion and this is no spoof
ENOUGH! Islamophobia (my book) gives you proof
Upon devastating proof that all can understand
Assuming they want to, about The Promised Land
And that ninety-plus percent are not genuine Jews
But false interpretations and dishonest views
Have distorted opinion round the world to the extent
That few today realise what YAHWEH really meant
Though the text itself is clear enough for anyone to see
If you read it methodically and rationally

Never make peace with a neighbouring state
Nor with foreigners living amongst you, dictate
Terms and conditions for that is your right
Never forget: you must not only fight
But eradicate competing religions totally
And remember: deceit works wonderfully
Like holy war, ethnic cleansing, genocide -

All these horrors nobody can hide
For The Law of Moses prescribes them all
Now where is the first honest person to call
For re-writing the Torah to make it civilised
The same way that Islamophobes want the Quran revised?

The silence is deafening but comes as no surprise
To anyone looking at the world through open eyes

The secular ideology Zionism found
The justification for creating on the ground
A modern Israel in the ancient Law
Of Moses, which Zionists all hold in awe

And to claim otherwise is simply a disgrace
For the evidence is staring us all in the face

Ever since the time of The Exodus
Nothing has changed, it is still "them" and "us"
YAHWEHs little darlings who can do no wrong
Against the sub-humans, as it has been all along

No wish to convert the lowly Goyim
To follow YAHWEH, also known as Elohim
To enter their specially enlightened zone
For in truth this is all for Jacob alone
Plus his heirs, the brightest and the best
And we, the mere mortals, all the rest
Of mankind, should simply be rounded up
And forced to slave for them until we drop
For we are already destined for Hell
While the whole Earth belongs to Israel

"Shofar so good!" IDF Rabbis shout
As Israel blows up Gaza until YAHWEH kicks you out
For as your own Scriptures make absolutely plain
The Jews may NOT re-create Israel, but must remain
In exile, landless, stateless, banished till the times
That YAHWEH decides to forgive your sins and crimes -
So stock up well, be patient, and wait for the sign
Wherever you are now: anywhere but Palestine!

Real Jews and fake Jews and Zionists under the spell
Of that megalomanic fantasy called Greater Israel
The Nile to the Euphrates - Hallelujah! Here we come!
The Third Temple and The Eternal Kingdom!

Wake up and save yourselves embarrassment and pain
For your grand hallucinations are all in vain!
Why? Because your Scriptures directly contradict
That ludicrous claim, so high time you restrict
Any territorial aspirations to the realm
Of reality, or fantasy is bound to overwhelm
You faster than you think - but that is quite all right:
Go ahead and soon it will be time to say Goodnight!

But do yourselves a favour now and read your book again
And this time do it properly - as my book will explain!

Time to accept that the real conspiracy
Is taking place around us and is not some theory
Debunked in the media and exposed to ridicule
The deception is obvious yet manages to fool
Most of the people most of the time
Long enough to perpetrate the next horrible crime

And what will you do about it all my friends?
Maybe prevaricate until Zion sends
A special invitation that you cannot decline
That you must be micro-chipped today, so stand in line
First "Zion Rules" will be tattooed across your brow
For The New World Order must be implemented now
And should you resist the friendly old Jew
His sons The Pyromaniacs will come to visit you
Leaving nothing but a pile of ashes on the ground
For their love of burnt offerings is not just profound
But prescribed by YAHWEH forever for the Jews
And if you hoped that was the end of the bad news
YAHWEH demands that some prisoners of war
Are sacrificed to him - can you take any more?
The Torah description of that ghastly scene
Is better known as Holocaust - you know what I mean?

From Sinai then and to Gaza today
The Jews are always looking for easy prey
Three thousand years and they have not changed
In some way or other they must be deranged

The Master Race delusion is not all they share
With Hitler's Nazi Germany, yet most would never dare
To utter such heresy or privately imply
That it really could be true, so say with tearful eye:
"They are like day and night, like black and white"
Wishful thinking, or intimidation - right?

Yet it does not really matter what you say
For the clear and present danger to us all today
Is The Snake of Zion and laugh if you must
But if you are really keen to taste the dust
Let it embrace you, probing at first
Later to squeeze you till your heart and lungs burst

Allow it to kiss you with its fine-looking fangs
And soon you will know that your life now hangs
Suspended, in the balance, forever Zionised
The bill for the antidote will not be itemised
But regular instalments must be spread
And if they ever stop - then you drop dead...

Welcome to the Zionised and Judaised West!
First you must pass the loyalty test:
Bow down for Zion but NOT in jest
Any little sign that somewhere in your breast
You secretly loathe or despise or detest
Your new Masters will mean instant arrest
And if you cannot convincingly attest
That you certainly did NOT call them a pest
They will select your last request
Something your stomach cannot digest
And, to cut a long story short, the rest
We would much rather not even suggest...

Regular reader and casual guest:
This - is - NOT - what - serves - us - best!

And that surely is, though it was not meant
The new millenium's leading understatement!

And as we come full circle, what has been achieved
(If anything!) - do some who formerly believed
The fairytale that Zionism has nothing at all to do
With Judaism finally let the light of reason through?

Do you see now with fresh eyes and clarity
More than just a certain similarity?
Maybe you now agree with my initial claim
That in actual fact they really are the same?

And to those of you who find my language too strong
Accept my simple challenge: PROVE ME WRONG
On any single point raised here or in my book -
I shall write another poem while you think and look

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The Muslim Quarter

2011-06-18T19:47:00.003+02:00

- as in twentyfive percent

Written mid June 2011 - (48 lines)

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Conversion
Through coercion
Is not the proper way
Compulsion
Breeds revulsion
And we should choose to pray

Endorsed
And enforced
By the rulers of the times
Results
In revolts
To be free of their crimes

Believer
And deceiver
Both hope for the day
They might
Be proven right
Or the other goes away!

The scope
For hope
Continues to grow
So share
Everywhere
What new statistics show

At present
The Crescent
Is growing in size
Bad news
For the Jews
Plus time to realise -

If Christ
Sufficed
There would be no room
For us
And that loss
Would mean Islam's doom

BUT the score
Now one in four
And increasing its pull
Soon
The Moon
Of Islam will be full

Well done!
Now go on
Expanding at this rate
Prove them wrong
We are strong
So restore the Caliphate

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Peace to the World

2011-06-17T19:47:00.007+02:00

- and Justice for ALL

Written 17 June 2011 - (54 lines)

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Dedicated to the Heroes and Heroines
fighting injustice anywhere and everywhere

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Peace to the World and Justice for ALL
Surely a perfectly reasonable call?

And most would claim they do agree
So how can it be that what we see
Not only in brutalised Palestine
Is generally a steep decline
In respect for basic human rights?
Salute the hero who steadfastly fights
For what he knows to be good and true
And his message is coming through
Loud and clear to many now
But more should listen, anyhow
Call him names but on my list
He is Freedom Fighter not Terrorist!

The writing has long been on the wall:
Peace in the World means Justice for ALL

For Peace without Justice cannot exist
People fight injustice and resist
With any means that come to hand
To restore dignity to their land
To their lives and culture and those they love
As long as a vulture disguised as a dove
Of peace is sent "to ease the concerns"
With missiles and invariably returns
With empty talons while its breath
Reeks of blood and flesh and death
Leaving ruins and toxic smoke
Where babies burn and women choke
The ground confirming all worst fears
Contaminated for a million years -
Hopes for progress put to rest
By the oh-so-civilised West

But the brave set out their stall:
Peace to the World and Justice for ALL

How long before the penny drops:
Peace can start when injustice stops
But not one single day before
So holding hands for ever more
Will have to wait till Justice rules
And the arrogant greed which fuels
War and conflict everywhere
Is replaced with a will to share

And is that penny about to fall?
Peace to the World and Justice for ALL

We are not in this for fun
There is much work to be done
Many hardships to be endured
But you may all rest assured
We believe in what we defend
And WE WILL GET THERE IN THE END

For we are in this for the long haul
One step at a time, however small
Even if we have to crawl:
Peace to the World and Justice for ALL

Balloonatics

2011-06-16T19:47:00.008+02:00

- there must be a limit to hyper-inflation...

Written mid June 2011 - (210 lines)

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NOTE:
Balloonatics is not a proper word but made up from
balloon + lunatics, and the reader will soon see why.

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The balloon has reached its bursting point
Thanks to persistent strenuous joint
Efforts by those responsible
For design and manufacture, who managed to sell
It to an unsuspecting world
That cheered and clapped as the product unfurled
Admiring the fine translucent skin
It believed there must be real magic within

Apparently tethered but surely bound
To break away SOON from The Fairground
The eager customers fight to get near
To watch the ever-expanding sphere
Covered in gaudy designs (not to rouse
Any suspicions) look: Mickey Mouse
Madonna, Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga
The White House, McDonalds, Coca Cola
Fox News and CNN
Pat Robertson and Benny Hinn
Playboy, Hollywood, MTV -
Something for everybody except me!

Driving limits to spectacular heights
Of pure folly and fantasy sights
Not even by the widest stretch
Of imagination can anyone fetch
It back to where it started from
Continuously new wonders come
Pumping day and night to test
Which deception works the best

Wake up NOW! It is a horrible trap!
Look right through all the plastic crap
And you can SEE there is nothing there
But empty promises and lots of hot air
Pushing the fragile envelope -
How long can the material cope?

Any day now the bubble might burst
When it does, remember: you read it here first!

And when The New World Order gang
Rips it with an almighty bang
Exposing the meaning of the term
Pop culture, too late to confirm
Or pretend that you knew all along
That every silly dance and song
Were just a superficial show
For then it will be time to go
To kneel before those taking charge
The shadows already looming large
Of The Pyromaniacs muttering spells
That every Goy must comply - or else...

A grim prospect - so what to do?
My free firm friendly advice to you:

Before the system eats you whole
Self-sufficiency should be the goal
And if you cannot reach that state
No need to panic but do not wait
Start right now to plan and prepare
How to protect your rightful share

Think of every contingency
From any man-made emergency
Like illegal barbaric wars
To settle artificial scores
Fabricated on packs of lies
And whenever another innocent dies
Moloch the monster will howl and laugh
But not for himself, no, on behalf
Of his successor YAHWEH, as clear
From The Law of Moses, but most will not hear -

To natural disasters of every kind
Examples are easy enough to find:
Volcanic eruptions and severe earthquakes
Destroying in seconds what it takes
Hard-working humans generations to build
Leaving behind the bereaved and killed
Or perhaps a tsunami or sudden flash flood
More an act of the Devil than God
Possibly triggered in mysterious ways
By the HAARP only Satan plays
Tunes of pure evil resonate
Unleashing dark powers that devastate
Reported to the world as natural
But quite likely truly diabolical

Open this door if you dare to delve
Deeper into Two Thousand and Twelve

Soundly asleep many still say:
"So what if something happens some day!
It might hit us but might as well miss!"
True, my friends, but consider this:
If it never happens - what have you lost?
Do nothing - and rue forever the cost!
But all the signs are that it will
Come to pass, only when is debated still...

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Bankers are doing their best to hide
Facts that prove the current worldwide
Financial crisis is no accident
But caused by them and clearly meant
To speed up the day when they rule alone
And the following should be much better known:

September eleven, a familiar date
And that very day BUT two thousand and eight
Enormous movements of funds were seen
Suddenly, and strangely between
Nine and eleven local time
A carefully planned cyber crime
Eight hundred billion dollars left
The US economy - yet this was not theft
But in essence a brutal attempt to kill
Force the system to a standstill
Close the world's largest economy down
One hour to twelve in New York town
There were certain deadlines to meet
By those manipulating Wall Street
And somebody out to make a mint
Dropped a sinister cryptic hint...

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You may think you have all you need
For a secure future, indeed
Many believe they have well in excess
But tomorrow we might all be penniless
If that is the day The Elders decide
Is the most likely to provide
The desired result as discussed and planned
Masterminded by them but manned
By traitors who work for the Zionist crook
They should all be brought to book
Not tomorrow but today RIGHT NOW
And we would love to show you how!

We are daily told that we
Should be grateful we are free
For democracy is a wonderful thing
And it will undoubtedly bring
Joy and bliss to those poor souls
Prevented from going to the polls
By nasty men who rule by force
Something the West would NEVER endorse
So tries to export the antidote
Hallelujah! One person one vote
And everybody will prosper then
With happy smiling faces again!

Whilst maybe true in principle
The story does not go down too well
For some of us are not easily fooled
So see the gulf between rulers and ruled
And the disconnect is just as great
Here in the West as in any state
Labelled an evil dictatorship
By slick politicians who always trip
Over themselves so not to waste
A moment in their unseemly haste
To please their unseen Masters who
Tell them what to say and do

Yes I know, of course we hold
Elections, but votes are bought and sold
Most succumb to the highest bid
Show me one who never did!
Admittedly, some do stay clean
But they are few and far between

And probe the results thoroughly:
Are all elected properly?
A certain American president
Who still today does not repent
Terrorised the world, spreading fears
Destruction and death for eight long years
Despite the fact that he did not win
The first election! Fraud, lies and spin!

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On the day it matters most
Stay away from beach and coast...
Forcing the question: when will that be?
Do not expect the answer from me
For I do not know any better than you
But there are things we all can do:

Few survivors will be found
Anywhere inside The Fairground
So turn your back to that balloon
For it will surely disintegrate soon
And if you care about your face
Move away at a steady pace
Though this may not be a nuclear bomb
Prepare for a major surprise to come
Out of the blue and suddenly
So spend your time now usefully
Make a determined effort to rely
More on yourself and close friends, try
To take the best from "the good old days"
Ignoring most, but not all, modern ways
Make the first move to get to know
Your neighbours for one day might well show
That they are your first line of defense
As you are theirs - does it make sense?

In your own interest, avoid the banks
For the money machine that constantly cranks
Out more worthless paper bills
Works only for them, and the cause of most ills
Is not money itself but the men in control
Whose undeclared but obvious goal
Is to make slaves of everyone -
Stop playing their game and it cannot be done!
Overly simplistic? No, not at all
For without support anything will fall

Any more advice I can give to you?
Oh yes, listen: whatever you do
Do not expect anything from the state
For that could become a very long wait
Standing there hungry, holding out your hand
No, much better to go back to the land
And you shall harvest what you have sown
Yourself, when you learn to grow your own
Though maybe not entirely self-sufficient
At least no longer totally dependent
And that means your progress is already such
You may choose to keep working or can lean back and watch
From a safe distance the last few tricks
Of those arrogant belligerent Balloonatics

Modern Living

2011-06-15T19:47:00.001+02:00

- is this your lifestyle?

Written mid June 2011 - (42 lines)

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The wonderful West
Sets the standard for the rest
Here a few examples of the modern way of life:
Honeymoon
Divorce coming soon
May I introduce you to my future ex-wife?

Why marry at all?
Just follow the call
From magazines and Hollywood and MTV
And they all show
That the only way to go
Is sex, drugs and rock-and-roll will set you free!

So partners parade
In the amusement arcade
Boasting they have been to bed with many more than you
WHAT? Only TEN?
See your doctor again
If that is the highest score that you can do!

Girls and boys
With the latest toys
Women with women and men with men
Enjoy! Have fun!
Come on everyone!
If life is for living, why are you waiting then?

They swop and share
Try out and compare
Insisting that adultery is time well spent
Sex is just a sport
And you can always abort
Legalised murder of the most innocent...

Or children grow
And never know
Who nor where in the world their father is
While the state
Funds a futile debate
That aims to determine: is the fault less hers than his?

We hear and see
The audacity
To call native tribes backward and primitive
Shake your head
And say instead:
What an idiotic and foolish way to live!

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Winter Trees

2011-06-14T19:47:00.002+02:00

- what is it like to be a tree in a northern winter?

Written early June 2011 - (102 lines)

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Do winter trees
Shiver and freeze
More or less like we humans do?
Their world so bleak
If they could speak
They might tell us all they have to go through

Stripped and bare
Rooted firmly there
Apparently ever patiently
In rain and snow
Their days do go
But only very reluctantly

They cannot fly
To somewhere dry
Far to the south to keep themselves warm
So must hope
That they can cope
With the most ferocious northern storm

Forced to wait
As they hibernate
Maybe moving stories are told
Of branches that grew
And leaves that were new -
Now everything is put on hold...

Do they care
For each other and share
Their memories in subtle ways?
Or have they grown
So aloof and alone
They dream only of their own glory days?

Do they reflect
On what to expect
Or are they lost in silent grief?
Do they pray
For the happy day
When again they unfold a fresh new leaf?

For nothing green
Can now be seen
Only yellow and brown and red
Strewn around
On the icy ground
Heaps of summer leaves long dead

Reminding each tree
Of what used to be
Right now the overarching concern
Is the need for light
Any hope in sight?
Maybe the sun will never return...

Do they doubt
Day in day out
And are they mourning all they lost?
Trunk and bough
Seem to whisper now:
Enough of snow and ice and frost!

Stark shadows cast
Seem to last
Forever in the cold light of the moon
When will it end?
Do they sense a trend?
Will the days grow longer anytime soon?

Having been here before
The trees know the score
But how do they know it is on track?
Somehow they assess
Or perceive that YES
The sun has turned and it is coming back!

The snow will melt
And that will be felt
Easily as the unfrozen stream floods
The trees survived
Better days arrived
Time now to think of baby buds!

And the sap will rise
To revitalise
Once more the sturdy trunk throughout
From the deepest root
To the smallest shoot
New life will emerge, spread and sprout

If every growth ring
Contains a string
Of experiences of what and when
Maybe trees cling
Without a sting
Of sadness to knowledge unknown to men -

That time will bring
Another spring
And the waiting will be over then
That birds on the wing
Will nest and sing
Replacing the winter's robin and wren -

That peasant and King
Will recklessly fling
Their heavy coats without counting to ten
And with everything
Once more in full swing
Life will be well worth living again!

Out of the trance
And if trees could dance
They probably would run around overjoyed
Or possibly they
Now solemnly pray
To thank the Creator who could have destroyed...

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Copyright © 2011 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved

Kings and Queens

2011-06-13T19:47:00.002+02:00

- welcome to the Royal Court

Written 8 June 2011 - (180 lines)

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Kings and Queens
Your status means
Nothing at all
Soon you will fall
Never to rise
Expect your demise
Any day now
You try somehow
To appear sublime
To buy some time
But there is no doubt
It is running out

Show me the King
Who does anything
Except for his own
Clan that is grown
To perpetuate
What they perpetrate
In broad daylight
And during the night
To steal still more -
What are subjects for?

For those who reflect
How can we respect
Aristocracy?
Kleptocracy!
No legitimacy
Or transparency!

No loyalty
For royalty!

Selectively bred
Without a shred
Of guilt or shame
More of the same
Keep the bloodline
Pure and fine
So no trait is lost
Whatever the cost
Preserve the genes
Fit only for Queens
So Royalty brings
More wonderful Kings

The circle of friends
Is closed and sends
Members to meet
With the elite
To maybe discuss
Whether all of us
Or just you and me
Must always agree
With everything they
Do, think and say
So kneel and bow
No matter how
Inappropriate
But do not let
It worry you
For they are few

Senile or dim
Their every whim
Is carried out
Protest or shout
Is seldom heard
But mark my word:
Not just for some
Their time will come!

A Royal household
Has rivers of gold
That constantly flow
To finance the show
Of obscene wealth
Acquired by stealth
Now squandered in view
Of those they subdue

For every King
Is determined to cling
To the glorious throne
That he alone
May occupy
Until he does die
Population awed
By the grace of God

And every Queen
Wants to be seen
Compared with the rest
The brightest and best
So no effort spared
Costs never declared
She goes to the ball
To outshine them all

And every Prince
Makes us wince
Castles and yachts
Frequent snapshots
With silly film stars
Race horses and cars
So brazen and bold
Yet charms young and old

And every Princess
Who spends in excess
Per day what we earn
In a lifetime, will turn
To the state to fund
Her next diamond
Or a wedding gown
By some fashion clown

What they give in return
Should be our concern!

If that is the case
Then you must raise
Your hand and voice
Demand the choice
To keep them or not
And if you forgot
That they should serve you
In most things they do
Not the other way round
Then we have found
You wanting in wit
And indeed unfit
To participate
In the further debate

Not speaking for you
But in my view
Most Royals today
Should just go away
Willingly now
Before somehow
They are washed aside
By the rising tide
Of awareness we must
Not only adjust
And rearrange
But radically change
The world to respond
To pressures beyond
The nation state
To compensate
For the power and greed
Of the rulers - indeed
Unwanted, unloved
They may be shoved
To one side soon
No longer immune
Or glorified
They might be tried
For murder and theft
Exit stage left

But come what may
They will try to stay
Quoting the past
Fight to the last
Prince in the clan
As long as they can
For Monarchy
And obstinacy
As proven by time
Do more than just rhyme

When asked to appear
With luck this year
In a Royal court
Of a different sort
Will they refuse
Offer any excuse
Plead poverty
Or insanity
Or immunity
Or divinity?

You never know
What might happen, so
Be resolute
Help prosecute
The looting few
Who stole from you
All that you had
Now your turn to add
But let us be fair
Now, will you be there
When the court convenes
For Kings and Queens?

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Copyright © 2011 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved

Propaganda

2011-05-25T19:47:00.001+02:00

- the proper word for the mass media

Written late May 2011 - (312 lines)

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Dedicated to Iran's state funded Press TV
www.presstv.com and www.presstv.ir
Since it started in July 2007, my favourite online source of news.
Keep up the excellent and essential work!

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Propagate
Lies and hate
With discrete
Pure deceit
The subtle task
To cleverly mask
The smoking gun
As harmless fun
To waste your time
With fantasy crime
Or a news report
Trimmed to distort
What really takes place
On Earth and in space
And with the whole thing
We aim to bring
The syndrome
Into every home
Until such time
The foulest crime
No matter who died
Can be justified
In several ways
A legitimate case
Of common sense
And self-defense...

Make them learn
That we can turn
Wrong into right
Black into white
Night into day
And fools will pay
Attention to each
New lie we teach
As truth and fact
Till no-one will act
On what they know
Deep down to go
Against their best
Interest
Indeed against all
They used to call
Wholesome and good
From where they stood
In the good old days
With decent ways

Some resist
The toxic mist
We spread from the air
But we will take care
Of those as well
Impose a cell
Close in on all
Sides till so small
That unable to move
They cannot disprove
Anything that we say -
Bring forward that day!

Brave but few
And we know what to do
To make them comply
They soon will know why
We speak like this
For we never miss
A chance to show
That we can blow
Them all the way
To Hell any day
That we alone choose -
We win, they lose!

When worst is best
Is the ultimate test
It is running right now
It amazes us how
Deaf and blind
Most of mankind
Pursuing dreams
Of plastic seems
To be - but we
Are pleased to see
This development
For it means we spent
Our time not in vain
But that massive gain
Is bound to accrue
And soon be due

We dictate
And will tolerate
No other voice
But eradicate choice
Until the day
We can finally say:
No-one to compete -
Mission complete!

The free and strong
Shall crawl along
Or dance to the tune
No-one is immune
As the cancers grow
Results will show
So sing our praise
Or we have ways
To deal with each
Who dares to preach
A different word
To the one heard
On our broadcast
From terrestrial mast
And satellite
Day and night
Keeping deviant views
Out of the news
Intercept and scan
Eventually ban
Anything meant
As real dissent
And in every sense
We will cleanse
Your every thought
So must be brought
Right into line
With whatever design
We may decide
Best will guide
(By which we mean blunt
Without a grunt
Of complaint) your mind
And soon you will find
That young and old
All fit the one mould
That we decreed
Was indeed
The best for you
But, giving no clue
We set the tone:
The persistent drone
Running right through
All we play for you
Has purpose and aim
May sound the same
As everything else
But secretly spells
The word: CONTROL
Over mind and soul!

Much time was spent
To implement
An improvement or two
Designed just for you
To greatly enhance
The way you dance
We read every blink
To guess what you think
But nobody speaks
Of secret techniques
Exotic and strange
That slowly change
Your mentality
And reality

Signals now sent
Can be twisted and bent
To in- or decrease
Just as we please

Learning still
To master the skill
Our latest tool
Makes us drool
As we adjust
The overall thrust
Has evil intent
We experiment
To slowly perfect
So you will detect
Hear and see
Only what we
Label as true
So good for you
To absorb and digest
While we do the rest
Behind the stage
As we engage
On a frequency
Surreptitiously
Subconsciously
Subliminally

For filtering out
The persistent shout
Of facts and truth
From the tiny booth
Of objective minds
And other kinds
Of subversives, must
Be done and trust
Us when we say
That job will stay
The Elders insist
Top of the list
Of things to do
On the way to YOU!

So be prepared!
We never spared
Anyone before!
If another war
Is what it takes
Before your will breaks
We present the plan
To a certain man
In the USA
Who swore the day
He started work
He would never shirk
His duty to us
Or make any fuss
His only creed:

"Whatever you need
Just let me know
And I will show
That I understand
My first command
In all I do
Is serving you"

Where will you hide
When we decide
To launch an attack
To pay you back
For each little thing
You said to bring
Into the light
What we do at night?

Maybe from space
Or some other place
You never know
So useless to go
Where you call safe
For we can strafe
You with our drone
And if not alone
Why should we care
Or be decent and fair?
We have nothing to fear
There is nobody here
To bring us to book
Just take a good look
At past history -
A true mystery
That we can go on
Doing what we have done
For ages - but
As you do not cut
Us down to size
Why not despise
And enslave you all?
For that is the call
We received long ago
From someone you know
A man of great fame -
No need for his name!

If no-one does stop
Us we will not drop
The project - why not
Pursue the plot?
Why should we be nice
When there is no price
Demanded be paid
No blame ever laid
At our door?
Carry on as before!

And truth be told
(For once!) so bold
Have we become
That recently some
Of our foul deeds
Have left clear leads
All over the place
So easy to trace
For those who dare
And with time to spare
But few have the will -
We will get them still...

But for the select
That traitors protect
In many a state
To perpetrate
Their crimes in plain sight
The future is bright!

Not so for YOU!
A desolate view
For all could be lost
Counting the cost
Expediently
In the currency
That we like best
Now do the rest:

At the end of the day
The Elders may say
For what you told
Silence is gold...
But this may not glint -
You get the hint?

We meanwhile
Shall further defile
Your innocent minds
With different kinds
Of outrageous lies
As the management tries
To make you a clone
Our very own
And if only you knew
Our plans for you
Then you would agree
This has to be
The best ever seen
Propaganda machine

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Copyright © 2011 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved

The Power of the WORD

2011-02-05T19:47:00.004+01:00

- leaves you speechless...

Written late January 2011 - (120 lines)

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Printed, painted, carved in stone
Or as articulated sound
It has a magic all its own
That keeps recipients spellbound
Written, spoken, read or heard
The awesome power of the WORD

Consciousness and intellect
Leading to idea and thought
Mind and reason to select
Eventually something was taught
Brain to brain it was transferred
By the power of the WORD

More important than any tool
For without it, what would you do?
Basics can be learnt in school
But all the rest is up to you
Think of the cost to be incurred
If you miss the power of the WORD

Though screen and keyboard may replace
Pen and paper nowadays
The verbal Jihad that tyrants face
Still conforms to the ancient ways
As effective as any sword
Such is the power of the WORD

Now for anyone to succeed
There are requirements to fill
At a bare minimum you will need
Not only passion but talent and skill
Each component one vital third
Sums up the power of the WORD

Maybe entertaining for some
But flights of purest fantasy
Sadly increasingly have become
Almost a second reality
The surreal and the absurd
Waste the power of the WORD

Competing for some vacant slot
Many scream and rant and shout
Making clear that they do not
Have anything to talk about
Has it never yet occurred
To use the power of the WORD

Frequently blatantly abused
Deliberately misunderstood
Meanings twisted and confused
Yet it remains a force for good
Every matter should be referred
To the power of the WORD

Some are happy when engaged
In a silly semantic argument
One is likely to end up enraged
But do we care which way it went?
One was right, the other erred
Judged by the power of the WORD

Though clarity is by far the best
Means to convey what we think
Do not simply write off the rest
Even if done with invisible ink
The subtle, implied or inferred
Still holds the power of the WORD

The gift of language is unique
So when you use it be aware
Always think before you speak
Choosing every word with care
For what intentionally is blurred
Insults the power of the WORD

As your verbal confidence grows
Always try your very best
Persevere and who knows
You might influence the rest
The fight continues undeterred
Through the power of the WORD

The best example for us all
To follow is the poet's voice
The sincere insistent call
The carefully considered choice
Compared, selected and preferred
Reflects the power of the WORD

Drawing on some inner fund
Striving always to express
Thoughts with no effort shunned
Perfection is the aim, no less
Wisdom and beauty both conferred
By the power of the WORD

Not many persons may detect
Layers of meaning but one who goes
Out of his way to find and inspect
Advances as awareness grows
Not understood by the common herd
The hidden power of the WORD

Using the language of the heart
Men and women know what they feel
Growing together or drifting apart
To hide or reveal? Harm or heal?
Love and hate can both be stirred
By the power of the WORD

Loved ones buried in the past
Lost and gone, forever dead
Yet feelings and emotions last
We still remember what they said
Memories so long interred
Live by the power of the WORD

If you cannot make up your mind
Whether to say YES or NO
You will surely be left behind
When the rest get up and go
Any decision forever deferred
Rejects the power of the WORD

We all have a lot to learn
So go to it, no matter how
You know today will not return
So grasp the opportunity now
The quest for improvement will be spurred
By the power of the WORD

To calculate its benefits
Is surely quite impossible
Even if the collective wits
Of Man were pooled in order to tell
Those who tried in the end concurred:
Long live the power of the WORD

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Copyright © 2011 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved

An Eye for an Eye

2011-01-28T19:47:00.004+01:00

- back to basics

Written late January 2011 - (94 lines)

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An Eye for an Eye, that well-known phrase
Regardless of what the Bible says
Is NOT from Moses but someone
Called Hammurabi, king of Babylon
Around eighteen hundred BCE
The proof is there for all to see
For the Code of Hammurabi still exists
And impressively though laboriously lists
Two hundred and eightytwo laws
Each one stated in a separate clause
Carefully worded and carved in stone
Warning his subjects that to atone
For a violent crime the punishment due
Was that the same would be done to you

Reading the transcript it suddenly clicks
For statute one hundred and ninetysix
Demands, would you believe it, "an Eye for an Eye"
Identical wording that you cannot deny
And further commonalities can be shown
For one ninetyseven is "a Bone for a Bone"
And two hundred is "a Tooth for a Tooth"
Indeed the entire Law of Moses was in truth
Nothing radically different or new
So confidently say to any Christian or Jew:

Indisputably, whatever we are told
The concept of just retribution was old
And tried and tested way back then
Many centuries before the men
Of Israel set out on the Exodus -
Still the Bible confuses most of us

Justice must be real and not something we just find
As noble but abstract ideas in the mind
Or in shelves of cobweb-covered books
Of worthy words where nobody looks
Or hidden behind some judicial screen
Of good intentions - no, it must be seen
To be enforced and properly used
So everybody knows it is never refused
With nobody beyond or above the law
Only then would it deserve to draw
The support and admiration of everyone
Knowing that justice would always be done

Moving on to modern times
And the monstrous daily crimes
Committed at every opportunity
With universal impunity
In formerly peaceful Palestine
Would give this law a chance to shine:
An Eye for an Eye - and the land of the Jew
Would soon disappear completely from view!

How often in the news today
Nasty people are getting away
With serious crimes more or less free
It is grossly unjust and we all agree
Yet life goes on as if nothing took place
At most perpetrators are likely to face
A few days or weeks in a comfortable jail
Before wealthy friends free them on bail
More commonly just a minor fine
Plus community service as a sign
Of disapproval, but not behind bars
A suspended sentence rounds off the farce
Being slapped on the wrist and told gently:
"Try not to do it too frequently" -
There is neither deterrence nor justice in that
It is no more than insults and idle chat!

And should the trial reference
Incontrovertible evidence
To prove your guilt beyond any doubt
So the judge cannot throw the case out
If all else fails, your defense could be
Pleading momentary insanity
A tactic used again and again
By a wide mixture of evil men
So keep it in mind when your options are few
Who knows it might also work for you

Rehabilitated before too long
To carry on as before - how wrong
Can any system of justice be?
Much better with some clarity:

An Eye for an Eye - the concept is good
Straightforward and easily understood
You know exactly what to expect
So demanding compliance and respect

Should every nation decide to enact
This law, before long a simple fact
Would stare everybody in the face
(Could we only read it!) to replace
Our smug and cosy conscience
And shatter the old self-confidence
When everybody was brought to book
Then asked politely to take a look:

An Eye for an Eye and most of mankind
Might well be one-eyed and quite possibly blind...

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Copyright © 2011 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved

Why ISLAM?

2011-01-19T19:47:00.001+01:00

- you really need to ask?

Written mid January 2011 - (161 lines)

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To be or not to be
A Muslim - well, if you ask me
"Why ISLAM?" the answer is
Something along the lines of this:

First of all let me say: SALAM!
Now, why did I embrace ISLAM
Instead of singing some old psalm
Or reading lines in my own palm?

Because ISLAM has bliss and balm
Guiding you to inner calm
Should you still have any qualm
Ask any local Imam
What is halal and what is haram

ISLAMs instruction manual
Is straightforward and factual
Nothing here is casual
It helps to be bilingual
Most lessons are gradual
A healthy blend of physical
Mental and spiritual
Some aspects are visual
Forms of worship are ritual
Some are daily, some annual -
Should there be some cultural
Barriers, with mutual
Understanding the usual
Problems will be temporal
For it is organic and natural
And of course absolutely halal
The first and last and original

Wasting its collective wit
The opposition now is split
Former skeptics used to spit
Reluctantly they now admit
That this complete survival kit
Will keep you healthy, strong and fit
Men and women queue to quit
Lesser faiths to re-commit
To a better sacred writ
Eagerly learning bit by bit
They stand bow kneel and sit
Willingly they now submit
To their Creator who has lit
The flame inside so they emit
The goodness that is part of it

Their friends wonder what has hit
For many things they did permit
Themselves once they now omit
Kicking many a bad habit
Into the gaping bottomless pit

ISLAM covers all human needs
Encourages you to do good deeds
Blesses any hand that feeds
The hungry beggar when he pleads
Or helps your neighbour when he bleeds

Now, there are many different creeds
And each one claims that it succeeds
Where all the others fail it leads
To Paradise because it breeds
From tiny spiritual seeds
Beautiful flowers not ugly weeds

Wearing out his worry beads
The ardent critic now concedes
That one who knowingly misreads
The Quran and aids and speeds
Islamophobia grossly exceeds
The acceptable as peace recedes
And yet again the weapon-smith heeds
The ancient call to harness the steeds
Of war, when once more evil stampedes
Through laws and conventions as it proceeds
With everything that goodness impedes

The mass media try to divert
Your attention while they exert
Subtle efforts to subvert
Or influence in a clear and overt
Way as they give another squirt
Of Islamophobia, the final spurt
Intended to poison and pervert
Your view of ISLAM, but stay alert
And you can easily avert
All this and so remain unhurt -
They demonise while more convert!

For ISLAM is more than a baggy shirt
A headscarf and a modest skirt:
Did any recent revert
Abandon ISLAM and desert?

ISLAM is attractive
And has everything to give
Designed to be effective
It compels you to be active
Aware engaged and positive
With a healthy inner motive
It is anything but passive
Its power truly massive
There is nothing fictive
About it, it will outlive
Other faiths whether native
Or alien, your restive
Soul no longer captive
Embracing ISLAM will forgive
Your past however defective
In short the proper way to live

Daily more in the spotlight
Emerging from the twilight
As dawn follows midnight
ISLAM is about to rewrite
History, maybe not quite
Yet but will in the end unite
Humanity, oh yes, and despite
The slander, mistrust and downright
Hate in an effort to incite
Islamophobia we invite
You all to join, after maybe slight
Problems at first the future is bright
For ISLAM not only might
But it can and it will re-ignite
Its former glory and reach the height
It once enjoyed, and with hindsight
Reduced to one sound bite
Whether black or brown or white
ISLAM is your birthright

Are you still sitting on the fence
Looking this way or that in suspense
Growing ever more worried and tense?
What if anything is your defense?
Why not stir and let action commence?
Polite as always we mean no offense
But is it not time for you to dispense
With bells and water and incense
And all the other nonsense!

ISLAM is universal, hence
It can be yours at no expense
If your commitment is intense
Believe us, the benefits are immense
That is no empty false pretense
Let us once and for all condense
It all into one brief sentence:
ISLAM really does makes sense

Anyone willing to apply
The basic rules and so comply
With ISLAM will soon qualify
As another valued ally
And a Brother or Sister, thereby
Strengthening the family tie

So join us now before you die
Do not hesitate or be shy
Or we may leave you where you lie
For we will never ever try
To force you along as with hopes high
Looking life straight in the eye
Seeking gifts that some deny
But no amount of money can buy
We march on aiming for the sky
Inshallah we will soon defy
Gravity, take off and fly -
We hear your repeated plaintive cry
Alternating with a heavy sigh
Receding behind us and so goodbye
We are now too far ahead to reply
To the voice back there still asking: WHY?

The Bland Leading the Bland

2011-01-15T19:47:00.001+01:00

- the EU leadership

Written mid January 2011 - (55 lines)

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Roll out the red carpet, prepare the stand
With flags and flowers and microphones and
A guard of honour and a military band
For here come the rulers of Euro-Land:
Welcome the bland leading the bland!

Faceless men in shades of grey
Preparing for another day
Of speeches yet have nothing to say
And meetings deciding who must pay
Surely there must be a better way...

The professional mixture of blah and blah
Describing some future EUtopia
Between Russia and America
Makes some of the people go: "O-la-la!"
Wake up sheeple, say: "Bah-bah!"

Though obvious to anyone that the gap
Between rich and poor will grow and trap
Tens of millions, the well-groomed chap
Continues with his well-rehearsed crap
At the end the people in the audience clap

Toothless chatter without a scrap
Of relevance, so do take a nap
Regulations, restrictions and more stop-gap
Measures without any overall map
Something will have to give or snap

The promises dishonestly made
To get elected will all soon fade
One by one they are betrayed
As the old game is being played:
Hired lackeys on parade

In the future they might run
For higher office, so early on
In self-preservation learn to shun
Anything that might spoil their fun
What matters is the election is won

A counterfeit version is being planned
And soon the very special brand
Of EU democracy will be canned
Once labelled EU for U and scanned
Will the genuine article be banned?

While most of the population snores
The official story completely ignores
A fact any true democrat deplores
For bosses on many important floors
Were selected behind closed doors

The show is over and one by one
The performing overpaid clowns have gone
Nothing important said or done
Another crisis uselessly spun
We need solutions and we heard none

The project is impressively grand
Expensively maintained and manned
All guided by a sinister hand
Any inquiry runs into the sand...
Still anything you do not understand?

We Toll Jews So

2011-01-14T19:47:00.008+01:00

- or if you prefer: we told you so

Written mid January 2011 - (152 lines)

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OUT! You cannot stay here anymore
Go back to where you lived before
Russia and Germany will be fine
Anywhere but Palestine
Assuming of course they will let you in
But we are ready to begin
Forcing the illegal settlers out
And to dispel any lingering doubt
Hurry up now, you are far too slow
But first you must pay for we toll Jews so
First you must pay, for we told you so

Some things always stay the same
We shall now beat you at your own game
Pay compensation for all the crimes
You have committed in recent times
And even before nineteen forty-eight
Unspeakable acts of primitive hate -
The forces for good have had enough
There is no alternative to get tough
So have come to deliver the fatal blow
And it will not be changed for we toll Jews so
It will not be changed, for we told you so

With arrogance encoded in your genes
You never understood what compassion means
But believed that without any effort or praise
YAHWEH would still permanently raise
You above the rest of humanity -
Plain vanity or pure insanity?
You laughed at expressions like: live and let live
Some things you did we will NEVER forgive
And though you could never pay back what you owe
We will do our best for we toll Jews so
We will do our best, for we told you so

We will spare no effort to rip you off
Any trick we know to empty your trough
That you filled with anything you could steal
And gorged like swine on the latest deal
Of organs from orphans - indeed
With no charted limits to your greed
And your belly dragging on the ground
Can any worse example be found?
You will not like it but you should know
That to leave is expensive for we toll Jews so
To leave is expensive, for we told you so

We charge no interest but instead
An exorbitant price for every head
Be it a man or a woman or a child
If short of funds, ask Rothschild
And he will surely settle the score
But this time not by just printing more
Worthless paper, for we have grown bold
And the only acceptable payment is gold -
Now how many are you? Form a straight row
And get ready for a census for we toll Jews so
Get ready for a census, for we told you so

Like Moses after the Exodus
Counted the Israelites, so with us
But expect some creative accounting here
For determined that this will cost you dear
We want everything, yes, the lot
Plus twenty percent, as you know we got
That idea from Moses himself, you recall?
We will not just get even but get it all
By fiddling the numbers to make them grow
Now stand and be counted for we toll Jews so
Stand and be counted, for we told you so

Not in twos like Noah but one by one
The counting is nearly over and done
Listen, there goes the final call
So say a last prayer at the Wailing Wall
Your billionaire buddies on Wall Street
Will no doubt be more than happy to meet
Your removal expenses to the last cent
For the Holy Land was never meant
To be colonised by barbarians
Sponsored by brain-dead Americans
Now welcome home the Palestinians!

All is well that ends well
And as we close down Israel
Think about how much was spent
On that failed idiotic experiment
The suffering, injustice, innocent lives
But we recognise the idea which drives
Projects like this - do you see any
Real difference between Nazi-Germany
And modern Israel? Try if you can!
Both are about some superior man
The Chosen Ones, the master race
Grotesque fantasies like that have no place
In a civilised world whether then or now
Nor in the future, no matter how

This tragic chapter in history
Will haunt the collective memory
Of decent people everywhere
Who know they took too long to share
Concern and anger before they pooled
Their forces to challenge those who ruled -
Better late than never, what matters most
Now is to banish for ever the ghost
Of evil that disturbs so many dreams
With the goodness which alone redeems
The hopes for the future, not only there
In Palestine, but everywhere

All Stars of David will be removed
From Palestine for you proved
Yourselves unworthy of the privilege
To be a part of the precious bridge
Connecting the present with the past
An honour reserved for the steadfast
And so the peace for which we yearn
Too long delayed may at last return
To bless the brutalised Holy Land
Where far too much blood was lost in the sand...
Wherever you look there is work to do
For Palestine never really welcomed Jew
Palestine never welcomed you

No Right of Return that YOU can claim
Go somewhere else and die of shame!
Should you wish to know the news
In the FORMER land of Jews
First protect your sensitive ear
For you may not want to hear
The message coming forcefully
Listen very carefully
To the wisdom coming through:
Nobody here has missed Jew
Nobody has missed you

(Except in the past and with a gun
But we did not miss every one!)

Back to the business of today:
Do not let anybody stay!
The numbers are getting very low
Any more after the next one? NO!
Get out of here, go now, GO!

The last thing remaining for you to do
Come on, dig deep, pay everything Jew
Yes, come on, and pay everything due

The plane is waiting, enjoy the view
As if Palestinians need a Jew
Palestine never needed you

And as the last one leaves we say
Go and live in the Jew-S-A
Yes, go live in the USA

Palestine cleansed of you-know-who
As if Palestinians want a Jew
Palestine never wanted you

Controversial but prove it untrue
We never really trust a Jew
No, we never trusted you

Now that the number is zero
Never say nobody toll Jews so
Never say nobody told you so

Today, Tomorrow, Toyota...?

2011-01-10T19:47:00.009+01:00

- not for me!

Written early January 2011 - (323 lines)

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NOTE:
With apologies to Toyota Motor Corporation for using their slogan.
A record 20 million cars were recalled during 2010 and although Toyota
was by far the worst offender with a staggering 35 percent of the total,
so justifying the naming-and-shaming in the title, this poem is not about
criticising one particular manufacturer but about pointing out that all new
cars are far too complicated and above all rely on electronics to the extent
that any new car is inherently life-threatening in a way which was never
the case before - a situation which is simply absurd.
But easily rectified: ban sophisticated electronics in all motor vehicles.

As a wise man once said (one of the prophets maybe?):
"Perfection is reached when there is nothing left to remove".
Ameen!

*

For me a proper motor
Is not a new Toyota
My wish list starts and ends
With an old Mercedes-Benz

*

I am firing on all twelve cylinders today
So would like to get a few words in, if I may:

Now I have been interested in cars since a boy
And as I grew older they changed from toy
To clever machinery for many different jobs
Happily accepting that your own motor robs
You of time and space but money most of all
For the car was king and I became a thrall

They come in all shapes and sizes today
In amazing variety, so long as you can pay
The choice is vast and currently spans
From tractors and trucks and buses and vans
To sedate sedans, also known as saloons
For ordinary people, while for the tycoons
There are magic machines to drive without guilt
Of space age design and exquisitely built
Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bentley, Rolls-Royce
But if you are in search of adrenalin and noise
And the smell of burning rubber, head for the race track
After just a few laps there is no way back
From go-carts and all the way to Formula One
It seems that today nothing useful can be done
Without a vehicle with at least four wheels
And after a full century it still appeals
To the man in the boy and the boy in the man
Like nothing else, except for maybe women, can

And so to what really prompted me to write
About the motor car, for it has come to light
That reported problems are bigger than we thought
Pity the poor customer who borrowed and bought
We knew there was room for improvement but when
The figures were released for twenty-ten
Worldwide twenty million cars recalled
My reaction was: disgusted, shocked, appalled

It is not nostalgia for the past
But cars used to be made both to last
And to function as designed and advertised
In my opinion we would all be well advised
To seek out the old ones and drive them again:

The British Morris Minor is a classic specimen
Remember the Traveller, the "half-timbered" estate?
It was said the rear end would soon disintegrate
If all the woodworms stopped holding hands...
A joke maybe by those driving other brands?

And compared with any current high-tech flop
The Volkswagen Beetle surely comes out on top
For integrity, utility, reliability
It was pure German dependability

Recently an insider told me secretly
That Ford stands for: Fix Or Repair DAILY!
But that is only nowadays, so you see
Rather a nineteen-twenty-seven Model T

But do as you please and the best of luck to you
Personally I would NEVER again buy new!

The fact something is possible surely cannot mean
That it MUST become part of every driving machine
But the glossy tempting brochures leave you in no doubt
You must take the package as it is, or leave it out
Look in detail at the pages as you browse
It is all about techno-gadgets fit for Mickey Mouse
But I want to know about the engine and what makes
It better than others, and of course about the brakes
As for data for gearbox and the whole drive train
You would almost certainly look and ask in vain

I entered a showroom and some slick young chap
Like any politician, started talking useless crap
Of course it is all part of his trade
Doing his best to persuade:

"Today you could not possibly do with less
Than electric windows, central locking, GPS
De-icing mirrors, and they lower just for YOU
When engaging reverse so you can see what you do
Look, they fold themselves in or out as you switch
The engine off or on, without a glitch

For in-car entertainment all I need to say
This model will absolutely blow you away
The surround sound system will force you to yell
For peak performance now is two hundred decibel!
Enjoy! Have fun! You are alive!
Media hub with wi-fi and hard disk drive
Interactive voice control, Blu-Ray and MP3
Wait for this: it even has a small HD TV!

The Star Safety System features TRAC and VSC
Plus ABS and BA and even EBD!

(Excuse me yawning so soon but you see
The only abbreviation which makes any sense to me
In connection with cars is in all honesty
The simple basic one known to most as: MB)

You see those LEDs there, one-two-three-four?
Another safety feature: tyre pressure monitor!

This very latest model can be driven by the blind
In fact, to tell the truth, you could leave your brain behind
And get on with important business of whatever kind -
Just press RESTORE in case you lose your mind
Your car will then retrace the route: go > look > find >

This fantastic car will undoubtedly meet
All your demands, and if you buy a fleet
We will give you a generous discount and strike
An amazing deal - now, how many would you like?"

He handed me the key for a proper road test
And as we drove around he went on about the rest:
Lane-guiding system and for traffic jams ahead
The navigator picks a less congested route instead
Your car will remind you in a synthetic voice
Which way to turn, or to make some other choice
Suspension that adjusts according to the load
Buzzers for radar-traps and ice on the road
And, the clincher, in case you fall asleep
CCTV will rouse you with a piercing beep
Ten warning lights here and six more sensors there
Push-buttons almost everywhere
Best of all and true to form
A seat that keeps the driver's bottom warm -
The modern car is like an astronaut's dome
Yet so easy to drive it is like sitting at home
The screens may be smaller but one thing is clear
You are active at home but do next to nothing here

Looking to learn my eager eyes found
Passive safety features all around
Including six airbags which could conceivably
Get triggered by something accidentally
Imagine if one should suddenly blow
When travelling at speed - your car would go
Somersaulting helplessly out of control
When saving your life was its intended role...
It may never happen if properly maintained
But speaking for myself, being tightly restrained
By a seat belt anchored securely in steel
Not only gives me safety that I know is real
But I can see it and check it every day
While the airbag is sealed and out of the way
Hopefully to spring into action only when
It already is far too late to count to ten...

The freedom of the road is yours - near or far?
Should your car break down, no matter where you are
Your GPS position is automatically sent
Telling rescue services exactly where you went

Setting off and settling down, reality is soon
A world away from your insulated cocoon
Robbed of initiative and pro-active reasoning
The passive recipient of data cannot bring
Much useful input, so will likely abdicate
His own responsibility and leave it all to fate...

As the road winds and twists, rises and dips
And most things directed by a few fingertips
Effortlessly managing the high-tech road show
Respect for the laws of physics sink low
For in charge of forces that are truly immense
You are lulled into a completely false sense
Of security by these so-called safety-aids
Till your feeling of vulnerability fades
Beyond the naturally healthy and cautious
To the point where you become dangerous
In the firm belief that you can drive
Any way you want and still survive

Self-explanatory, so no need to explain:
True safety comes ONLY from the driver's brain

Frequently we hear some well-meaning clown
Lecturing us all that we must slow down
But speed is undeniably a terrific thrill
And harmless in itself for speed does not kill
It is only when it must very quickly drop
Also known as - coming to a dead stop...

Someone who likes driving is much more alert
And alone for that reason far less likely to get hurt
Than all the ones who drive absentmindedly
Talking on the cellphone incessantly
(One strike and you are out, if you ask me!)
Or going reluctantly from A to bloody B
Only driving because they think they must -
Road safety would improve if they parked their cars to rust!

Integrated electronics everywhere
And THAT is the main problem new cars share
You may not find it in the manual
But twenty microprocessors is not unusual
And all may work perfectly in a solitary state
However, problems may arise when they communicate
With each other, exchanging data and so on
For testing every possible logic path cannot be done
Before the new product is proudly released
And the managing director looks relaxed and pleased
But once the car is bought and actually used
Some customers may not exactly be amused

As the use of microchips in cars has grown
The following should be much better known:
Chips for defence systems are shielded well
From any radiation between heaven and hell
And we can therefore reasonably expect
The casing will do its job and protect
The vital data so it is not changed
Or in any conceivable way re-arranged
For that might yield catastrophic results -
Rockets and missiles are not harmless catapults

But chips for cars are not shielded like that yet
And some experts are now ready to bet
That some of the weird behaviours we see
Are caused in all probability
By cosmic rays passing through the chips
Causing unpredictable data flips
Which might account for the otherwise
Inexplicable phenomena which now arise
In an impressive variety
With alarming regularity

Call me reactionary but with a sigh
My only comment is: "What a silly way to die..."

In the past the few circuits were stand-alone
But today's motor car has become a clone
Of a future spaceship prepared for the stars
When all we need on Earth are safe reliable cars

To streamline production and reduce unit cost
The old flexibility has been lost
In principle there is nothing wrong with it
But when the manufacturer decides to fit
Everything to all the cars in the model range
Without the consumer being able to change
The specification, then it MUST work
As advertised without ANY dangerous quirk

And we are not talking about cosmetics here
For most of the recalls made during last year
Were gas pedals, braking systems, engines that would stall
And NOT the mechanical components but some of all
The computerised management systems for those parts -
The only truly safe new car is one which never starts!

But this one started so it cannot be safe
So why continue to sit here and chafe?
No use more of the slick sales talk
Where is my rucksack, it is safer to walk!
Increasingly gripped by serious doubt
Stop this test car - I WANT TO GET OUT!

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Now, if you want a proper motor car
Just follow the famous three-pointed star
For an old Mercedes two-forty D
Will go on forever, as you can see
With your very own eyes everywhere
In any poor country, for taxi drivers swear
By used ones imported from Germany
To feed themselves and the family

Often authorised to carry six
PLUS the driver it is a friendly mix
Four on the rear seat but what about the front?
It is not unusual to hear a muffled grunt
On the trip down the highway or just around the blocks
For the one in the middle sits on the gearbox...

If you need a minibus or are looking for a van
One of the following may be your best plan
A two-o-seven, two-o-nine or a three-ten
Will do the job safely again and again

A regular oil change is its special treat
Remember, and the engine will never miss a beat
Leave it for a year and it will instantly start
Pumping life back into its big strong heart
Any technical problem, though unlikely, give a shout
The local mechanics know them inside out
And in the rare event you should suddenly need
Original spare parts, they are indeed
Not only cheap but easy to get -
Overall, statistically it must be safe to bet
No matter how much more driving YOU can do
Your trusty old MB will outlast you!
Built with skill and pride to stand any test
Including that of time, they are simply the best!

But why not go one better and get a light truck
It is still sometimes possible to find, with luck
A four-o-seven, five-o-eight or six-o-nine
Any one of those would be absolutely fine
Though the four-o-seven is very VERY lame
So if you miss the ferry you know who to blame
But then again, just change the accepted text:
You will not really be late - just very early for the next

Which is the best is a matter for debate
My personal favourite is the five-o-eight
Medium wheelbase and the engine must be
The three-point-eight litre OM-three-one-four-V
Revered throughout the motor industry
For indestructible reliability

All are rear-wheel drive and because they are twins
They make a lot of contact so traction always wins
First gear pulls like a tank and is so low
You normally move off in second when you go

Should you happen not to be a mouse but a man
Get one without power steering if you can
It is not for the weak but has lots of feel
So you know that the road you travel on is real

Maximum speed, I have to tell you now
Would not exactly make Michael Schumacher go: "Wow!"
On a windless day and on a level road
In top (or fifth) gear with a moderate load
Flat out using all eighty-six horsepower
One hundred and twelve kilometres an hour...

But day in day out and year after year
It will stop when you brake and head where you steer
Exploring the mountains or chugging town to town
It is most unlikely to ever let you down
No silly electronics so not much go wrong
Sturdy and rugged and incredibly strong
It will save you embarrassment and dangerous ordeals -
What more could you want from transport on wheels?

Yes, I know, it is not very clean
The exhaust fumes can both be smelt and seen
On the Euro-scale neither four nor three nor two
Probably minus one-point-five - but what to do?

And yes, to be honest, it is a thirsty beast
But surely a drink of pure Diesel is the least
You can offer your willing workhorse made of steel
And anyway, without it, it would never turn a wheel

And yes, I must admit, it makes a lot of noise
But see it as one of the additional joys
The healthy roaring engine from a maker of renown
As those four big pistons go up and down

All in all the closest to the perfect motor then
Scoring in my opinion a rare ten out of ten
Whatever your needs, regardless of your trade
Quite likely the most honest motor vehicle yet made

Should you know of an almost unused five-o-eight
For sale anywhere, tell me now, do not wait
I will buy it right away on the telephone for cash
And then rush off to collect it in a flash

You all buy what you want - but for me
A no-nonsense good old safe reliable MB!

Doing Good

2011-01-09T19:47:00.006+01:00

- must be good, or...?

Written early January 2011 - (42 lines)

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These lines were written with the best intent
Not partially but one hundred percent
Should any mixed signals be sent
They are not controversially meant

*

Though long discussions could be had
Without exception bad is bad
But is it agreed and understood
That "good" is not always exclusively good?

To hopefully now make that point clear:
If we do good simply out of fear
Of punishment now or later on
Then what we did was cowardly done

And if we do good to get a reward
From a just and strict all-seeing Lord
It is really a kind of selfishness
Which there is no good reason to bless

But if done out of gratitude
Or if prompted by the attitude
Of doing good for its own sake
And not to atone for a former mistake -

If you have several options but still
Choose to do good of your own free will
With the honest intention to see it through
Because it is the right thing to do -

THEN you have truly done what is good!
Ask yourself how often YOU would
Go down that road or another one
Look behind you - where have you gone?

Too late to cry for what you could
Have done, or what you know you should
Have done - what matters, even if you hid
Some of your actions, is what you did

Like rings in the water, good will spread
And maybe even when you are long dead
The good vibrations you started will
Be rippling forwards and outwards still

Bad will eventually make you sad
So with purpose that is iron-clad
From now on, be a good lass or lad
Turn good from maybe a passing fad
Into your personal launching pad
For goodness sake, make others glad!

Ireland Recolonised

2011-01-02T19:47:00.020+01:00

- this time by international bankers

Written 1-2 January 2011 - (230 lines)

Dedicated to beautiful Ireland and its wonderful people

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NOTE:
The ECB mentioned is the European Central Bank, a part of the EU.
GDP stands for Gross Domestic Product and is defined as the value
of all goods made in and services by a given country in a given year.

*

Ireland was not only colonised
But brutalised and terrorised
By England for so many years
That from a distance it appears
Those times were nothing but misery
For the captive locals unable to flee
The sheer greed and mismanagement
Of the mainly absentee government

The cold cruel colonial hand
Had cleared the locals from their own land
Now desperate for work they had to enlist
And slave for their masters to barely subsist

In the eighteen-forties the potato blight
Swept across Europe, a desolate sight
But what is important to understand
Disaster struck only in Ireland
Surely not a coincidence
For everywhere else, using common sense
It was managed without causing major harm
But in Ireland nobody raised the alarm

And while the Irish starved and died
Colonial mansions and stomachs relied
On Irish cattle and corn being shipped
To England as the locals were gripped
By malnutrition and disease
Young Queen Victoria did nothing to ease
The terrible plight, though well aware
Of the situation but she did not care
Instead left it heartlessly to rot
Like the potatoes - England forgot
All its responsibilities
Probably hoping the Irish would cease
To exist, so creating more space
For the British Imperial master race

One million perished and more than one
Million emigrated, forever gone

The ones who could afford the trip
Left Ireland on the next coffin ship
And money was not all they had to pay
For one in three died on the way
Fleeing the unbearable misery
Seeking any life across the sea:
The United States and Canada
The incredible distance to Australia
Scotland and detested England too
Anywhere but Ireland would have to do...

Ethnic cleansing and slow genocide
A lethal combination that time cannot hide
And England, the UK, Britain cannot blame
Anybody else: you have earned your shame

(If you think all this stopped with the British decline
It is happening today in Palestine...)

*

Many years later, at the end of twenty-ten
Disaster struck unsuspecting Ireland again:
The PM kept insisting, even as the squad
From the ECB boarded a plane abroad
For the flight to Dublin, that the nation did not need
Any help from anyone, not at all, indeed
Ireland was safe and sound in every way
Well funded and certainly able to pay
Well-managed with everything responsibly done -
Integrity and honesty anyone?

The money-men arrived and the rest is history:
Ireland is no longer sovereign territory

Mortgaged now for years to international banks
Done without machine guns, bombs and tanks
And probably without any apology -
Now we know the meaning of stealth technology...

It did not matter how much the PM squealed
For Ireland's fate was already signed and sealed
Having been debated and decided expertly
Of course behind closed doors top-secretly
And the stark truth is: all that did remain
Was to deliver the message - in the rain

Now some of the Irish banks are being sold
To foreign interests who improve their stranglehold
Others are nationalised and bailed out
Who will have to pay for this is not in any doubt
Calling all good Irish now: your country needs YOU!
Sorry, but there is a huge and urgent task to do
For you and your children, perhaps for ever more
And some still ask the question: what are citizens for?

Meanwhile, some faceless and nameless men
"More than two but fewer than ten"
Will go through the budget line by line
Approve or reject or maybe levy a fine

Unelected Euro-bureaucrats
Revoking what elected democrats
Had decided to implement on behalf
Of their own electorate - the golden calf
Lies shattered on the broken dance floor now
As the wild Irish reel turns into a row...

We do our best but cannot escape
The horrible suspicion taking shape:
Defeating free nations through the open back door -
Is that what the Euro was created for?

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All those who wanted to get in on the act
Listened to a lie paraded as fact
Preached like a prophecy throughout the land
The message was easy to understand
Seductively packaged and the marketing slick:

"What YOU need to do to get rich quick
And salvage your declining credit rate
You simply must invest in real estate!

So your ensla.. enjoyment can begin
No down payment needed, just move in
Of course you can borrow one hundred percent
Much better to own than pay somebody rent
For the first thing you must realise
Property prices will continue to rise
Appreciated vastly when you choose to sell
Just think of the profit and all shall be well!
The fools decided to emigrate
Convinced that Ireland would always be late
But YOU, the smart ones, stayed and survived
Now reap the rewards for good times have arrived
Ireland has finally come alive
You will all be millionaires at thirty-five!"

Listen to this everybody: it transpired
That for example one county required
Six hundred new houses in order to keep pace
With the numbers of people moving to that place
So the prudent would build perhaps a few more
Say maybe an extra ten percent, or
Possibly up to twenty, to be on the safe side
So nobody who came to buy would be denied
But NO, they built three thousand instead
And do not comprehend why the market is dead...

Over-capacity is far too polite
Staggering short-sighted greed gets it right

In a EUphoric shopping spree
Many people bought two or three
Thinking the market could only expand
Incredibly failing to understand
Completely obsessed with their selfish task
One obvious question they forgot to ask:
Where would all the occupants be coming from?
Clearly the locals could fill only some
Of the many new dwellings being busily built
Yet most mortgaged themselves to the hilt

Whilst true that we all need somewhere to stay
Small wonder most are still empty today
As row upon row of new houses wait and wait
Welcome to another ghost estate...

For anyone needing additional proof
Real estate prices, once going through the roof
Are crashing and tumbling, going down-down-down
Throughout the country in city and town
In many places already reduced by half -
Maybe we should cry but we try not to laugh

The party is over, there are headaches all around
But no time to reflect if a solution can be found
For the bad news is: there is a massive bill
Many worry nervously if they ever will
Be able to get out of the terrible mess
Their greed got them into, will anyone address
Their problems at all, and if so: when and how?
My Jesus! Holy Mary! What do we do now?

Some wonder aloud if there is any cure
Or does God really want the Irish to stay poor?
And if He does was this a lesson from Him
To teach Irish Christians that their progress has been slim?
Must do better, the message seems to be
But how to recover? Rather you than me...

The game has come full circle and in cruel irony
Young men with degrees from university
Accepting that prospects at home are bleak
Now work in England during the week
On building sites in London, like their grandfathers before
To keep the financial wolves from the door
Not really knowing which way to turn
Enslaved once more - when will you ever learn?

Now, like Palestinians building for Israel
The enemy has succeeded and must be well
Pleased with himself so rubs his hands in glee:
You tried but failed miserably in your quest to be free!

In truth all for the benefit of Rothschild and his friends
In the City of London - is where it starts and ends

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Severely disturbing the apparent peace
The first of the dominoes to drop was Greece
Next was Ireland, the Emerald Isle
Where sun-filled raindrops make leprechauns smile
And who do YOU think is next in the queue?
Well, even without a scientific review
And getting overly mathematical
The most likely candidate is Portugal
And if anything here can be called good news
Portugal may still just have time to choose
Between bondage and the devil it knows
Before the red alert alarm bell goes

Though it may not be crystal clear
We do see a pattern emerging here
For what is common to the above three
Is that they are all relatively
Small and with low populations, so are
Easier to rescue and bail out by far
Than any larger economy would be
A simple function of GDP

In the present cycle of busts and booms
A much bigger problem already looms
For balanced precariously between loss and gain
Please will you welcome sunny Spain

Ninth in the world, fifth in the EU
The Spanish economy is ready to do
Serious damage because of its size
Any major rescue plan would jeopardise
European integration as a whole
And Spain would probably not relish the role
Of starting a new and unpopular trend:
Forcing financial cohesion to end
Maybe bring down the Euro too
Conceivably even the entire EU...

EUphemistically speaking, it does not look good
If nothing else, that is generally understood

May this be a warning to all freedom loving souls
Revise, read: reduce, your material goals
Do not trust anything your politicians say
For when they are gone you will still have to pay
For all their easy promises and clever lies -
Deceiving the voter is an art that never dies

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Ireland recolonised through monetary might
Hard-won independence abandoned without a fight
A nation taken over without a single shot
Is it all part of The New World Order plot?

Not exactly in clover but if we disregard
All the problems for a moment, if you look hard
Who knows you might just suddenly pluck
A four-leaf clover with a bit of luck
Should the leaves be tiny and fragile, call
On the luck of the Irish - you may well need it all...

The Cardinal Sins

2010-12-25T19:47:00.007+01:00

- the scandals gripping the Catholic Church

Written late December 2010 - (310 lines)

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Global mission
With a noble vision?

Or a strange cult
Needing change and revolt?

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The planet spins
And here begins
The Cardinal Sins
Where nobody wins
And Satan grins -
Meet some twins:

Cleric
Or heretic?

Cardinal
Or carnival?

Celibacy
Or delicacy?

Appealing
Or appaling?

Confession
Or obsession?

Redemption
Or temptation?

Penance
Or arrogance?

Unnatural
Or dysfunctional?

Pious clergy
Or filthy-dirty?

Explanation
Or exploitation?

Prostration
Or frustration?

Abstinence
Or indulgence?

Litany
Or infamy?

Self-control
Or own goal?

Another fast
Or release at last?

Fantasy
Or reality?

Discipline
Or endorphin?

Gracious
Or salacious?

SENILE PRIEST
OR PEDOPHILE BEAST?

Exclusive use
Of dyslexic clues -
Win or lose?
Victims don't choose:

Pretending to pray
While preparing to prey

Trepidation
And degradation

A trusting child
Misled and defiled

Used and abused
Bruised and confused

Once a happy choir boy
Now a very quiet boy...

Once a helpful altar boy
Now a very altered boy...

Once an innocent choir girl
Now a young for-hire girl...

Athanasian Creed
Or voracious greed?

Apostolic
Or diabolic?

Denomination
Or abomination?

Sole salvation
Or double damnation?

Heaven-sent
Or hell-bent?

Perfect glory
Or purgatory?

Angel chorus
Or Hell before us?

Segregation
Or desecration?

HAIL MARY!
This is scary:

Midnight mass
A chance to harass

Approaching time
For another crime

A belligerent
With evil intent

Officially saved
But in truth depraved

Treacherous
And lecherous

Trembling hands
As the body demands -

Holy communion?
Unholy union...

(Readers relax
Do not turn your backs
For the poem veils
Unpleasant details)

Blessed bread -
Stressed, he misread
Digressed from the thread
Not addressed, it spread
Possessed his head
So caressed as he fed
Progressed where it led
Till undressed in bed
Then assessed with dread:
Not repressed and fled
But transgressed instead...
(Better guessed than said)
A suppressed tear shed
All confessed before dead?

Offering sweets
For special treats
Or pocket money
For something funny...

Now brandy or wine
For the randy swine
Hear him gulp it
Behind the pulpit

Penitence
Or pestilence?

Deep depression
Or regression?

Restitution
Or prostitution?

Apathy
Or therapy?

Honesty
Or hypocrisy?

Revelation
Or rehabilitation?

Exhortation
Or incarceration?

Education
Or eradication?

Congregation
In consternation:

Clerical clowns
In comical gowns
Now stripped bare
As believers stare
In a mixture of grief
And disbelief
At sacred vestments
Reduced to fragments
Of their former respect
Through years of neglect
By the very top man
In the Vatican
Who failed to search
And clean out the Church

Forget the white sleeves
For no-one believes
A word anymore
As they did before
Is it not clear to all
That we witness the fall
Of a Church that is sick
May it all be quick
As it shows every sign
Of terminal decline

The Pope's tall hat
Lies trampled flat
For many feet
Came from the street
To St Peter's Square
To demand a fair
Explanation and
A responsible stand
From the shepherd boss
Who carries the Cross

The earthly rock
To which the flock
Was tethered so long
Appeared so strong
But will any vow
Stop it crumbling now?

A lonely voice
Dares to rejoice
And feebly does raise
A song of praise
But needed still
Is a miracle
To sort this out
There is little doubt
The internal fight
Like dynamite
Will reveal its heart
When it blows it apart
Or even, say some
To Kingdom come

Gone horribly wrong
No need to prolong
The whole sorry story
Reaches end of the glory

Devastatingly dismal
Absolutely abysmal

Remove the nuisance
With jurisprudence

Banish the lust
To rebuild the trust

How can it be done?
Go back to square one:

CELIBACY
Intimacy
Illegitimacy
Causing misery
Not only for them
So time to condemn
The concept as flawed
We should not be awed
Into silent accept
Nor let it be swept
Under the rug
As "a harmless hug"
Or "a friendly kiss"
Interrupts the bliss
And shatters the peace
When another "niece"
Or "nephew" is robbed
Of childhood and fobbed
Off with a lie
Or no reply
Or maybe a threat
Now caught in the net...

Old habits die hard
Be on your guard
For another pervert
Is ready to hurt
So act today
In a logical way:

We cannot purge
Any basic urge
So give it room
Or it will consume
Its prison walls
Till the inmate falls
Tempted by vice
Not once or twice
But again and again
Resulting in pain
Not only for him
But every victim...

And is what to do
Not clear to you?
The simple fix
Requires no tricks:

ALLOW A WIFE
IN A CLERGY-MAN'S LIFE

Nothing new
For indeed so do
Both Muslim and Jew
Why not Catholics too?

Unlock the monk's cell
And all shall be well
Instant cure
For the normal and pure

The Church cannot cope
We demand that the Pope
Drops every defense
And cuts out the offense

What if anything more
Is he waiting for?
A solution from God
Or some human fraud?

If all else fails
To ease the travails
Here is a tip:
A one-way trip
To Jerusalem
Will take care of them -
But then, why infest
The holiest
And most divine
Place in Palestine
With people like these?
Try again please!

As a last resort
He may pledge a report
To be published with haste
Not a cheap cut-and-paste
But without any edit
And he will take credit

Inaction cannot
Be part of his plot
For one more day
If he wishes to stay
Find every fact
Then clean up the act
Or get out of town
And we close the Church down

With the Pope left to weep
Now where will the sheep
Seek better days
And go to graze?
It remains to be seen
But the colour is green
A lush fertile hue -
Now there is a clue

To the better way
Come what may
To live every day
Worship and pray

To restore the calm
Convert to ISLAM