Restless is Portugal

There is mayhem in Paradise
the citizens of Lisbon are tired of the bother
and street fighting, where knives are used by
migrants
Gang fights, robbery, and shop theft is a daily
Matter, the police work double shifts
Most of the incomers are from Pakistan and
Bangladesh, where Portugal once had a colony
The democratic socialists ask for calm
It was under their rules letting in people who
Have no work, congregate in the streets
harassing passers-by
A problem caused when a country takes in
too many migrants that  can’t be absorbed
into the population
it is not helpful when migrants
Are Islam followers demanding the right
to practice their Islamic faith
Portugal is a staunchly catholic country
her people are angry at migrants and politicians
Alike, those who sleep need to wake up before
It is too late to find a peaceful solution
The Jews in Lisbon marched also intimating
the knew a thing or two two
wishing the demonstrators peace and prosperity

Romantic feelings

If I were a horse
with an unsure bloodline
If you, on a summer’s day
when the field was green
stroked my flanks, gave me
a slice of bread
I would love you more than
The beautiful nurse
Who helped me with my socks
When I could not bend down

Greenland

The Vikings often fished for cod along the coast
We know as Greenland since they had noticed
Where the ice had thawed, green grass grew
Olav, the hairy, thought it would be a good idea
To bring cattle and women to herd cows
to the island and on the longboat where the Vikings
That had turned to fishing instead of pillaging
The coast of France thought this was a grand idea; furthermore, it was tiresome sitting in a boat without toilet facilities and not having a ***** to lighten the onerous life.
Bringing cattle to Greenland was a likable idea
From Hammerfest in Norway, a steady stream of
Viking families with cattle, women, and children
They began farming in the cove where the grass was
the greenest, life was busy
There was no interest in settling when the cows were fat
the women were pregnant, so they sailed back to Hammerfest and waited for the summer season; however, when the weather got cold again, the ice didn’t thaw
the place abandoned
What the Vikings didn’t know about Greenland was that Greenland had been tropical with palm trees and beautiful beaches, where only the rich at the time could afford to go
on a holiday, we know the sort dealing in precious stones
Now that ice is thawing again in Greenland and
Donald Trump has declared an interest in this neglected island the Greenlanders can look forward to a bright future.

Rich man’s blue

A problem when a person meets someone
seriously, they lose their logical sense when
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if we accept what he says
He makes mundane of going to Mars
we know his timeline is wrong
but what the heck, he foots the bill
I think of Elon Musk, who has become
the new Shreck role Putin had
But it didn’t sit well as old Putin looked cultural
Wear a nice tie and is a dog lover
His foray into German politics is brave and timely
the AfD can lift Germany out of the hole
she is in now and is making Germany strong again
As for his intemperate opinions about the UK
one can say they stirred up the reaction that
one thinks the British public was in favor of
if not the political leadership in that country.
We can ignore Elon Musj when he tramples
on our precious  dignity
like the Vatican, he has no army divisions.

gripe about lunch

After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food

A regular day

We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you see
The world fears economic power can strike like Typhon and flood our land.
A French shrug to that thinks an opinion is free
For all words are like the wind blows today, but
Will be quiet comes next day

The wish

The face on the mirror scoffs at me
I’m an illusion and cannot die
Yet, I see him late at night, watching
“a house on the prairie.” crying
Sentimental fool
Wishes he was me on a bright day
When the mirror is in the shade
as I leave the mirror whisper, why
can't you be like Elon Musk he is
only scared of his father

The Burden

He is so wealthy perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen full, of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized as many men before him that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power people listen when
A rich man voices his opinion, he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is on his way to acquiring
Powerful enemies on his journey to solve
the World’s myriad problems
I believe he is a good person at heart
has to learn business and politics collide
His to be wary of hangers-on who follow him
On his road, but will leave him quickly should
disaster strike
His colossal wealth is a burden, a certain
Tiredness on his face one can call depression
A slight irritation in his voice, why can we not
Understand him better

A great Day
This morning, although Monday has a jubilant
Feel, the wind is light, the winter sun warms
The balcony, as seen sitting inside looking out
This a day to remember running on a domestic
A farm landscape with a pair of dogs upsetting
The sheep see cows clumsily running without
The reason other than it is a beautiful day
 It is a day to remember that childhood was not
All misery and poverty
Yes, a day when the old man gets up from his
Chair and dance a tango with his youth