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Dec 2010 · 12.4k
Wishing for Camels
DJ Thomas Dec 2010

Bride of the desert
the indomitable town
Solomon’s Kingdom

Lost in history, I wander through a city that was fortified by King Solomon, raided by Mark Antony and ruled by Queen Zenobia who made it the capital of an empire, only to be captured herself and paraded through Rome in gold chains.

Civilisation upon civilisation are entombed within Tadmur; in a huge plain of carved stone blocks, massive columns arched in rows or standing alone, a Romanesque theatre, senate and baths, dominated by a great temple whose origin dates back four thousand years.

Due to a clever mistranslation from Arabic by the euro-centric traveller who ‘discovered’ Palmyra, the city also has a modern name.

Here for millennia, a tribe of Bedu have camped within the folds of these desert steppes and blackened Tadmur’s ruins with their camp fires, to trade camels or herd goats and sheep. Walking the divide between city, desert and the more fertile steppes, I search for their surviving descendants and find a black woven goat’s hair tent with its edges raised to capture a cooling breeze.

Hamed and his sons, huge and wary of foreigners, welcome me to sit within on  carpets and then graciously serve dates with innumerable small glasses of tea. I indicate ‘enough’ in the traditional manner by rolling my right hand and the empty glass. Hamed continues to voice his concerns about the lack of feed for their sheep and the prices achieved at market. I readily succumb to several small cups of greenish Arabic coffee, before being allowed to take my leave.

For millennia the wealth of this city was based on tariffs levied on goods flowing out of the desert aboard swaying camel caravans. Today, these once proudly fierce tribal Bedu no longer breed, train or ride camels.

The Bedu greatly prize their reputation and the respect of their peers. Their traditions are the foundation of these small tribal communities and may predate Islam;  a life now undermined by borders, nationalism, government settlement plans, conscription, war, television and tourism.
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Black torn empty shells
swept by Mount Lebanon’s shade
Cannabis Valley

As I recall a haiku of ‘images’ of  my very first journey to Damascus, from war-torn Beirut through the lushness of the Bekaa;

in the here and now
a dark suit and Mercedes
cross the Euphrates

Defence Minister, Rifaat al-Assad is in town with his fifty thousand strong Defence Companies, complete with tanks, planes and helicopters.  A coup d’état is in progress to assure Rifaat’s succession to the Presidency of his older brother Hafiz al-Assad, now recovering from a heart attack.

Last year, Rifaat massacred some forty thousand Syrian citizens when he ordered the shelling of the city of Hama. Nobody in Damascus will be underestimating him.

All political and military power is in the hands of the al-Assads and key generals, who command the military and police. The majority of whom are of the Alawite minority Muslim faith from the rural districts near Latakia in the North. Before their revolution, governments came and went in weeks.

My friend Elias is allied to Rifaat’s cause, by simply doing business with the son. Now he and his family share the risks and dangers of this coup failing and stand to lose a fortune. Monies paid locally in Syrian pounds for goods delivered to government agencies.

Elias’s connection with Rifaat and Latakia, as well as his confident presence, humour and love of life, still allows us easy access to the Generals’ Club. Sadly, there is to be no table and floorshow, but a closed meeting with two senior Generals, where we learn that Hafiz has recovered enough to take charge and is now locked in discussions with his younger brother.

The decision is therefore made for us. We say our goodbyes and drive to Latakia.

On Sunday Elias meets his brothers, then with his family, we visit his parents small holding and enjoy a meal together. A wonderful fresh mezza that includes my favourite, courgettes stuffed with ground lamb and rice, in a yogurt sauce. Syrian food is amazingly healthy and my cuisine of choice.

It is a cloudless Monday morning, as I, Elias, his wife and children drive into the docks to board an old 46 foot motor cruiser. Huge cases are stowed as I make my inspection, then start the twin diesels and switch on the over-the-horizon radar. Our early departure is critical. We cast off and the Mate steers for the harbour entrance below the cliffs that guard it. As the Mediterranean lifts our bow in greeting, the disembodied voice of the Harbour Master tells us to return as we do not have permission to sail.

Ignoring the order, I increase our speed through the short choppy surf. We are sailing under the Greek Cypriot flag and in an hour I hope to be out of territorial waters.  At 14 knots we are a slow target.

Fifteen nautical miles from the coast of Syria, I leave the mate to follow a bearing for Larnaca. Elias has opened a bottle of Black Label. I quaff a glassful.

Later noticing a noisy vibration and diagnosing a bent prop shaft, I shut down the starboard engine. Our speed is now a steady 8 knots, so I decide on a new heading to discern more quickly the shadow of the Cypriot coastline on the radar screen.

Midway, the mate and Elias begin babbling about a small vessel ahead and four separate armoured boxes encircling it. Ugly Israeli high speed gun boats or worse, Lebanese pirates. Should they board us and find stowed riches, we will be killed.

Leaving the Mate to maintain our course, I go on deck to play the ‘European Owner’.  The vessel they have trapped is long and lean with three tall outboard motors but no crew are in sight.  Leaving them astern, our choice of vessel now fully exonerated, I and Elias throw another whisky ‘down the hatch’.

With us holding the correct bearing, I ask Elias to wake me as soon as we near Cyprus. Feeling utterly exhausted I collapse into a bunk.  

I wake unbidden, to find the Mate steering for the harbour entrance. Shouldering him aside, I spin the wheel to bring the vessel about. Shaking, I ask them why there are minarets on the ‘church’ and did they not notice our being observed from the top of the harbour's hillock, below which a fast patrol boat is anchored?  The Mate sprints to the Greek Cypriot flag and is hugging it to his chest; Elias wisely prays.

I command the wheel as we motor directly away from the port of Famagusta and Turkish held Northern Cyprus. We later change bearing and pass tourist beaches, it is night fall before we moor-up in Larnaca.
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Later that same year I am called to a last urgent meeting in Cyprus with Elias. He calmly tells me that he will be arrested when he rejoins his family, who have returned to Syria. Elias asks me to take full control of his Cypriot Businesses, then returns home and ‘disappears’ with his brothers.
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Since sacking the two Arab General Managers when they tried to get control of the bank accounts, it has taken more than six months to locate the prison holding all the brothers. We obtain the release of all except Elias, who has been tortured.  We then ‘purchase’ him the exclusive use of the Prison Governor's quarters and twenty four hour access for Elias’s family, nurses and doctors.
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Over the last two years, I have honoured my promises and expanded trade as far as Pakistan. Elias is still imprisoned.
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haibun of a late twentieth century travelogue
copyright© 2010
DJ Thomas Sep 2010
A poser
not a poet
autobiographic poetry
ignoring pain
stepping past
**** times

my poems
the reverie
of past loves

so many

Waking up
parked cars

but animal

that hurt
loved ones

so much
and guilty
it cannot
can it
be told
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Sep 2010 · 1.6k
Sitting outside
DJ Thomas Sep 2010
Overlooking the valley
just chatting

The chasm between being asked and told
our need for sharing not telling
Love’s consideration and understanding
offering, giving never demanding

Watching the sunset
just flirting

A touch
an ****** suggestion
needing cool sheets
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Aug 2010 · 2.2k
loves haecceity...
DJ Thomas Aug 2010
resting upon a wet diamonte cloth*  a dew encrusted diamante goblet  of sparkling bubbling classic champagne  floating a jewelled ice berg  the solitaire diamond encrusted  the ring of Celtic gold thrice captured

indulged then held fast in your naked sleeping beauty - with visions of our night shared in driven imaginative love
the coloured reality of a nights unreality -  soon both awake we will discover more
now we slip between reverie and gentle touch - this is our love in loves haecceity

within a darkened airy Bedouin tents comfort  then thrice by the lonely beauty of the green oasis  waves of guarding desert dunes  beyond a mirage of dry high peaks  here I await her dreaming heart

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Aug 2010 · 2.0k
Visited by Tsunil Kalu
DJ Thomas Aug 2010
The slant-eyed
giant hunter
people of Tsul Kalu
came in peace

To become
the central universe
Cherokee white elders
hereditary priests
teaching peace

Winged rattlesnake
of time untime

Singing the death song

Sacred spirits
animal, plant, herb and tree

The wheel
what is, will be

(The ancient Chinese were
the greatest astronomers.

Later in the 1400's their
massive treasure fleets
mapped the World

The Yuki, Navajo, Apache,
Yuchis, Ming **, Melungeons,
Shawnee (Oceanye **), Sioux,
Cree Ojibuwa and Moskoke
have Chinese ancestors
some claimed to be Chinese

European explorers told of
elders speaking Chinese
ancient Chinese artefacts
and wrecked junks seen

History as taught might
be but a fairytale
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DJ Thomas Aug 2010
My first inspiration was ***
passionate life squeezing screaming ***
the thumping wall musicality of ***
exhaustingly inventive sweaty and wet

I wanted to make it a senryu
but for duality the female characterisation
demanded two more lines
each extending to seven syllables

Arousing images captured her moaning
splashing loneliness in unusual collocation

I was first excited by the placement
of a hovering extended enjambement
to give life to my final line
whilst also considering the satisfaction
in using noisy mouthed rhythms

I believe I easily hid the wet aroused context
with a watery semantic field
suggesting she would choke and drown

So in my last line I had ‘pleasures’
as a cutting keriji to make clear
the dominating ****** context
having previously used
a preposition and determiner
to maintain duality*

Exhausted shivers
in windowed naked currents
unfolding sinking
then surfing vital wavelets
drowning screams - pleasures wet bite

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Jul 2010 · 1.4k
Someone knew!
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
I departed Tripoli early on the Thursday
the chauffeur meeting me at Heathrow
Deciding a long weekend was owed
I started to arrange a little romance
pondered on the detail and the where

We sped on into the Cotswold's
thoughts of gardened desert oasis said here

A surprise, hidden across fields in sheltering copse
the entrancing beauty of floating water lilies
of the temple for two on it's spreading pond
within the splendid wonder of a secret garden
locked in by romantic beech leafed escarpments
of Waterly Bottom with a nearby New Inn

But beaten by discerning honeymooners
the hamper and a beach would have to suffice

Winding the slow road took us South
stopping to picnic within Corfe Castle
later beached curves splashed in the sea
rock pools were explored under high cliffs
dinner for two enjoyed at the Grand Hotel
the beautiful view off to France or Swanage

Finally a large curious and dated room
and soft delights sweetened by Sahara oasis

I woke ice cold next to her wrapped warmth
The unexpected unfamiliar presence sat
staring coldly from within it's armchair
lit and wrapped in aged coloured silks
the cob webbed spectre wore a skull cap
it's eyed dry head followed my sitting up
watched as I bit into the flesh of my arm
salty blood informing me of a new reality
poking her side so droplets stained sheets
languorously she commented "Again?"  
my mandarin robed Chinese departed
silently melting in untouchable darkness

Leaving teeth-a-chatter and a new spirituality
with a small hot hand moving touching

I reported on Sahara underground rivers
green gardened oasis and the part I had played
Congratulated, a secondment was mooted
to ensure payment of some outstanding loans
arrangements had already been put in hand
for me to take over some three businesses
based in Indonesia but firstly in Sumatra
later taking owner's responsibilities in Jakarta
They promised a principal Asian role to follow

I knew then their discussions already had result
in the visit of one parties honoured ancestor

Two years on in Indonesia and repayment made
Having helped make happen an increase in production
of archipelagos basic foods paddy and highland corn
through my work with the co-operative movement
My position as Senior Lloyd's Shipping Inspector
and the Lloyd's Shipping Agency given back
The diesel electric maintenance crew working
properly and for it's owners till my departure
I planned the move to Singapore and new challenge
then travel in Asia teamed with my romanced lady

Chopstick adept meetings and the gift of spirituality
had seen me never interfere with Chinese business
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DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Poetry is often made impossible
and forgotten it dribbles away

Experiences begot are dried
in dusty memoriam of thoughts

Locked in chipped ornaments
pictured emotions die framed
in an old letter's sentenced pain

Decorative wordy entrapments
cannot fool or command love
however many silvered words
try to stir or grab at thine heart

Whereas times every moment in
your observed, captured thought
does cradle this beating heart

"We shall gift thought it's
touch and bites of freedom
then love it's sustenance

Fun's giggling thrashing bushes
of living sweating poetry

David x
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Jul 2010 · 3.6k
"meet for a cocktail?"
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Named for you alone
I call it 'Sugar Apples'

Green apple schnapps
and thimbles of a pink
pomegranate liqueur
add some **** tamarind
then sweet chilli sugar
before splashes of gin
to your taste and cry

Shaking in romance
and a lovely organic
cloudy apple juice

A pianist sings love
"Moonlight slumbers
in your heart

A rosy red jug full
to sweeten our kisses
sipped from each
carved sugar apple
through long straws

Where do I shake it
to cradle your heart

David x
copyright© 2010
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Contended by mine eye and ear
I wouldst be joined by this kiss
in the promise made Dwynwen
whilst captured by thine poetry
a beauty lost in past empyrean age
as is this disciple here and now
in a sirens call of dark promise
lips offering a frisson of delight
thence romances pulsing core

Let this vow and plea be honoured
each 'Dydd Santes Dwynwen'

David x
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Jul 2010 · 1.1k
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
It's reddy pink petals
sniffed or chewed
might grant dreams
a tendency to
inveigle poetry
with flowers
gift the surrealistic
shifts in sight
pluralistic ignorance
sequenced realities

Rare serious
side effects
include concern
for a green planet's
billions of voices  
buried unheard
by enculturation

Of course
it's proper name
sounds like *****
suggesting labido
enhancing sniffs
for this

Official advice is:

'An excess
of chewing
may cause
drowning !
inspired by Robert Martin and his lovely poem
'I have to water the lobelia because if I don’t it will die'

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Jul 2010 · 1.2k
individualistic & poetic
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Love and conscience

self image and experience

shape our very being

guide our motivations

freedoms of expression

ability to give ourselves

love with the gift of fun*


decisions made in the moment
leave embarrassment and guilt

ought we to learn and gain
not ponder them for ever

the flood of adolescence
its angst and experiences

cruelty, parenting, drugs
or our very survival

rob us, to shape us
separate - ourselves


nailing reactions
into our days
blanketing some
behind closed
blind eyes
for awhile
or forever
to leave us
with *****
or *****
and needs
more selfish
arrogant and


each our foibles and poetry

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Jul 2010 · 870
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
I favoured your grey eyed beauty with stars
enjoyed from the soft cadence of your voice

the unfolding words of love that found me

to love again in stanzas and deep pauses*

David x
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Jul 2010 · 755
running from bulls
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Thumping hearts match stride.  I throw her over barrier - spin aside and jump*

(a senryu on love)
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Jul 2010 · 1.3k
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Lying there
never so comfortable

The smoking girls
walking towards the car

Holding my left arm
way above my head

I rolled out of the hedge
looking up at long legs

"There's petrol"
I told their thighs

Limping arm aloft, the beetle
also ended wrong-way up.

A wheel span, I dragged
the driver and his girl out

Through window and petrol
to stagger arm aloft to heaven

Those long legged girls
talked me out of my hedge

Again at there feet
paying homage

Operated on,  I am
in a bed without thorns

At night the young nurse
tells me of her Indian life

Girls, now friends visit
telling me about another

They want ***, their
friends want ***

Nightly, a new life
is put-in-hand.

Recovered, whole
I don't make love

Dreaming of thorns
not of girls thighs

There is only ***
with long legged girls
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Jul 2010 · 1.3k
bare desire
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
blonde teen
staring touch
Passion -
eating us

always ruling
frivolous, unheeded
thrusting apart

Each desire
First hungry  
youthful season

in other arms

in paddock
Smiles defeat
awkward seconds

Third place,
revs screaming
Hit, hurtling
flying askew

Lifted away
Crushed beauty
dead desire
Our last words
lost us

In memoriam, this tragic shattered senryu sequence for a first love.

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Jul 2010 · 752
The Peak
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
'A band of white wisps
Heaven's gift a gown of blue
A love anointed

A senryu

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Jul 2010 · 23.3k
..... MEATHEADS .....
DJ Thomas Jul 2010
Dead sold souls herd us
Lost mindless finger puppets
Vapid witless words

A large meat fed dog *OR
a bicycle riding Meathead
ARE more harmful to the environment THAN
a Vegan driving a four-by-four

Eating meat means death
more suffering then grieving.
Suicidal Meatheads
contracting breast cancer,
China’s rich women’s disease

Linked male disease
includes prostate cancer.
Early doddering
old age of the mind and body
Meathead fat minds and body flesh .

Grumbling guts of a -
selfish and cruel industry.
Cleaving and feeding
Meatheads taste for flesh and fat.
Growing numbers of pet dogs.

They, their butchering -
suppliers and the linked
blind politicians.
Hands ****** with world ecology
and mankind’s nearing suicide.

Barbecuing flesh
Burn’t species in rainforests.
Slash and burn farming
Busy Meathead industry
Gross greedy blood dripping heart

Detail is in the UN Food and Agriculture Organisation’s
REPORT Livestock’s Long Shadow

Hot warming dry world.
Slaughtered environment.
Acid rain is falling
in livestock’s long dead shadow.
Desertification breath.

Trumpeting slaughter
Our children, each child’s children
Dangerous future
Meatheads dead with Treehuggers
Planets species murdered

Meatheads, THEIR suppliers and producers of live and
cleaved flesh AND their greedy lawyer-ed politicians ARE
the primary cause of harmful greenhouse gasses

Growing and processing
Feeding livestock flatulence.
Living flesh movement
Frozen slaughtered cut flesh
Transported, sold chilled packs.

Land taken for grazing and feeding cattle flesh IS
destroying our rainforests, CAUSING desertification,
KILLING or DISPLACING millions of wild animals,
DRIVING species into extinction

A plant-based diet
efficiently providing
our nutrient need.
Land feeding just two Meatheads
will feed twenty four with grain.

Or more than sixty with soya - BUT bioengineering has targeted
AND taken control of soya, BY doing so they might purposely
be destroying the bees - THIS another long sad story

The flesh producers -
cause most the world’s pollution.
Consuming most our WATER.
Legislating against meat
New green taxation controls

A worldwide plant-based diet WOULD require less than a
quarter of the present agricultural land and COULD
feed the millions who currently live in starvation!

Bees disapearing
Biodiversity sold
Rainforest cinders

It would allow us to SHARE our planet with the other SPECIES
that are struggling to survive OUR greed and stupidity
and HELP our own possible survival

Fat shopaholics,
a deadly consumerism.
Cancers meat to eat

Meat consumption is increasing, USING-UP a sea of potable water,
burning forests & species... MEANING there has never been
a more urgent time to reconsider OUR eating habits!

Our sad indoctrination

So MEATHEADS, are burgers, bangers and steak worth
the personal risk, YOUR children’s live’s AND the
approaching environmental catastrophe?*”
copyright© 2010
Jun 2010 · 2.1k
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
“We have pulled the trigger”

We the generations
who have inherited
mankind’s death throes
must be accepting
of the death sentence
we have posted
our children

“So enjoy the life you have left”

Global warming
brings evermore
jerks-and-jumps in
climate change.
Now melting ice caps
and glaciers may
huge volcanic eruptions
the cloud
from which mankind
cannot be saved.

“You can’t save the planet”

Who is trying,
arrogant lawyer-ed politicians?
Meat eaters?
Breeders and owners of dogs?
Petrol heads?
Supermarket shopaholics?

"Enjoy the blue sky -
whilst you can"*

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Jun 2010 · 898
Stamping Footprints
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
A largish pet dog
Average American
Four-by-four L V
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Jun 2010 · 712
Comatose, yet?
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Caged in Fools World
The people hear heroic call  
Each one a hero

copyright© 2010
Jun 2010 · 9.8k
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Our sad indoctrination
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Jun 2010 · 1.1k
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Springs cut Irises -
dripping vital red not purple,
far from my window*
Life soaked sand stains our flag
to number a misled hero

copyright© 2010
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Her prized first bike
came out of a breakfast cereal competition.
Then sped her around London
from lecture to final examination.

Twenty years on it was replaced
by gleaming white and black carbon.
Bought, lacking in memories
faster, lighter with a baby seat for Bethan.

Fitness, a priority this year
swimming in the pool, open water and the sea.
Clare selected a running coach
cycling home at an ever higher cadence for tea.

Happy, with her performance
in her very first event as a triathlon novice.
A second, saw Clare pedaling faster
to race past fellow competitors with ease.

In her last competition she was pictured lithe
on posters promoting reactive sports glasses.
Winning a new Felt racing bike, seats in the VIP stand
for the Tour de France finish and her fit lasses-****.

My congratulations dear hero...
copyright© 2010
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Cycle chic fashion
Our slow bicycle movement
Poetry in bike lanes
Sartorialist's on two wheels
reclaiming **** cities*

copyright© 2010
Jun 2010 · 8.4k
the Guilty
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Those feeding-cleaving-eating

copyright© 2010
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
I am back yet again
in Tripoli, reading
Arabic street signs and
on an evening look
to find that special fish
restaurant of old.

al-Arabeiyyah is and
has always been for me
the land of surprises in
this storied life.

Already, I have been
kidnapped into a long
adventure, taking me across
the Sahara into the rarest
of lands, filled with ponds
and fertile green beauty!

Today, I accompany
contacts from the fishing
fleet into the port.
On the far side of which,
below the British Embassy
is an old black submarine!?

My main contact is
handing me on board a
vessel, when he ages
slack and shakes.  
Then, I am pulled back
to be led away.

Hot and held firmly,
we don't waste words.
My jacketed guards walk me
briskly into the harbour,
towards a squat building.
Each alert and thinking - I,
that I'm in the arms of the
Libyan Secret Police,
as each jacket conceals
my confirmation!

On entering their blockhouse,
I am led and followed up the
stairs to confront a facing cell,
wallpapered entirely in
the heavy folding scissor-ed
steel closure of the Souq,
jewelled in locks!

The first jacket stoops to unlock
my cage. Likely, sharing my confidence
that once in, I'm here to stay -  I
drift slightly left. Thence, to roll
left, behind and around a second jacket,
to swiftly enter the office to my
rear.  A man stands, surprised!
Shaking hands, I greet him warmly.
I am asked to take a seat and
the audience at the door
to give explanation!

I am now the honoured guest
and have no intention of
leaving my seat!  Afraid,
the chairman and his shocked
staff are invited also.  Four
hours later my past involvement
in supplying the Libyan Tunisian
Fishing Cooperative with eighty
eight marine propulsion engines
is confirmed.

I leave them last, as
one might part from friends.

copyright© 2010

Part of a past that might be told - my own saga...
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Dangerous, well travelled.
Young survivor of life’s
prisons, with little anger
or worries left.
I stopped here again,
to stay in what had
become it’s only hotel.

I walked, tinged pink.
Armed in confident
bravado among the shimagh
branded, AK47 brandishing
troops of War Lords.

To, at night, wonder if
that open roof top restaurant
survived and still served
Italian, then choose the
hotel disco and a drink.

I danced the only White,
lacking little in the rhythm
of my varied partners. When,
sudden alarm, I moved alert!

In shock, the place stopped
to stare at me unmoving,
then at  my partner laying
floored at my feet, before
shuffling away distant.

The barrel was cold -
my neck warm and damp.
Surrounding in this hush
they asked; “Why?”

I requested the return
of what was mine.
Lifted and clamped
in place, she freely
gave back my thin red
leather wallet.

My bruised partner, left
assisted! One more drink
before I too wandered
away, up to my room.

Later, the same
morning, I paid and
left Mogadishu for
the final time.
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Part of my past, my own saga...
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
Currents Drag Escaped
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Cold surf drenched rocky cliffs
guard a blue lapped white beach
hiding love's shaded cocktail bar*

copyright© 2010
Jun 2010 · 946
Body Poetry
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Food and exercise
the bodies poetry

Fresh local produce to
challenge inspiration and skill.

A singleton may experiment and taste
then experiment and taste again.

Laughing at mistakes and
recording wonders in verse.

It's artful presentation
unhurried perfection.

Bathe in wondrous triumph
on serving such excellence.

A single serving
the chance to excel
alone in art, then
again and again

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Jun 2010 · 731
Hand Painted
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
When travelling, a book
On breaking a journey
“Expresso please”...
thence to wander wondering
window shopping away.

Yesterday, a door opened
and in I went

There, wide of brim
with it’s egg yellow middle
I see, painted upon sky blue
two simple childlike
yellow beaked
pink and pretty birds
ever chasing, just
one white cloud.

Valley destined
bought, lovingly packed and mine

Sitting, cup held full
whence came my thought
to make this a gift
I ponder why
then keep it sound
to sip from, mine
hand painted
and washed
this once
in bright

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Jun 2010 · 894
Influx (a Quinzaine)
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Love, our travel companion
Might we outlive it?
Can it fly?

Jun 2010 · 590
In Flight
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
We smile
  .     .
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Jun 2010 · 1.3k
A Bird Call
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
Everything -
promising nothing
Burning desire*

(A heart haiku 4/5/4)

copyright© 2010
Jun 2010 · 962
A Pretty Bird in Spring
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
.                                                     .
.                .                                 .                .
Each moment an      unfair duel, past
barriers swamped by greed, until
there remains only this greed
the moments seed, this
promise of Spring's
cycle of love
.             .
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Jun 2010 · 997
The Minimalist
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
I stripped to display it bare and meaning-full

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Jun 2010 · 1.5k
DJ Thomas Jun 2010
If you hadn't, we mightn't wouldn't couldn't love x

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DJ Thomas May 2010
We each have a voice and life,
it is how we use them not how we might!

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20 20
DJ Thomas May 2010
Dead sold souls herd us
Lost mindless finger puppets
Vapid witless words

We each have a voice and life,
it is how we use them not how we might

Living we give voice
So one voice might yet be heard
All being, believe*!

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This haibun uses the words and phrases of PrttyBrd - stolen from 'The World Today'
May 2010 · 72.8k
Gift Wrapped
DJ Thomas May 2010
We each have a voice and life, it is how we use them not how we might!  

Stop glaciers melting
Huge population movements
Death of progeny

The small reductions in carbon emissions being targeted for 2020 or 2050 - are thought to little to late to slow global warming.  The melting polar ice and glaciers together with our changing weather patterns are now fact. The resulting loss of river systems and rising sea levels will mean the desertification or flooding of agricultural lands and famine, then the migration of populations - starting with the skilled and rich seeking safety, to escalate into the terror of armed bands
warring over water, food, women and land.

By 20 20
Lets hope for twenty twenty
A 20 20

There is now the thought that the huge physical change wrought by global warming can be charted by the escalation in earthquake and volcanic activity.  And that this may eventually trigger huge eruptions in the American and Asian continents,
destroying civilisations to create a planetary volcanic winter.

Again fire and cold
The cycle repeats itself
Destroying nature

Was there a civilisation in deep history before the flood, prior to and during the last ice-age?
This has been researched and written about in great detail during the last twenty years
and many now believe it already proven by scientific review of documents and
thousands of archaeological finds, also by scientists having used the exactness
in the astronomical alignments of ancient monuments
to recalculate there greater age.  

Dead sold souls herd us
Lost mindless finger puppets
Vapid witless words

Sadly, the majority put their reliance and faith in
the actions of lawyer-ed politicians, most of whom evidence
a fixation on their own welfare,  selfish self-glorification needs
and an unwillingness to rock-the-boat once in power*

Politicians thwart
Party politics deafen
Propaganda’s herd

Putting off all radical action required until after the next election.  
Many have gifted away the necessary legal control and power to take national radical action
to a political or trade grouping of nations - in effect retaining only national rights
to go to war, put up taxes, borrow and spend monies.

Please no rhetoric
Complete local transition
Forget politics

We each have a voice and life, it is how we use them not how we might!

Living we give voice
So one voice might yet be heard
All being, believe!

We are left holding our eco-inheritance and children’s future in the palm of our hand.
Please let our love and imagination drive us each forward to make change.

Biosphere a greenhouse 
Target the impossible
Please gift some life soon?

So, we each of us have hard personal choices to make, which will encompass both positive and negative
benefits in terms of our time, lifestyle, health and wealth.  I chose to base my choices solely on how it
might benefit the eco-system and the lives of our children.

My choices are grouped under five headings: transport, food, home, lifestyle and further action. They are:

Transport: Rail; Bus; Coach; Bike;
(I pass woods in bud - a Red Kite hunting twisting, unhurried moments).  
To give up ownership of electric / motor vehicles
and to avoid air travel where possible.

Highly vaporous.
Emissions farting -
barrelling vipers

Food: To eat meat/fish only once a week at most;
(Slaughteramas greed - industrial carcase-ed meals. Sheep full of cancer)
To study fast methods of vegetarian cooking; buy local organic foodstuffs;
visit local farmers markets and farm shops; grow my own when possible
and help friends establish vegetable/herb gardens.
To not ever feed, cleave and eat!

Fat shopaholics,
a deadly consumerism.
Cancers meat to eat

Home:   A cottage sized for me, friends and neighbours,
overlooking a wooded valley and trout stream.
Like me a little untidy and basic

Crossing the shallows
trout fingerling feed at dawn
White dots steep hill path

Dusk - eight painted queue
river paired mare and foal
Foliage lined dark black

Well positioned to capture the morning sun, airy and light.  
Yet insulated to stay cool or warm. With easy access to mountain bike trails
and long distance bus routes, plus several end-of-line train stations
in energetic cycling distance over the mountains

A differing beat
Quickly fading doubled steps -
pulling separate

Life Style:* A thinking poet mountain biker, living organic
not part of the great noisious noxious ribbons of hurtling tired.

Pressured paced life -
impossible  commitments.
Organic living

Further Action: *I intend to give up meat not because of the terrible cruelty involved in ten billion or more animals
being slaughtered every year to feed the human race, but due to
: 1)  animal farming being a major factor in the burning of 50 million year old rainforests at a rate of one and half acres per second to generate huge volumes of greenhouse gases, destroying the richest habitats on Earth and a principal source of oxygen; and 2)  that these billions of farmed animals
are themselves a major source of greenhouse gases

Burning rainforests
Feeding to cleave open and eat
Subsistence farming

With ongoing intensive fishing, the world's fisheries already in crisis and climate change,
it could be that we will run out of wild-caught seafood much earlier than 2030!

Conserve energy -
and natural resources
Don’t waste foolishly

Each of us might have a different view of what globalisation is,
for some this word encapsulates the dangers of our global fast food culture, omnipresent brands,
popular culture, changing diets and the growing use of packaged processed foods

Freedom to act sought
Globalisation's curses
Octopus suckers!

For many it is the illegal international trade in endangered species of flora and fauna,  
second only in value to the $350 billion a year global drug trafficking trade that now services
perhaps more than 50 million regular users of ******, ******* and synthetic drugs

The label 'globalization' can cover the: spread and integration of different cultures;  
industry moving to low per capita income countries; sweatshops supplying this seasons branded goods
to retail outlets worldwide;  complex international interleaved financial trading instruments being developed
by banks and financial institutions to trade worldwide, create profits and pay huge bonuses, without risk to themselves

Globalisation -
orchestrated profiteers,
betting our losses

Many see globalisation as being the beneficial spread of free trade, liberty, democracy and capitalism,
involving the efficient allocation of resources and capital through the spread of technology.
Unelected international bodies and institutions such the World Bank actively promulgate globalisation,
a '‘world government’ promoting close economic ties between nations

Our sad indoctrination

The anti-globalisation movements dislike the corporate and political nature of globalisation,
protesting the resultant harm done to the biosphere, a more rapid and extensive deterioration of the environment
and the unintended but very real consequences of globalisation: the erosion of traditional culture
resulting in social disintegration; a breakdown of democracy; the spread of new diseases;
changes in diet; increasing poverty.

I view globalisation and it's propagation as leading to the final destruction
of the world's cultures and civilisations by locked us into a
dogmatic world political doctrine secured through
trade and political alliances of states, institutions
and corporations that remain hell bent on
imposing this world governance. Such
that individual countries governments
cannot consider making substantive
radical change to avert the planet
being pushed into a natural cycle
that will end the human race

Caged in Fools World
The people hear heroic call  
Each one a hero

The peoples and cultures of the world need perhaps just one western country to
break the legal chains of globalisation and adopt a radical economic regeneration program
designed to make the total transition to a dynamic culture of localised
clean communities centred on the individual not competition*  

Only one tool
National taxation for -
economic change.

Here I begin discussing how global, regional and national economies might
be based on the growth of small organic local economies.
not the repeated foolishness involved in chasing lower cost base manufacture -
each time at great cost to the economy it has migrated from!
Then a further culture becoming totally reliant
on the transport of foodstuffs and goods -
I can here you saying

"Oh **** this guy is -
talking about change, changing -
the world we live in!"

Yes, I am and do we have a choice?  But such change will be organic and involve business
in the restructuring and regeneration of economies till we share green economies.  
In small part his is already happening slowly!

Unlock taxation,  
survivals powerful tool.  
Needed now for change!

This is why we need to consider doing something that many of today's
plutocrats, economists, bureaucrats and politicians, would dismiss out of hand or
discuss endlessly in terms of perfectly competitive markets, perverse economic incentives etc

Major solution
National taxation change
Human extinction


This haiku sequenced eco-haibun is an ongoing project being penned day-by-day by many that care and take action. Your reactions are all welcome, thank you

**Take back control now.  
Cease all squabbling, achieve act - decisively!

Globalisation's, global control cut away.
Diversity sought

Promote well being.  Act with imagination -
for ecology!

Creating employment -
with local utilities, local food and transport

Incentivise tax,  to create local benefits.
Gain prosperity

Income taxation -  value added tax, aged -
dangerous mistake

Local licensing.  Lead don't follow excuses.
Saviour taxation

Imaginative - energy, food and transport -
local licensing

An alternative - energetic strategy,
greening business

Organic foodstuffs - out compete processed food.
Life promoting health

Healthy government - a healthy population. 
Zero income tax!

Locally taxed - by distance it travelled -
and category

Products bar coded.  Point of agreed production -
and category

Local added tax, by distance it travelled -
and category

Local energy, initiatives supplant.  
Replacing at risk

User energy, capture and storage.  
Eco-dwelling plan

Local water works,  supplanting initiative.
Replace the at risk

User water need.  Capturing and storing half.
Securing supply

Communications, local initiatives.
Protecting our needs

Local healthy food, life saving initiative.
Planting guaranteed

Sort unemployment, local work available.
Agriculture base

Radical transport - initiatives needed.
Change made possible

Season’s colours blur - in ageing contemplation
chilling warm breezes

Ganges dried mud - dust
Armed hungry thirsty tide
Generations despair,  lost

Our politicians -
squabble condemn progeny.
Flee panic and die


Day by Day
This haiku sequenced eco-haibun needs prose and additional haiku added day by day.  Contributing comment and reactions considered for inclusion...

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May 2010 · 3.7k
DJ Thomas May 2010
Moon swept itching dark
Twilight, sunrises curtain
pink lids - open eyes

Crossing the shallows
trout fingerling feed at dawn
White dots steep hill path

My stride increases
a shadow skipping pebbles
lone thoughts dismissed

White dappled ginger
Ungainly long knobbed legs,
rolling - then sitting aware

Midday, pours blue heat
Standing shading their new young,
across clear pebbled flow

Smile’s triumphant glow
rests briefly on sweet green bank
Silver flash of joy

Dusk - apart painted,
eight queued paired mare and foal
Foliage lined dark black
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DJ Thomas May 2010
Deadly deluded deceitful demon's of:  inter-racial racism; murderous religiosity; frightful jealous hackings; tribally usurping genocides;  atrocious political strength-of-arms; invading ferocity; selfish presidential reasoning;

Springs cut Irises -
dripping vital red not purple,
far from my window;

self-effacing prime ministerial decrees of war; sanctioned moves by greedy banker pawns; designer labelled terrorism; War, a game now called 'Texas Billionaires Commodity'; a countries paid survival; seeded maniacal jealousy; globalisation's murdering grandiose; grandiloquent made walking bombaster(s) ; revenger mob leaders; our taxed Fools World !?

Globalisation - orchestrated profiteers, betting our losses
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DJ Thomas May 2010
I can feast again, reading aloud enjoying sounding hosted meanings encapsulated in every word, phrase, line, and stanza!

I am here rich in the aromas and taste of poetry!

Screaming for MORE of the same!

I am a glutton spewing my greed!

Spouting critique....

Where others might give a long mmmmmmmmm

or worse dribble

- Well Written
- thought provoking
- very pretty
- Nicely done

Sadly, I could not dream up such delicacies or brew this heady wine, but can only burp and share it's scented flavours!

Feasted full, resting in your shadow amongst a company of quiet images I ride for more on the morrow**

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A heart haiku (4/5/4)
DJ Thomas May 2010
Pavement French learnt
Glutinous pasta
Paris* - no sauce

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DJ Thomas May 2010
Lacking of life now
I lol on my fine divan
Laziness often
lacks the power of rapture
as in sofa or bedsprings

Labour of love her
for large obese lobster me
Mermaids capture me
a symphony of sea-sick
rasping tongues lick our lumps

Little old lady
typing the language of love
A real cyber date
computer romance limits
operational life's love

Laughing over lines
of disco ****- pure *******
Lewd obscene language
grasping lemon or lime highs
to count Hollywood star shootings

A full length of life
the longing off, lay proceeds
Lady of the Lake
lunging our lisps sound depths
we are - breathing harmony

The land of Lincoln
legion of Lucifer's Lord
landscaping of lawns,
losing our liberty's law,
leaving on lights, blinding

Lots of Laughs or 'lol'
populist abbreviation*
language often less,
leftovers of literate
gone to libraries of late
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A renga written in collaboration
Christopher Terry Everson,
Nicholas Ripley
Jacqueline Ivascu.
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Renga 2 # (by 7+ poets?)
DJ Thomas May 2010
Celestial scholars
deliver influencing scripts
days brisk with drumbeats
evenings spilled from riverbanks -
drifts of violet, ripe moons.

A life for living
make creativity your song
let all sorrow go
our tomorrows fade too fast
every moment so precious

Your choices to own
claim to have truly lived
be free like a bird
soar to the highest mountain
feel the breeze beneath your wings

All will surely die
your body is not a chore
the energy life
is eternal, infinite
and clothed in velvet breathing

Life's ageing busy pace
relax -  observe and still time
neither thoughts nor none
hum a song about the stars
or astronomy lessons

Dwell in loving peace
share spiritual sustenance
imperfect mirage—
unbend, barefoot in its shade
languid afternoons, blessings.

Hearing poetry's grace
Echoes that laugh-lust-cry-love
relentlessly true.
Souls rapture joined - bestowed
kiss softly devastating.

A world awakes
in spaces of wonderment.
Slows worries until -
our eyes open: Surprise Splendors
Treating earth like a lover

Refining senses -
resilient beauty touched.

Submit your *2 line 5/7  challenging verses
then your *3 line 5/7/7 answering verses in a 'reaction' please

copyright© 2010 --- a renga written in collaboration with Marsha Singh, Aiden L K Riverstone, eileen ann bridget mcgreevy,  Del Maximo,  Jacqueline Ivascu,  Christopher Terry  Everson & ???
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DJ Thomas May 2010
This is awesome mate
She did not understand - the
artistry in you

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Dgmatic Cordiality
DJ Thomas May 2010
Awesome comment made
always stroking and patting
Critique most welcome

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Spite Akimbo
DJ Thomas May 2010
Long brown dream
her legs akimbo
apex flushed dark
arms bowed at hip
******* accusing
Breathless, the
******* seesaw
tight curls crown
angry beauty
teeth blaze hot
golden eyes
spit hate
spinning slowly left
proudly curved
bending exposed
face framed a
toppled heart
lips lick entice
three rising paces
the suite bar
long fingers reach
the glass held
waist high
pivoting back
all swift motion
a somersault roll
landing grinning
******* bouncing
a silent scream
lashes out blinding
red wine

All loves promises
tumbling bouncing emotion
an ****** spite

leaving me
naked rivoletto
sashed red
seeing blurred
ghostly negatives
of forever young
bouncing *******
I say “Goodbye
true love” to
the tall glass
on the bar
my coat and
open door
to the
clothe strewn

Clothed party act
a pint spinning somersault
quaffed down brim full
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DJ Thomas May 2010
At first light I made a gift of coffee
it’s aroma stirred just one long leg
I lifted her naked into the wet warmth
to bathe awake and wash long hair
carrying her towelled wrapped form
bowed lips now sip then fight me
as I dress her in jeans, socks and top
beauty made calm and simple

Drunk sad at her leaving party
keeping her warm I had let Lust sleep
now still lolling in grief for dark peace
my selfish need drags her ****** up
into light trapped by the green valley
walking on along its grass path
the canoed river spits past a-whirl
rediscovering the torn through pocket
her hand delves questioning
to withdraw unhurried, stroked
by a flicking fishing rod

Recovered now leading me
over the bridge above the Boat
then on up the steep valley side
we arrive at the Ostrich for beer
then to dine on fish in the open
feeding and sharing her lips
we consider audaciously
the little garden’s potential
she hums prayer murmurings
pleased by the moment

On into the nearby woods
high above the Kings trail
to slowly descend hedged paths
we return to the river valley
slipping between shop doors
lifting a book we idle along
a new couple enjoying life
taking tea under waterfalls
back  besides the Boat where
her beauty is now Queen

She leads me smiling by the hand
along both banks in the setting sun
till we near the Abbey's stone ribs
skipping around it's green shadows
a bank helps us to vault within

Fenced alone
ignoring distant figures
jeans and top colour
the darkening lawns
beckoning me closer
Lust now sits astride  
the grass and stone
an open ****** grin

A week only, no more
I am left alone in her bed
on this smaller island
she ashore in another
busy - separated by a day
we talk lovers spells
and write away our hopes

Three months and two days
a call ‘******* we were....
pregnant” her sacrifice ours
on a stainless alter of
that new god Career**

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