Friday, November 5, 2010

Unfortunate- not cowardly- tragic, not worthy of cowards

Poem by Marc Aupiais

A church attacked,
Priest killed,
And grenades,
Suicide bombs,

As America's ghost forces,
Supposedly withdrawn,
Says Agence France,
Were present!

And drove Al Qaeda Islamic State, Iraq-
From the alter of God!

No negotiations,
With those who attack stock exchange,
Then Syrian Catholic Church,
No Negotiations,
With those itching for a fight.

Suicide is cowardice-
But a martyr,
However deluded,
Blowing themself up for a cause!

Is far from a coward!

Lacking sure,
In sanity!

But heck of a brave!
Monsters! They are!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

In search of dust

Poem by Marc Aupiais

In search of dust,
Tragedy!
Not dusk or dawn,
No sun for months,
And months,
And months.

The world a damp space,
The world Chilean!
For but a moment!

And into the light of day,
And out of the spotlight of,
Global fame.

Seeking dust,
They found it!

Goodbye to Chilean fame!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

The cost of life

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Mommy thought me old enough,
To walk 15 metres from the car,
To the bistro alone,
For that treat,

I objected but walked,
Maybe 10 or 14.

And there he was shaking in the sun,
Covered in a liquid one may call blood,

Hands behind his back,
Handcuffed, as the police did stuff to his shaking form.

He'd tried to raid the bistro,
The grown man.
Clearly lost it,
Desires quite full.

Lying in the parking lot,
By the pavement!

As the police increased the pool of his blood.

I walked past and bought,
My treat.

Soon the bistro,
Would be sold,
And close,
And the nearby butcher also left,
As did we.

Its sometimes hard to drive,
To the shops alone.

And when I see people,
Being assaulted by security or police,
I never stop or interfere.

Monday, October 4, 2010

A true South African- the test of what makes us us!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

What makes a South African,
It isn't blood or birth,
Then we'd be accidental,
No people, no hope!

What makes us us is suffering,
Is crime, death, disease-
Universal truth!

Is deception, is helplessness,
Determination to live,
Where others have not!

What makes us South African,
Our allegiance to our own life,
And eyes and eyes, and lives,
Tainted with harm!

Is that we suffer, and die,
And live our lives,
And paradoxly endure endearing to life!
For our nation's sins!
And our world's last hopes!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Another crime? Another time?

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Bono isn't a sexual organ,
Bono of U2- no not you, or you or you!

Millions he raises for them poor-
News studio journalists, who need gift basket bribes!

Political campaign,
Publicity!

New York Post,
Who'd that be!

Millions spend on political campaigns-

A few measly 100 000 for the poor?

Your every dream come true!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Really blessed, blessed you!
Your every dream, now come true?
Perhaps beauty has no price!
No care for souls, lined up for death and eternal ruin!

Perhaps you are a perfect girl!
But shall I always be here,
Perfect girl!

For me- every day a fight to survive!


For you, any whim,
Who'd care!

Anything you want my dear!

A world await!
You next dear lie!

But I may lie dead!
Murdered or killed,

Before you wake up in the morning! Baby girl!
All as you dream my love!

God don't bless America and ain't no place else

Poem by Marc Aupiais

God don't bless America,
They've had blessing reigns enough!

Don't bless their sinful guise,
Their money and lies!

God don't bless America,
God let them Go Broke!
Stop them "aiding" the rest of us,
In arrogance abundant,
Though lack of much!

God don't bless America,
Save our children from that tyra-nasaur

Turn their blessings on them,
Give them crime, suicide and maternal deaths,
Teach them to hurt themselves with painful lives!

And when they do,
As the will,
Wish to reproduce!

Tell them their children aren't welcome in our world!

God condemn America-
An Unborn Prayer,

The words wrongly translated,
From the illiterate,
Aborted dreams,
Who Arrogant, revoltable America gives so much AIDS!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Blessed Mary of Australia

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Excommunicated, Miss Mary was!
Joan of arc de'ja' vu!
Kicked out for upsetting the wrong,
The evil Pharisees who closed Heaven's gates,

She had the man,
Jesus,
And exposed an evil priest,
Sex abuse:
Every institution,
Yet what response?

Excommunicated saint she was!
Conscience first!
Justice first!
And love of the weakest of all the weak!

Something society forgot-
Then and now;
Protection, government, money and politicals!

And the poor then as now-
While help is spoken,
Shown, photographed!

Die in droves!
Excommunicated saint!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Will you leave the bone alone, United now in folly

Poem by Marc Aupiais

The fools, who predicted doom,
Upon the emperor of our world!
As he visited the nation,
Which did quite simply,
Reject him, and his God!

Yet he impressed them who pursued his doom,
He tricked those who wanted his gloom!

And the nation without God embarrassed themselves!
Unable to imperial-condemn
The servant of the One
True God!

If only our own "bishops"
Said the same,
They said,
What a message,
Even if we hate his living guts?

All you could say as he forced a retreat,
United Kingdom,
United in sins,

Yet the British people,
They liked Mr Benedict XVI Pope!

And United it is,
Soon to be annexed by Rome!

Friday, September 17, 2010

The blue minibus taxi

Poem by Marc Aupiais

A blue minibus taxi,
A blue overly-packed poor souls transport,
And a man.

He fought the driver,
Verbally-

Just out of range...
Suddenly stopped taxi.

A shambok,
A long cane stick,

Yet the aguer out of the taxi driver's reach,

We reversed.
We waited,

I wanted to photograph the number plate!
A shambok and loud words,
Then a gun.

Its the gun the police arrested him for,
Our statements weren't enough for the rest!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Heroes all, even the cowardly 9/11 11/9

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Only a date they say,
Not World Trade Center Attack,
American Tragedy, Selfishly Guarded.

Guarded even from their own,
And any real sense of reality.

Heroes all,
The Bishop did say,
Heroes those who died,
What, because they died?

These cowards who leapt to their deaths,
Who likely knew not at all their fate,
For fear,
Stupidity and weary tears?

Heroes:
Corporate Tycoons,
And conductors of theft?
Waiters, and everyday people of men?

Heroes all,

But don't be bigoted,
9 years on, let's not be phobic!

9 years on,
Many weren't alive,
Nostalgia,
The past-time, of bishop,
And the American state,
Of the Affairs of their women and their men!

Heroes all, because they died,
And those who gave their lives for Allah?
Cowards- who went to their death as much?
As worthy of death, as some they killed?

"Heroes" all: Americans spent!

Friday, September 10, 2010

Death she stands as clear as day- as America did call 911

Poem by Marc Aupiais

A tragedy, a travesty!
Madmen on a jumbo plain!
An elephantine terror,
A Byzantine night!

America would go to war!
Innocents, lose life!

American blood,
American lives-

All their nation stands for
Now and today!

Al Qaeda-
With 911- they dialled
The corrupted world police!

Revenge and sin-
The American way.

Qur'ans to be burnt,
Or is it Korans.

Lives they remember,
From the Firepower hazard,
World trade center!

An immoral nation,
A tragedy!

Today we remember those who died,
Of America's death wars,
Avenging American-American lives!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Prayer fixes all

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I am who I am,
And prayer fixes all,
It orders the streams-

Sends us the rain,

It tells the cars at the intersection,
When to go,
And when to pull rein!

Prayer orders us,
It orders the heart!
And listen us-
To God's own heart!

Prayer renews,
It need not fix,

It regrows,
Where sin did mix!

Truth and prayer make the world go round,
Confess all sins,
Dear maiden and mare!

To God do head,
His Cathedral,
His which is sound,

And empty all there!
Cry to or God!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

What South African Talks About a Loaded Gun

Poem by Marc Aupiais

What South African Talks
About a Loaded Gun,
Gun,
Every gun is loaded,

Most households have one,

Not for sports, not for fun,
Though killing to some is quite fun!

I say it's dumb, done, not fun!

What South African talks of a loaded gun!
Clearly the song isn't South African,

Loaded, is every gun!

A woman drowns puppies, in a stream in the light

Poem by Marc Aupiais

A woman drowns puppies, in a stream in the light
Disturbed they call her,
Stop your death threats:

Puppies often drowns,
Tradition of the runt,
Yet she threw the little of puppies,
Like little into the bottom of the river's dear death bed.
Puppy after puppy,
Like a ball over the tennis net.

Perhaps in mimicry, of the cat trashing lady.

And now there's a campaign,
Find and ID her,
Puppy littering mind,

Prosecution certainly,
Animals are right.

Yet many of these support abortion,
The taking of human life.

What's so wrong with drowning puppies,
Common an occurrence:

What is wrong,
Is treating them as not life,
As not dignified animals,
Worthy of life,

Yet had she drowned them in the dead of night,
Just as dead,
But no uproar,
Uproar oft only comes of visual,
Of direct sight!

Mweb Inter-not

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Hours on the phone for what,
They certainly know what is what,
Reports filed,
Issued,
hours of not,
Read the fine print,
It's inter-not


Sound quite smart,
To make clients feel dumb,
Problem to be fixed,
Number one!

Telkom's problem,
Wonderful line,
So I bought from Telkom, did I not?

Nothing wrong, Telkom says,
Mweb said the opposite,
Should one expect to get what one's money said?
I hope they meant, everything's fixed.

Still doesn't feel like its working,
But one's ego sure is bruised.
South African internet,
They sure do smile when they serve you up!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Tragedy in the gulf, yes, part II of oil nights

Poem by Marc Aupiais

This time a local company,
A Texan oil firm,
A slight spill of oil,
quick to evaporate!

It wasn't oil drilling, just relieving the earth
Of crude, heavy or light!

Unlike the rig BP leant out,
To some unknown foreign firm-
The workers jumped to safety,
Into a safe blue sea.
No Deaths,
Or deadly oil spill!

Local, and caring for life!

The moon is shrinking, rejected for romance

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Like any beautiful woman, the moon is alive,
She's shrinking, the Humans at NASA said,
Contracting into herself, like a spurned lover's heart!

Quite slowly, cautiously, hoping her lover, earth will give a start
8 00 million years is in astrological terms, though quite fast.

Weeping, holding her broken limb,
Yet beautiful moon, my lover,
She sways my ocean tides,
Withdrawn into herself,
Separated, by kilometres from Earth,

Moon, my romantic lover,
NASA says she's mine!

Alive and moving,
Geologically a might!

Don't contract moon, come and make my heart feel ultra-light!
Reflect the Sun of glory,
Light up my darkest night!

Notre Dame the Lady who damned a family man

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Notre Dame,
American campus,
Our lady, does quarrel so much!

She doesn't like bishops,
She loves presidents and paychecks!
But not pro-test-ors,
Not professionals for life!

A family man- two adopted children,
Was that the crime,
Or was restructuring due this time?
One man restructured out of a job!

The same man who aired,
His differences- his support for the Catholic pro-life!

They arrested all protesters who objected to the speech,
A Catholic university,
A commencement speech!

Notre Dame, our lady,
Would cry in heaven's sleep-
Christ's kingdom of heaven!
Notre Dame's is of earth!

Whatever your cause- your ally is not God but death!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I wasn't going to write on it,
The man man who made a Discovery,
Who took hostages of a tv net!

Clearly he's never watched their network!
Whale wars- explosive sets!

Yet the madman- branded Eco-Terrorist; the economy unaware eco-movement:

Dangerous in the States,
They said!

And it's not just their smell or bad dress sense!

Conservation is great-
But whatever your cause;

If you have no conscience,
No methods but the cause:
Ride over other people;
Too far you head!

A human life- nothing less!
Human special interests-
The only reason for real conservationists!

Human life- the Water of Life,
That which guides, aids animal life!

If there are no moral methods-
Then no just cause.

Let's not predict armageddon,
Without that-
Man has smarts!

Maybe so or not,
But mankind before animals!

Hapless idiots-
Whose methods serve only death!

The basis of the caveman craze

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Bearded wild hobos,
Cavemen with guns and bombs,
Forget couch potatos-
Chill out in some Afghani caves!

23 virgins- but delivery after death-
Sorry you can't enjoy them-
With the zest of life!?

The question is-
Do they remain virgins,
Does Paradise reproduce child-s!?

Al Qaeda- The Basis-
Causing terror to fashion designers,
In Paris (pronounce paree) and Milan!

Free demolition of bad architecture!
Delivery included!

Just don't smell them too much!
They use airborne bacteria to cause-
Some alarm!

They don't much like planes,
Not plain enough to satisfy The Base!

A threat to world order,
Certainly to fashion sense!

How often do they bathe?

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Murder by water- in Pakistan

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Rich landowners,
Against the infidel!
Pakistani floods;
Diverted from land;

Into the poor villages,
Hindu and Christian:
Into the defenceless villages of

those quite weak!

So the claims go,
In divided Pakistan!
The Islamic Republic!

Sends others to heaven or hell!
Hades in site, had terrible foresight!

Divert the rivers-
So others must die!

What is my inspiration

Poem by Marc Aupiais

We look at a desert world!
Beauty and acclaim!
Death and men ashamed!
Love- not inane!

The Southern Cross-
A star's family ties!
I look to the night-time skies!

The moon- my love in tides!
Do we long for history?
America and the Reds?

Yet, then we were not good,
South Africa never was, nor is!?

From Dutch colony,
To British blood!
Concentrate, camps first here!

What is war and apathy?
Decay around,
World tainted, forest, world tainted Green!
Decay in forest, seen!

I cry- at pointless words of mean!
News, stories, and magazines!

Violence, injustice,
What was love?

Not kindness-
Kindness kills-
A merciful judge-
A travesty!


Judge not?
A judge is honourable!

True love does not stand by!
What would it let us our own hurt?

True love stands-
It does not die!

Nor does it change,
Should society change like the thrown die!

It stands-
Long-suffered-
It did when need!

Truth is love-
Not foolish orgies!

Zuma needs warriors- For South Africa's peaceful wars

Poem by Marc Aupiais

AU UN, words which justify!
South Africans on the continent!
Fighting No Man's wars!

Peace keeper- good and shameful!
We secretly choose where to interfere!

What is internal!
What requires actions!

Our solders- secretly at war-
Not secretly-
But not centre to our press!

Not heroes, secretly!
Fighting for us,
And the interests of the ANC!

Warriors- in Africa-
South Africa's forbidden, naughty love child!

I hear a song, this truth tempts thought within my veins and arteries

Poem by Marc Aupiais

My senses tickled by a beat-
Beautiful music,
Astounding lack of heat!

A song quite foreign-
It finds my senses not oblique!

I love the sound,
Senses do not like a sheep causes sleep!

Sheepishly - I enjoy a climatic beat!
Music, to which I listen in my seat!

The next song I dislike,
It strikes my conscience,
Not virile, vile!

I dislike the anti-human beat!

I wonder at my sensibilities-
What is of me?

What is about my culture,
My friends, faith and family?

And what of these thoughts-
Is rawly of dear me?

All's fair in love and war!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

National Socialists, they said it did they not:
All's fair in love and war;

Brunettes not welcome:
Nor Africans or Jews;

All's fair-
But Hitler's hair,
And many a National Socialist;

Not Aryan, but of the area,
All's so fair in love and war!

What's anything wrong with brunettes?

America wants... That's quite okay!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Je dis,
It's quite unlovable!

Ek se;
Hoekom is dit?

Are we unworthy of speech?
Our own values and morals?

Yet America thinks not!
They must draft our constitutions,
Make our laws!

They must dictate our morals,
Our ways of combatting disease!

Their aid is all important:
They destroyed our alternatives!

And the demons they like most-
Robert Mugabe, Apartheid!

They and their press support-
Until they don't-

... Damage not undone!

They say we must sterilise ourselves... Our children,
Abort what comes of love!

We must wear condoms-
Marriage? What is that?

Africa must bow down,
Peer pressure from the:

United interferers who State America knows love!

Human rights-
They say that often-

Though are they right on what is rights?

Human- are we equal to them?
Must we live there for lives of worth?

I wonder as I watch American actors,
On an American based set!

Made for American TV!

An iconic ironic image and news form

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Quite the iconic image-
In today's Johannesburg Star-
Mozambique is rioting-
Food- water- supplies...

Nothing quite simple or small-
A perfect image- Johannesburg Star-

Johannesburg top paper-
Johannesburg Star!

Police with their assault rifles,
A brigade of armoured,
Vehicled spun!

Riots in Moz-
Mozambique issues,
Troubling to bears!

Our little sister in Troubles-
South Africa-
Airs her concerns-
Media and paper-
Lil sis Moz!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

A tea party on land

Poem by Marc Aupiais

A Tea Party on Land,
Not the crazies who threw merchandise overboard,
Not of necessity,
But tax evader, sequentiality!

And thus, the same:
Angry with taxes,
With the only government in the world,
which thinks debt is good!

America, America, Land of the too Free,
The just don't tax us,
And the brave people who recklessly slay!

A tea party they have:
Don't forget who must host:

Alaska's always welcome,
And some Foxy television, or Radio Host!

Maybe she'll shoot, at bears or garden gnomes,

Yet, what are they protesting,
The regular looking average folk?

With tea parties,
But without manners,
And no British accents?

Nor a consumer protest, on taxes on afternoon tea?

No, they protest action, and inaction,
Like the war movement once did,

As change America brays again,
Change and hope, transferred epithets?
Can a Nation Hope, or feel faith?

One change didn't work,
But any smart reader, knew it to boot,

Yet tea parties,
With no British accent,

Really a shame,

Economic conservatives,
Penny box savers,

The real shame, is not the mockery,
The making fun of British class,

No, the true shame is simple,

And really askew:

America voted...

It always starts that way!

Poor condemned Iraq- America's chew toy- thrown to dust

Poem by Marc Aupiais

It's hard not to hate an Arrogant West,
That is something they'll say for sure!

Shame really, is it not,
America prematurely leaving Iraq:

Having ravished the place dry,
Gaining oil and allies,
As innocent blood lined the streets,
And American Press,
So Free of Speech,
Neglected to cover genocide,
Least their presidents be impeached!

American lives,
The Response to Wikileaks,

When they withdraw from Chew-toy Iraq, Tossed into sand,
Without a real government, and a democracy not true,
How many more must die, for the cameras and lights?

Poor condemned Iraq- America's chew toy- thrown to dust
Shall they ever rebuild what they destroyed?
Mercenaries instead,
From all over the world,
Soldiers forced to fight their unjust war,
Now withdraw,
Leaving fright, and quite blight!

America, you Harpy,
How dare you invade,
Destroy valid authority,
To Bath them in blood!

Oh, what a war,
And all for some buildings,
A few thousand people,
More die in a day!

Twin Wars, for Twin Towers:
Afghanistan and Iraq,
And don't forget the foolish Muslims, who wanted a mosque

Why they'd choose "Ground Zero", nobody knows:
Such a gated community,
With Strip Clubs and Bars.

Perhaps the Muslim ladies wear to much clothes?
Perhaps Human LIVES, mean nothing to West!

I fasted when they invaded poor Iraq,
Unjust War, a Crime against man,
And now, as they withdraw, I'm tempted to weep:

For promises and publicity,
To a Homeland Press:

Yet, in Iraq,
Instability reigns:

Minorities, and Christians,
Mean little to the Nation who invoked
Christ and God,
To put opposition to rest.

Well done America, Obama and Bush,

Iraq, Babylon burns,
Like in the prophesy, Babylon gone,
Dust,

Yet, is it the rich nation which deceived the world,
The prostitute, which was driven by greed?

Did congress or the UN call war, unseed?

Yet, even if they had,
It would still have been unjust,

And those whose lives were ruined,
Are left to cry into mounds of desert dust
As memories burn,
More vivid than Moses' dear Bush,
Destruction wrought,

By the makers, World famous, heroes
Of the only Nuclear Genocide!
And of course: of Afghanist,
Somalia,
Yemen,
Iraq,

And of Hades!

The keys of the world,
America claims, are dollar signs!

Poor condemned Iraq- America's chew toy- thrown to dust


Poor condemned Iraq- America's chew toy- thrown to dust

Poor condemned Iraq- America's chew toy- thrown to dust

And to dust does Babylon return,
Dead, it fades on sands of time!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Katrina and the Catholic bishop and university who betrayed God and faith

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Dear Bishop said-
"We're burying Katrina"
After the hurricane's funeral-
Something the church denied many a human being-
For one does not honour the damned in that way.

Yet many put hands in an empty coffin-
Leaving letters to the wind.

Ridiculous mockery-
A pagan mourning!
An inanimate wind!

And here comes Obama-
The Saviour of the world-
Who died for it to live-
Wait- no he didn't!

Yet the Bishop puts politics before Christ!
The local university will host the Nation's President!
Their God!

Despite regulations and morality saying they should not!
And the Bishop- while not present!
Refused to be drawn in!
Like police who won't come to a murder!
What is a dear infant to him?

Or the fate of moral men-
Crushed under his God Obama's feet!

And Obama used the opportunity for politics-
And to lie- about the blood of oil-
Which he poisoned the gulf with!
The burning and cleaning-
Which will destroy for years to come!

What is God?
To the archbishop's God!

For the true God made funerals for men,
Universities for truth!
And bishops to defend the weakest of men!

Bow down bishop-
To your God and Leader-
Obama!

Worship him-
You sorry man!

For we are nothing to you-
The inhabitants of God!
Nor is the memory of men much!
A funeral for Katrina-
Not a memorial of individuals!

When you die-
Your funeral will bring shame!

You deserve it denied as much as Katrina-
Sacrilege is your name!

Yet you'll be buried with honour!
Like the many bishops who've betrayed my God!

Whose actions make long lines of innocents into hell!
And turn the word of God into shame!

I will pray not for your forgiveness,
But for your ruin!

For the mercy of God!
On the servants you've damned!

Monday, August 23, 2010

Trivial things- dear bishops care for

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Trivial things- over which diplomats fight,
It seems too be the things for bishops- rights!

Affairs of state are affairs of church!
Far be it to focus on morality!

No- politics,
Yes- those few deaths-
And rights hardly affected-
And that that the -bad- educators' board.
Who were so -unwise-

It isn't their place to speak of life-
They hardly care for moral lights-
Could they spot the Vatican on a map?

Yet wage action-
Their voice is loud-

All these rights that people have-
Allowances of state not God!

Yet the bishops speak and solidly rebuke!

"Any Catholic"- any faithful Catholic would not none the less-
Shall the unfaithful swine hear your voice?

Foxy Wilfred Napier?

So the bishops moan,
And decry as though to hell-

Not the heretic of old-
But the poverty stricken-
Desperate donkey-
Who dares cut off a hospital in Today!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

2 candidates- change hits Australia

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Two- they say were odd-
He said he was underdog-

Classical Australian-
Vulgar mouth-
Straight talker-
Climate change- what is that he asks!
Mad monk Abbott-
Former seminarian-
Christian in politics-
No Christian Politician is he-
In darkest Greyest Australian desert scene!

Gillard- who'd waste money for votes-
Raise taxes for what would she-
The atheist Cohabitation practitioner-
Who believes marriage a special mint in the Wisdom of Oz!

One would waste money-
The other hold back too much!
Australia is in debt!
The parliament is hung!

Hung like a flag-
Prisoners to the people!

Labour got Rudd of the past!
Perhaps too early-
Too soon-
But he would have lost the election!
Said it not the polls?

Mad Monk Abbott!
Gillard- the woman atheist who practiced did she-
Cohabitation- shall she now again now!

Two choices!
Two Australias!

And now the destruction!
Must re-evalutate!
A blast from the past!
Has unsettled all!

Vulgar Abbot!
A bastard many love!

Vulgar Abbot!
Mad Monk!
We Salute thee!
Well done!
Mad Monk!
Well done!

Though he swore it wouldn't be!
Underdog!
What an underhanded tactic!
Mad Monk!
Unstable bet!
But Coalition made it!
None and less!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Hardly an eye did blink #Australia

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Hardly an eye did blink,
And hardly a voice was heard!

And another Catholic organisation left,
From selfish selflessness,
It became political-

But for its own interests-
Not those of nation or church!

And the world heard it,
As it said the words,
It hoped would pay!

Another Catholic organisation,
In Australia!

What a coup de tat,
What wonderment-

To prop up whom was falling!
To lift up, for promises,

From an unpopular people!

Unless church should aim at moral interests-
Perhaps, it should be better-
To separate-

Church charities,
And states!

Monday, August 9, 2010

An inquiry of fact

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Israel and the neighbours assembled!
Called not by battle horn!
Though both sides were blowing them!

Israel will find it legal- the raid!
Turkey will cry- plain murder!
That the activist said they were to be martyrs-
To Turkish papers!
Makes their deaths- intended more special!

Or so?

Two sides, and two verdicts!
Both sides will benefit themselves!

Let justice be done if the heavens fall!
Unless the people elected!

Fire and smoke

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Sounds- rain?
And a cloud- but not wet!
Not soft! Not nice!

Acidic on the skins of men,
Women, children, and animals!

Death hit Moscow! Russia as well!

But hardly does the world care?
Do we mind if it is not near!

What should make the "apathetic" care!
What should the share?

Or is ignorance best?
Or is that only in jest?

None the less! People die!
Sometimes more- due to bliss!

Tempting rocks

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Was simple enough, simply say no!
But simple is never simple!
Not when the pride and ego have a way!

She took the resource and sold her soul-
Even if she gave it to a man who clung to it so many years!

Odd- how useful charity is-


She broke the law if she accepted them-
Here and a abroad!

But who can resist a dictator's charms?
Surely wasn't her!

A few rocks she says-
Pebbles really!

Really we are foolish!
What is more sensual than a man!

Who allegedly mutilates
his peoples?

Or so one may suppose!
If the media's at all correct!

Surely though! Whatever your colour!
You forsook Africa long long ago!

And left us in the dark-
Your career meaning all!

Or perhaps the talkers are wrong?
Maybe you are more than looks!

Not much appeal to me-
Quite flashy- not ostentatious!

Monday, February 8, 2010

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