tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21755430498600504872024-03-14T01:33:21.753-07:00The Butterfly and the Night BreezePoems and works about current and other events!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-67225856499585280202016-09-17T15:54:00.000-07:002016-09-17T15:54:55.910-07:0060... 80 Souls60... 80 souls,<br />
Corpses claimed by politicians' muses,<br />
60... 80... servicemen, fighting the devil, in Syria.<br />
Felled by weapons of western cherubs,<br />
By 4 flying angelic aerial sets.<br />
<br />
Truce, they said, truce, they bet.<br />
60... 80... souls now lost.<br />
Angels killed them from above their heads.<br />
60... 80... scores of men,<br />
They say an 'error of targeting' bombarded them dead.Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-60719027548930970152011-07-24T05:25:00.000-07:002011-07-24T05:26:00.551-07:00Black Dog! Suicide! What is ur .. Insanity .. I ask .. ?Poem by Marc Aupiais<p>Darkness! You call it! It takes you!<br>Again! The Black Dog!<br>The Bitter Omen! In your hope!<p>I look at you! Lying there!<br>Bed all messed!<br>Mattress out!<br>No! They said you had no sheets!<br>Just ..<br>The mattress!<br>Nothing else!<br>In your flat!<p>You taught me once!<br>Afrikaans!<br>But now you are gone ..<br>And they whisper how!<br>They said you did it!<br>Money or the Black Dog!<p>And then the garage owner!<br>Before you!<br>And that other man I knew!<p>And another and another!<br>What Is Your Insanity!<br>What stopped your heart?<p>Stopped so many hearts!<p>And you are the Black Dog!<p><br>It did Bark! It ought not Bark!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-5764653541500059092011-07-05T01:57:00.001-07:002011-07-05T01:57:49.251-07:00Falling bombs - on TripoliPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>OH! The men of war!<br>OH! The handsome murderers!<br>How them we adore;<br>Parade like heroes;<br>These KILLERS of women and children;<p>Indeed; the Ape-Men of Libya;<br>Sent to pillage and rape;<br>To kill the villagers;<br>To throw them off the plateau;<br>Unto rocks and bamboo piles;<p>And yet;<br>Even then;<br>Were the children spared;<br>Women not murdered;<br>Babies not slaughtered;<p>Though ape men then;<br>Only warriors; not worriers killed;<p>And above does the falcon stream;<br>And below does the gunship patrol;<p>As again and again;<br>Suspicious for nationality; killed;<p>For America bombed Tripoli;<br>And Tripoli are people;<br>Not war-men!<p>As elections start to approach;<p>Again ... Does Nagasaki sound!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-16559661246803161862011-06-10T06:49:00.001-07:002011-06-10T06:49:10.496-07:00Poem of desolationPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>I think of you:<p>Nation; death!<p>I think often of you,<br>I imagine a spark,<br>Or something more!<br>I look for weakness!<p>I serve Carthage against Rome!<p>I wait for weakness!<br>Opportunity to revenge!<p>Black steel netting,<br>Weaved with black deadly cobra snakes!<p>I wonder at our enemy!<p>And I hope for some weakness!<br>And rejoice as it hurts!<p>I learn of my enemy!<br>I wait and await!<p>Comeuppance!<br>A word!<p>And I wonder at my enemy!<br>And watch her enemies rise!<br>With glee!<br>With hope!<p>Though I still catch myself!<br>Its only now dislike!<br>Its only now dislike!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-33999120492319489032011-06-07T02:58:00.001-07:002011-06-07T02:58:27.896-07:00Ground war!Poem by Marc Aupiais<p>How, you abuse, you always have!<br>You act as good, but bad you are!<br>In your crusade!<br>For the greater goods!<p>And we The BRICS!<br>We fight your lies!<br>We ask, dear why!<p>And if you want to save civilians!<br>Why bomb them in Tripoli,<br>And refuse any peace treaty!<p>And where were the planes,<br>Now helicopter gunships?<p>And what of war?<br>do you hide the Underground!<p>And fight to kill the free,<br>The dictatorship of false democracy?Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-19581117945777082012011-06-05T04:35:00.001-07:002011-06-05T04:35:13.696-07:00Death of an enemy!?Poem by Marc Aupiais<p>It confounds me, my hatred!<br>It perplexes, me!<p>The joy at your death!<br>As I watch the end of your last breath!<p>Perhaps on a tv set!<p>And I hope,<br>Should the death count rise?<br>And the evil enemy of your people,<br>I cry when they die!<br>Because they were killing you!<p>And I look at you!<br>Propaganda people!<p>And I image: in my mind:<br>Your flag burning!<br>Your capital on fire!<br>Nuclear holocaust!<p>Oh! Such joy!<p>I wonder!<br>The death of an enemy!<br>Even of an unborn child?<p>Your manners, your evil ways, of death!<p>Surely!<br>I rejoice should you die?<p>Yet!<br>Though the news says I should,<br>And the views call you monsters!<br>I think of one of you,<br>Just of one!<p>And I'm glad!<br>I never burnt your flag!<p>And I was not the martyr!<br>The television set subtly praised!<p>Propaganda people!<br>Pitiable force for goods!<p>Likely you will destroy us all!<br>But I cannot hate!<br>Whatever the tv and world does slate!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-51777125859163020732011-04-28T09:15:00.000-07:002011-04-28T09:24:37.388-07:00Devil's own landPoem by Marc Aupiais
<br>
<br>I'd been labelled.
<br>I'd been accused,
<br>Tried, convicted.
<br>Neo-Liberal- the class accused.
<br>
<br>When I defended the wizards,
<br>And said they had human rights too.
<br>
<br>She'd spoken of a trial,
<br>How she watched them confess.
<br>She never mentioned the burning,
<br>Though we all knew it implied.
<br>
<br>And here I was.
<br>Driving north.
<br>Deathly black clouds.
<br>Mythic mists.
<br>Death by night.
<br>
<br>A strange feeling.
<br>Elephants. Hyenas. At night!
<br>
<br>And though I argued.
<br>For their lives.
<br>Those accused of witchcraft.
<br>Those murdered lives.
<br>
<br>In the Northern Country,
<br>I wondered at the lies.
<br>
<br>Devil's own land.
<br>And people less civilised.
<br>They'd kill me as easily as their witches.
<br>I told myself,
<br>As I hoped to drive past.
<br>
<br>And seeing a hyena.
<br>Right by our car.
<br>
<br>I swear he was calling.
<br>His mistress. It's time.
<br>
<br>And though I left Up North,
<br>Where the massacres still occur.
<br>
<br>Women and their babies,
<br>Children young and old.
<br>Soaked in gasoline.
<br>The child forced to set mother alight.
<br>The child killed also,
<br>As with possession,
<br>With house.
<br>
<br>The "New South Africa"
<br>They wanted.
<br>Where witches never survive.
<br>
<br>I drive quietly by.
<br>And pray I never here do
<br>Roll fate's dice.
<br>For here, one rolls the die.
<br>
<br>And though I'm white,
<br>Not black,
<br>Man, not woman.
<br>
<br>Not witch.
<br>Just the God forsaken
<br>"Little White Dog"
<br>Enemy to be quickly shot.
<br>
<br>Yet I wonder at our nation.
<br>And the unaccountable lives.Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-47665060998899049362011-04-22T01:05:00.000-07:002011-04-22T01:05:23.493-07:00Everyone ~ loves ~ ThemPoem by Marc Aupiais<br />
<br />
Everyone a~dores..<br />
Why shouldn't you too...<br />
why shouldn't you three, why shouldn't you more...<br />
<br />
Everyone adores...<br />
looks...<br />
Yet no God...<br />
<br />
And you've abandoned me...<br />
Siren who tricked my soul...<br />
<br />
Everyone a doors,<br />
Close me out of you..<br />
<br />
Who am I love,<br />
Poorly humble me!!!!!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0Antarctica-75.250973 -0.071388999999953739-90 -0.071388999999953739 -60.305323 -0.071388999999953739tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-1837979570798808902010-11-05T00:19:00.001-07:002010-11-05T00:19:29.755-07:00Unfortunate- not cowardly- tragic, not worthy of cowardsPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>A church attacked,<br>Priest killed,<br>And grenades,<br>Suicide bombs,<p>As America's ghost forces,<br>Supposedly withdrawn,<br>Says Agence France,<br>Were present!<p>And drove Al Qaeda Islamic State, Iraq-<br>From the alter of God!<p>No negotiations,<br>With those who attack stock exchange,<br>Then Syrian Catholic Church,<br>No Negotiations,<br>With those itching for a fight.<p>Suicide is cowardice-<br>But a martyr,<br>However deluded,<br>Blowing themself up for a cause!<p>Is far from a coward!<p>Lacking sure,<br>In sanity!<p>But heck of a brave!<br>Monsters! They are!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-76519257350520468162010-10-12T23:35:00.000-07:002010-10-12T23:37:19.261-07:00In search of dustPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>In search of dust,<br>Tragedy!<br>Not dusk or dawn,<br>No sun for months,<br>And months,<br>And months.<p>The world a damp space,<br>The world Chilean!<br>For but a moment!<p>And into the light of day,<br>And out of the spotlight of,<br>Global fame.<p>Seeking dust,<br>They found it!<p>Goodbye to Chilean fame!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-60831343979196150342010-10-09T23:29:00.000-07:002010-10-09T23:31:01.238-07:00The cost of lifePoem by Marc Aupiais<p>Mommy thought me old enough,<br>To walk 15 metres from the car,<br>To the bistro alone,<br>For that treat,<p>I objected but walked,<br>Maybe 10 or 14.<p>And there he was shaking in the sun,<br>Covered in a liquid one may call blood,<p>Hands behind his back,<br>Handcuffed, as the police did stuff to his shaking form.<p>He'd tried to raid the bistro,<br>The grown man.<br>Clearly lost it,<br>Desires quite full.<p>Lying in the parking lot,<br>By the pavement!<p>As the police increased the pool of his blood.<p>I walked past and bought,<br>My treat.<p>Soon the bistro,<br>Would be sold,<br>And close,<br>And the nearby butcher also left,<br>As did we.<p>Its sometimes hard to drive,<br>To the shops alone.<p>And when I see people,<br>Being assaulted by security or police,<br>I never stop or interfere.Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-34232558835373573592010-10-04T02:39:00.000-07:002010-10-04T02:38:51.742-07:00A true South African- the test of what makes us us!Poem by Marc Aupiais<p>What makes a South African,<br>It isn't blood or birth,<br>Then we'd be accidental,<br>No people, no hope!<p>What makes us us is suffering,<br>Is crime, death, disease-<br>Universal truth!<p>Is deception, is helplessness,<br>Determination to live,<br>Where others have not!<p>What makes us South African,<br>Our allegiance to our own life,<br>And eyes and eyes, and lives,<br>Tainted with harm!<p>Is that we suffer, and die,<br>And live our lives,<br>And paradoxly endure endearing to life!<br>For our nation's sins!<br>And our world's last hopes!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-72141238288132309012010-10-01T03:47:00.000-07:002010-10-01T03:46:48.638-07:00Another crime? Another time?Poem by Marc Aupiais<p>Bono isn't a sexual organ,<br>Bono of U2- no not you, or you or you!<p>Millions he raises for them poor-<br>News studio journalists, who need gift basket bribes!<p>Political campaign,<br>Publicity!<p>New York Post,<br>Who'd that be!<p>Millions spend on political campaigns-<p>A few measly 100 000 for the poor?Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-47711053201126230432010-10-01T03:43:00.001-07:002010-10-01T03:43:05.000-07:00Your every dream come true!Poem by Marc Aupiais<p>Really blessed, blessed you!<br>Your every dream, now come true?<br>Perhaps beauty has no price!<br>No care for souls, lined up for death and eternal ruin!<p>Perhaps you are a perfect girl!<br>But shall I always be here,<br>Perfect girl!<p>For me- every day a fight to survive!<p><br>For you, any whim,<br>Who'd care!<p>Anything you want my dear!<p>A world await!<br>You next dear lie!<p>But I may lie dead!<br>Murdered or killed,<p>Before you wake up in the morning! Baby girl!<br>All as you dream my love!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-33666973485974843892010-10-01T03:36:00.001-07:002010-10-01T03:36:27.314-07:00God don't bless America and ain't no place elsePoem by Marc Aupiais<p>God don't bless America,<br>They've had blessing reigns enough!<p>Don't bless their sinful guise,<br>Their money and lies!<p>God don't bless America,<br>God let them Go Broke!<br>Stop them "aiding" the rest of us,<br>In arrogance abundant,<br>Though lack of much!<p>God don't bless America,<br>Save our children from that tyra-nasaur<p>Turn their blessings on them,<br>Give them crime, suicide and maternal deaths,<br>Teach them to hurt themselves with painful lives!<p>And when they do,<br>As the will,<br>Wish to reproduce!<p>Tell them their children aren't welcome in our world!<p>God condemn America-<br>An Unborn Prayer,<p>The words wrongly translated,<br>From the illiterate,<br>Aborted dreams,<br>Who Arrogant, revoltable America gives so much AIDS!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-41732175732080352462010-09-24T23:17:00.000-07:002010-09-24T23:16:52.738-07:00Blessed Mary of AustraliaPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>Excommunicated, Miss Mary was!<br>Joan of arc de'ja' vu!<br>Kicked out for upsetting the wrong,<br>The evil Pharisees who closed Heaven's gates,<p>She had the man,<br>Jesus,<br>And exposed an evil priest,<br>Sex abuse:<br>Every institution,<br>Yet what response?<p>Excommunicated saint she was!<br>Conscience first!<br>Justice first!<br>And love of the weakest of all the weak!<p>Something society forgot-<br>Then and now;<br>Protection, government, money and politicals!<p>And the poor then as now-<br>While help is spoken,<br>Shown, photographed!<p>Die in droves!<br>Excommunicated saint!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-7441615044267566272010-09-20T04:11:00.001-07:002010-09-20T04:11:14.441-07:00Will you leave the bone alone, United now in follyPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>The fools, who predicted doom,<br>Upon the emperor of our world!<br>As he visited the nation,<br>Which did quite simply,<br>Reject him, and his God!<p>Yet he impressed them who pursued his doom,<br>He tricked those who wanted his gloom!<p>And the nation without God embarrassed themselves!<br>Unable to imperial-condemn<br>The servant of the One <br>True God!<p>If only our own "bishops"<br>Said the same,<br>They said,<br>What a message,<br>Even if we hate his living guts?<p>All you could say as he forced a retreat,<br>United Kingdom,<br>United in sins,<p>Yet the British people,<br>They liked Mr Benedict XVI Pope!<p>And United it is,<br>Soon to be annexed by Rome!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-71293398855857191942010-09-17T14:01:00.000-07:002010-09-17T14:00:18.721-07:00The blue minibus taxiPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>A blue minibus taxi,<br>A blue overly-packed poor souls transport,<br>And a man.<p>He fought the driver,<br>Verbally-<p>Just out of range...<br>Suddenly stopped taxi.<p>A shambok,<br>A long cane stick,<p>Yet the aguer out of the taxi driver's reach,<p>We reversed.<br>We waited,<p>I wanted to photograph the number plate!<br>A shambok and loud words,<br>Then a gun.<p>Its the gun the police arrested him for,<br>Our statements weren't enough for the rest!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-16989287829639799502010-09-11T09:18:00.000-07:002010-09-11T09:18:29.530-07:00Heroes all, even the cowardly 9/11 11/9Poem by Marc Aupiais<br />
<br />
Only a date they say,<br />
Not World Trade Center Attack,<br />
American Tragedy, Selfishly Guarded.<br />
<br />
Guarded even from their own,<br />
And any real sense of reality.<br />
<br />
Heroes all,<br />
The Bishop did say,<br />
Heroes those who died,<br />
What, because they died?<br />
<br />
These cowards who leapt to their deaths,<br />
Who likely knew not at all their fate,<br />
For fear,<br />
Stupidity and weary tears?<br />
<br />
Heroes:<br />
Corporate Tycoons,<br />
And conductors of theft?<br />
Waiters, and everyday people of men?<br />
<br />
Heroes all,<br />
<br />
But don't be bigoted,<br />
9 years on, let's not be phobic!<br />
<br />
9 years on,<br />
Many weren't alive,<br />
Nostalgia,<br />
The past-time, of bishop,<br />
And the American state,<br />
Of the Affairs of their women and their men!<br />
<br />
Heroes all, because they died,<br />
And those who gave their lives for Allah?<br />
Cowards- who went to their death as much?<br />
As worthy of death, as some they killed?<br />
<br />
"Heroes" all: Americans spent!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0Ground Zero, 535 W 34th St, New York, NY 10001-1303, USA40.75499 -74.00015540.7387355 -74.029337500000011 40.7712445 -73.9709725tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-33213826477221682822010-09-10T15:27:00.000-07:002010-09-10T15:26:46.260-07:00Death she stands as clear as day- as America did call 911Poem by Marc Aupiais<p>A tragedy, a travesty!<br>Madmen on a jumbo plain!<br>An elephantine terror,<br>A Byzantine night!<p>America would go to war!<br>Innocents, lose life!<p>American blood,<br>American lives-<p>All their nation stands for<br>Now and today!<p>Al Qaeda-<br>With 911- they dialled<br>The corrupted world police!<p>Revenge and sin-<br>The American way.<p>Qur'ans to be burnt,<br>Or is it Korans.<p>Lives they remember,<br>From the Firepower hazard,<br>World trade center!<p>An immoral nation,<br>A tragedy!<p>Today we remember those who died,<br>Of America's death wars,<br>Avenging American-American lives!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-44989264908120024942010-09-09T05:04:00.001-07:002010-09-09T05:04:32.322-07:00Prayer fixes allPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>I am who I am,<br>And prayer fixes all,<br>It orders the streams-<p>Sends us the rain,<p>It tells the cars at the intersection,<br>When to go,<br>And when to pull rein!<p>Prayer orders us,<br>It orders the heart!<br>And listen us-<br>To God's own heart!<p>Prayer renews,<br>It need not fix,<p>It regrows,<br>Where sin did mix!<p>Truth and prayer make the world go round,<br>Confess all sins,<br>Dear maiden and mare!<p>To God do head,<br>His Cathedral,<br>His which is sound,<p>And empty all there!<br>Cry to or God!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-66434586068566936852010-09-05T05:42:00.001-07:002010-09-05T05:42:09.944-07:00What South African Talks About a Loaded GunPoem by Marc Aupiais<p>What South African Talks <br>About a Loaded Gun,<br>Gun,<br>Every gun is loaded,<p>Most households have one,<p>Not for sports, not for fun,<br>Though killing to some is quite fun!<p>I say it's dumb, done, not fun!<p>What South African talks of a loaded gun!<br>Clearly the song isn't South African,<p>Loaded, is every gun!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-3950215060598319062010-09-05T01:32:00.000-07:002010-09-05T01:32:06.904-07:00A woman drowns puppies, in a stream in the lightPoem by Marc Aupiais<br />
<br />
A woman drowns puppies, in a stream in the light<br />
Disturbed they call her,<br />
Stop your death threats:<br />
<br />
Puppies often drowns,<br />
Tradition of the runt,<br />
Yet she threw the little of puppies,<br />
Like little into the bottom of the river's dear death bed.<br />
Puppy after puppy,<br />
Like a ball over the tennis net.<br />
<br />
Perhaps in mimicry, of the cat trashing lady.<br />
<br />
And now there's a campaign,<br />
Find and ID her,<br />
Puppy littering mind,<br />
<br />
Prosecution certainly,<br />
Animals are right.<br />
<br />
Yet many of these support abortion,<br />
The taking of human life.<br />
<br />
What's so wrong with drowning puppies,<br />
Common an occurrence:<br />
<br />
What is wrong,<br />
Is treating them as not life,<br />
As not dignified animals,<br />
Worthy of life,<br />
<br />
Yet had she drowned them in the dead of night,<br />
Just as dead,<br />
But no uproar,<br />
Uproar oft only comes of visual,<br />
Of direct sight!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-88090604889937129602010-09-05T01:26:00.000-07:002010-09-05T01:26:25.335-07:00Mweb Inter-notPoem by Marc Aupiais<br />
<br />
Hours on the phone for what,<br />
They certainly know what is what,<br />
Reports filed,<br />
Issued,<br />
hours of not,<br />
Read the fine print,<br />
It's inter-not<br />
<br />
<br />
Sound quite smart,<br />
To make clients feel dumb,<br />
Problem to be fixed,<br />
Number one!<br />
<br />
Telkom's problem,<br />
Wonderful line,<br />
So I bought from Telkom, did I not?<br />
<br />
Nothing wrong, Telkom says,<br />
Mweb said the opposite,<br />
Should one expect to get what one's money said?<br />
I hope they meant, everything's fixed.<br />
<br />
Still doesn't feel like its working,<br />
But one's ego sure is bruised.<br />
South African internet,<br />
They sure do smile when they serve you up!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175543049860050487.post-14298005446192914502010-09-03T05:02:00.000-07:002010-09-03T05:02:08.795-07:00Tragedy in the gulf, yes, part II of oil nightsPoem by Marc Aupiais<br />
<br />
This time a local company, <br />
A Texan oil firm,<br />
A slight spill of oil,<br />
quick to evaporate!<br />
<br />
It wasn't oil drilling, just relieving the earth<br />
Of crude, heavy or light!<br />
<br />
Unlike the rig BP leant out,<br />
To some unknown foreign firm-<br />
The workers jumped to safety,<br />
Into a safe blue sea.<br />
No Deaths,<br />
Or deadly oil spill!<br />
<br />
Local, and caring for life!Marc Evan Aupiaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07744987793383281492noreply@blogger.com0