No Apologies to Joyce Kilmer March 28, 2009
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In foreign lands or right at home
No tree’s as lovely as a poem …
For trees are naught but seed and loam
But only YOU can make a poem.
Uncle Sam and the Global Pillage August 25, 2008
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UNCLE SAM AND THE GLOBAL PILLAGE
©Roger Hollander 2008
rogerholla@aol.com
cramp your style
on the miracle mile
acid test in the midwest
californication sweeping the nation
non-white no doubt
three strikes you’re out
setbacks for wetbacks
stinginess for the indigineous
uncouth with youth
treat the weak
like a freak
pray with a gay
for the day
they’ll stay away
all lookers are hookers
right to life
could kill your wife
cops are tops
don’t like wops
pick on spicks
triggers for niggers
jinx on chinks
gags for fags
tricks for chicks
alas
class
a little
for the middle
free trade
trees frayed
last prayer
for the ozone layer
old MacDonald has a chicken
old rainforest takes a licken’
milk Mother Earth
for all’s she’s worth
silence springs till
the fat lady sings
Hussain’s insane
Khadaffy’s daffy
Milosivek’s a Bolshevik
Fujimori’s a tory
Sharon’s not alone
Gore was whore
Kerry is merry
Bush in a rush
to fry your toosh
race riots
Hiltons Hyatts
Sunday palms
smart bombs
morons thugs
wars on drugs
capitol punishment
senators predators
mayors players
governor pumps iron
no one’s tryin’
the country’s cryin’
aryan nations
abominations
outstretched hands
foreign lands
dessert dawn
lines drawn
in sands
to the greed for which it stands
read my lips
Iraq drips
all kidding aside
genocide
W’s Md
for you and me
will make us free
to die at sea
civil rights ain’t no mo’
buried at Guantanamo
pidgin’ religion
prayers in schools
tears for fools
creationist science
silent compliance
born again
porn again
take a sinner
out to dinner
cantor’s buried tales
disappearing whales
our father who art in Leavenworth
hollowed be thy shame
Pakistani bombs
for Hindu moms
nuclear alliance
family violence
another fire
Gandhi’s pyre
slaves burning
graves turning
Islam’s refrain
the reign in Tehran
is mainly insane
nothing but pain
for the gals again
noble’s pillage
the global village
junk bonds
drunk blondes
curtain calls
Berlin Walls
rat infested
under invested
reality tested
take the anger train
from Bangor Maine
fly the friendly skies
to your own demise
give me Tienamen
drought hearted men
I’ll give you
ten million chinese coolies
producing doilies
a double lobatomy
for the global economy
aburst the bubble
the world in rubble
big trouble
ca-ca-pi-pi-talism
gonna land us all in prison
… or worse
Hands [in memory of Paul Canfield] August 25, 2008
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In memory of Paul Canfield
hands
themselves carved of passion and mystery
mistress to creation’s fashion and misery
scultp
beauty chase beastly fear
shavings scatter
fertilize desires …dreams … memories
challenge/cringe
sing/harangue
dare/despair
eternal soap opera
sorrow just an other’s cliche
tomorrow just another day
on mother earth
confusions pour
delusions reign
hearts strain
art is pain
truths seclude
hands denude
but not always patient
to wait for sun’s shadow
to shield primordial doubt
tears are wept
faith is kept
in our hands
roger hollander
playas, ecuador
september 15, 1998
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