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Thursday, 3 December 2020

Some loves we bury In shallow graves

EULOGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD
Some loves we bury
Six feet under; buried deep,
Hail storms and thunder.
Some loves we bury
In shallow graves,
We walk away;

Though the dead
Plead and mumble,
Tongues pressing
Wet through
The dusty gravel.
We walk, we run;
We flee, we travel
Always away; because
Some loves we bury
In shallow graves,

And though the corpse
Is cold and still,
We dare not turn
Least we see
Through the dirt
Carelessly strewn

The delicate tumble
Of fingers around
A pleading palm,

Still offering love,
Begging tenderness
As an alm.
Manuela Cardiga

Monday, 17 August 2020

WHAT I HAD

Had no love letters
Had no slow dance
Had me no candlelight romance

What I had
Oh what I had
Was a no-good man

Had no kisses in the moonlight
Had no sweet whispers in the night
Had me no love at first sight

What I had
Oh what I had
Was a no-good man

Can't blame anyone but myself
I took that cut-price slice of pie
Can't complain if that love was a lie

Had no sugar bitter coffee time
Had no dreams wading in slime
Had me a trial for a violent crime

What I had
Oh what I had
Was a no-good man

Can't blame anyone but myself
I let him beat me, deceive me
Couldn't let him up and leave me.

Had no love letters
Had no slow dance
Had me no candlelight romance..
And I guess I won't get no second chance
What I had, oh what I had is gone

MC

Tuesday, 11 August 2020

LOVE RESURRECTION

You want me to love you

But there'll be no miracles tonight

Love makes you blind
Nothing can cure my sight
Seen too many heartaches
Seen way too many lies

Need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Leper hearts fall to pieces
Fake messiahs tear them apart
False promises on the phone
Flesh falling from the bone

You want me to love you
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Those demons eat my soul
Only love can cast them out
But my sighted heart can see
You're not the man for me

I need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles tonight
No laying on of hands is going to set me right

I need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles,
Not one miracle tonight

So walk on baby
There'll be no miracles tonight


MC

Saturday, 8 August 2020

CHARLIE MANSON DANCES IN HIS GRAVE


Think about it: it will be 51 years tomorrow that Charles Manson's "Happy Family" started their murder spree.

The motivation behind the murders, Manson would later reveal, was to start a race war between blacks and whites, and bring down the government of the United States.

Yep, Charlie Manson is surely dancing in his grave to the cheery sound of "Helter Skelter."

He is surely grateful to all the good solid people out there who are willing to keep killing, and keep his dream alive.

Happy anniversary, Charlie!

THE THINGS SHE WON'T FORGET


Strange how the traveling mind
Torments the squirming soul.

Even now that she has grown
Old, and the feverish anger cold.

Even now as she sits where she wills
Drinks wine, snarls or spits;

Even now that freedom should be
Second nature:

Something in her squints
Cringes and flinches,
At the casual danger in a voice,
A face, even if a stranger.

Even now as she sits in the warmth
And the winter sun unfolds 
The pain from knees twisted
By age into fanciful shapes.

Even now she recalls 
The slap of his flesh 
And the burning sour-sticky 
Rain of his sweat.

Manuela Cardiga

Plague Season

We've forgotten
we've forgotten
The hollow ring of
"Bring out
your dead,"
And stay in bed
With a hangnail instead

We've forgotten
We've forgotten
The deadly dance
Ring a Ring o' Roses
We all fall down
Silent as ashes
To the ground

We've forgotten
We've forgotten
The sweet-hot touch
Blossoming flowers
Rancid fruit of death
Corrupting our precious flesh

It comes, it comes,
It comes again
Oh sweet dark wind
The Plague Gods arrive
Leaving neither
Righteous nor sinners alive

The Black One hovers at the gate
And cares not for wealth or state

So pray, so pray
It goes away
Plague Gods come back
Another day
Chant it loud
Chant it clear
Maybe some
Kinder God Will hear

But pick out your funeral dress
Beg and borrow
Relics of health
Streptomycin, gentamicin,
Ciprofloxacin
And confess, make redress
Dying sinless is best

The Plague Gods are coming
Dancing, and shrieking
So wait, wait for the screaming
And remember, remember
The rancid-voiced bell
"Bring out your dead,
and the living as well."


MC

Thursday, 16 July 2020

Colin Kaepernick Killed George Floyd

Seriously, I mean
I blame Colin Kaepernick
It was all his fault
Wasn't it?

"Take the knee! Take the knee!"
All that blather and bother
And the dude did

He never realized
He wasn't supposed
To do it on George's neck
But then
Nobody's perfect
We're all on a learning curve, right?

Ye...Maybe that brave officer
was trying to straiten
race relations
the Kaepernick way
and now he's getting the blame.

These celebrities
Are all the same
They scream and blabber
But when the shit hits the fan
(or fans as it might be)
They are no-where near.

Ye...I blame Kaepernick
There's just one thing I don't understand
Couldn't the good officer see
that George cried uncle
When he called for his mother?

Playground rules, man.
Even Kaepernick knows that.

MC