"olga" poems
Thirty six years after they last were held in pre-war Berlin
The games of the Olympiad were all set to begin
This time though, in Munich, set to host the sports worlds greatest show
It was the night before the opening, and all were set to go
August 26th, the games did start and all was going well
But ten days in, the world was shook, and Munich was now a hell
Where terrorists changed how the world would see these famous games
From that date on, The Olympic world, would never be the same
Mark Spitz, that year, set records as he won seven swimming golds
Olga Korbut, elfin princess, stole our hearts with moves so bold
Frank Shorter won the marathon for America, and he was German born
But, Munich's games are famous for the actions, that September morn
Close your eyes, remember back, if you are of the age
Remember those victorious, who were outstanding on that stage
Steve Prefontaine, he came up short, Lasse Viren, he did what he set to do
Think back now to that late summer day in nineteen seventy two
Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr
Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more
Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind,
Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find?
These men all were Olympians, judges, coaches, athletes, refs
September 5th is now famous, it's remembered for their deaths
They all should be remembered, for their lives, for why they came
They all reached the highest level, they had made it to The Games
Did they ever win a medal ? Would they ever get their glory?
They're remembered as a victim, unfortunately that's their story
It's 40 years on, London hosts, The IOC does not
Take a single minute, give these Olympians a thought
Now close your eyes again and think, could that happen once again
Could terrorists take Olympic lives, could they come and **** like then
Now if I repeat all the names I mentioned, you may not see their face
But, for one short shining moment, please put them in their earned space
Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr
Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more
Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind,
Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find?
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
*where are women really safe?
how is it that society-collect FAILS
as humanity stumbles yet again.. and again?
our lady-folk are not safe*..
Amaya-bai finds little comfort but in sibilant-twin
as no eye of sun nor ginoo laid eye on this binukot
Olga is the silent-saint; believes in charity at home
yet chaos ensues too easily - she is wronged and just gets.. lost in the system
Zandile fetches precious amanzi in her sun-soaked calabash
her vigilant-sister falls.. roving guerrilla-men from the river's edge
Michelle, la petite belle, survives the daily-grind via low-coin
tubes to Champs-Élysées as assistante-de-pharmacie
Aadita, from the outset at 15, dons a veil hiding ****** acid-burns
she has some relative-luck to escape sati later on
Amy with downtrod-heart, grabs the tram to downtown family
wearing dark glasses and gloves on rainy-day blues
Emiko graced (yet cursed) with beauty struggles with ancient-practice
despite the ban, silent-suffering lotus-gait in the tiny village
Aisha may be alive but not well from ethnic-marking tragedy
as irugu are outcast from all-too prevalent gishiri-cruelty
*might as well take a trip to Vladivostok
or be dumped in a sarcophagus
beneath the Pyramids
safer there*
S T - 27 sept 2013 - freitag
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie
Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda
Cate ran late on her first date
Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly
Edwina drove to the town of Catalina
Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan
Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen
Hope bought her husband a towing rope
Isobel fell under the magician's spell
Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan
Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie
Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley
Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia
Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell
Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga
Primrose had a Pinocchio nose
Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie
Ruth could never tell the whole truth
Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey
Tilly behavior was always rather silly
Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna
Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity
Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred
Xena was presented with a court subpoena
Yale told her teacher a tall tale
Zealand ventured out into the bushland
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
to A.
Mythical creature
Feather on fire
Half-bird, half-women
Born is desire
Fireworks of feelings
Awe and thrill
Heartbeat stopping wonder
Love and fear
Watching from distance
you can admire
How it flies closer
And then again higher
Don't try to catch it
Lock it in a cage
It will break free
Or else it will rage
After the storm pass
She will just smolder
Suffer in silence
Tired and older
If her fire is what you want to keep
Show her your love
True and deep
Tell her she can always fly
Just on her own
In the sky
That you will wait for her
Guarding her nest
Being the earth for her
When she needs rest
7.7.2019 Prague
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
BRIAN, YOU ARE STILL A LITTLE SHY BOY, BUDDY
YOU SEE MY DAD CLOSED THE DOOR SAYING
DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE TEASING, BE LIKE ME AND MUMMY
AND WENT BACK IN AND I FOLLOWED DAD AND HE SAID
ARE YOU GETTING TEASED, BRIAN , AND I SAID, I AM TEASING YOU
CAUSE DAD, YOUR NOT LIKE US, YOUR NOT LIKE US, YA NOT LIKE US
I AM A YOUNG DUDE, AND YOU ARE A GRUMPY OLD ****
AND DAD SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM, AND I SAID NEH, I AM STILL COOL, BUDDY
DAD SAID, COOL, WHY DO YA WANT TO BE COOL FOR, BE LIKE ME AND MUMMY
OR A SHY YOUNG DUDE, AND I SAID, YOU ARE FUCKEN SHY, DAD
AND DAD GOT UP AND SAID, GO TO YOUR BLINKEN ROOM YA LITTLE SHY BOY
AND IF WE HAD LOCKS, I WILL LOCK YOU IN, I SAID WHEN YOU DIE
YOU ARE LEARNING ABOUT HOW KIDS OF TODAY ACT
DAD SAID SHUT UP, YOUR STILL A LITTLE SHY BOY
AND RAN TO HIS SEAT, AND I FOLLOWED HIM SAYING, I AM STILL NOT LEAVING YOU ALONE DAD
AND DAD SAID, GO TO YOUR ROOM YA FOOL, YA FOOL
I SAID, HIT ME HERE IN THE FACE DADDY, AND HE SAID OK AND HIT ME SQUARE IN THE FACE
AND TRIED TO RUN TO HIS SEAT, AND I FOLLOWED HIM TO HIS SEAT
SAYING, I WANT TO BE COOL, AND HE SAID COOL WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE COOL FOR
GO AWAY FOOL, DAD, SAID, AND I STUCK MY FINGER UP AT DAD, AND HE SAID
DON;T GIVE ME THOSE RITCHARD HAND SIGNALS YA FOOL YOU FLAMING FOOL
AND I SHOWED DAD MY FINGER 199 TIMES, MY BROTHER DEFENDED DAD LIKE A MANS KID WOULD
AND I STARTED A BG ARGUMENT WITH DAD SAYING, I WAS TOO COOL FOR THIS FAMILY
HE SAID, GO AWAY YA FOOL, GO AWAY FOOL, GO FOR A WALK, YA NEED TO LET OFF STEAM
I SAID, NEH, I WANT TO HAVE MY SAY, DAD YOU NEED TO LIGHTEN UP
DAD SAID, GO TO YOUR ROOM, FOOL, GO TO YOUR ROOM, YA FOOL
AND I SAID, **** OFF AWAY FROM US YOUNG DUDES, BUDDY, YOU ARE AN OLD FUCKEN KODGER
DAD SAID, GO AWAY YA FOOL, AND WENT INTO THE KITCHEN TO WIPE UP
AND I REMEMBER FOLLOWING HIM, SAYING, LISTEN TO ME, DAD I AM NOT YOUR FAVOURITE SON AM IT
HE SAID, NO, NOT IF YOU CARRY ON LIKE THIS YOUR NOT, YOUR A LITTLE SHY BOY, BUDDY
I SAID, DAD I WANT TO STAB YOU IN THE BACK, DAD SAID WHERE’S THE KNIFE
THE BIG THING WAS, WHERE’S THE KNIFE, I DIDN’T WANT TO **** DAD, HE’S FAMILY
I WAS REALLY TEASING LIKE THE COOL YOUNG DUDES DID IN THE 1980s
WHEN DAD FINISHED THAT HE RAN STRAIGHT TO HIS CHAIR
AND I FOLLOWED HIM, SAYING, YOU ARE A STUPID FATHER
HE SAID, GO AWAY FOOL, GO AWAY FOOL, LEAVE ME ALONE BRIAN, I’M A FAMILY MAN
I SAID, I HAVE COOL MATES, I DON’T NEED YOU TO SAY, YOUR LIKE ME AND MUMMY BRIAN EVERY DAY
THEN I SAID I AM COOL, DAD, DAD SAID, COOL, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE COOL FOR
WELL, NOW DAD IS DEAD, I GOT MY CHANCE TO TELL DAD THAT I WAS BEING A KID
AND NOW IT’S DAD’S TURN TO BE ONE OF DAVID AND LISA CAMPBELL’S TWINS
PAIRED WITH ROBIN WILLIAMS, THEY ARE JUST LIKE EACH OTHER
DAD, IS SOON TO BE JIMMY BARNES’S GRANDCHILD WITH ROBIN WILLIAMS
TO JOIN OLGA CHICK
HAPPY NEXT LIFE, DAD
AND LET US DUDES BURN YA OLDIE OFF WITH METHANE, TO IMPROVE YOUR NEXT EARTH BODY
BOBYE BLINKEN DAD, YA FOOL, I AM ONLY JOKING, HA HA HA HA
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
N THE YEARS OF 1995 AND 2007, I WENT TO WORK AT
NORTHSOUTH COTRACTORS, AND I MET STEPHEN
VOLKS, AND HE WAS A VERY ENTHUIASTIC PERSON
ALWAYS WORKED HARD, DID THINGS HE SHOULDN’T DO
SOMETIMES, BUT STEVE VOLKS DIED AND HIS MOTHER
CRIED AT THE FUNERAL, AND STEVEN VOLKS HAS BEEN
REINCARNATED AS A CAT, LIVING NEXT DORR TO ME IN HAWKER
THE CATS NAME IS JADE, AND I LIKE JADE, AND JADE IS A REALLY
CUTE CAT, REMINDS ME OF VOLKI’S LAUGH AT NORTH SOUTH YA KNOW
I GOT ON WELL WITH VOLKI, AND NOW AS I SEE JADE ENTER MY
BALCONY, TRYING TO PULL MY SCREEN IN, YA SEE
YA SEE, AT LEAST STEVEN VOLKS, IS AT PEACE WITH BEN
MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR LOOKING AFTER IT WELL
YEAH AS JADE IS SEEN BY ME, I MUTTER TO MYSELF, HI VOLKI HOWS IT GOING
AND DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS, HAVE ENTERED THE ****** OF DAVID
AND LISA CAMPBELL AND LEO, WHO IS THEIR ELDEST BOY
WELL APPARENTLY HIS PREVIOUS LIFE WAS OLGA CHICK
AND I MADE SURE THAT DAD BROUGHT HIS AFTER LIFE TOYBOY ROBIN WILLIAMS
TO MEET WITH OLGA CHICK, YA SEE, THIS IS A PLOY TO BRING OLGA
TO DAD, OLGA WAS A WORKER AT VINNIES LIKE ME
AND SHE WORKED IN A BIG CAFETERIA, ONCE, AND
AFTER SHE DIED, AND SHE WAS A LOVELY LADY, A REALLY LOVELY LADY
AND SHE BECAME THE FIRST BORN OF DAVID AND LISA CAMPBELL
OLGA IS NOW LEO CAMPBELL, AND LEO IS GETTING TWIN SIBLINGS
DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS, REINCARNATIONS AS I WANTED DAD TO MEET OLGA
SHE IS SUPER NICE, AND I WANT DAVID LISA LEO TO MEET DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS SO THEIR SPIRITS DON’T STRAY
LIKE I DID, AND MANY OTHERS DID
I BELIEVE OLGA IS LEO CAMPBELL CAUSE I AM A BUDDHIST
AND STEVEN VOLKS IS JADE CAUSE I AM A BUDDHIST
STEVEN WANTS TO BE JADE, SO HE CAN CURE HIS SOUL FROM MENTAL BREAKDOWNS
OLGA AND STEVE, UMMMMMM, LEO AND JADE UMMMMM
UMMMMMM OLGA IS LEO, UMMMMMM STEVEN VOLKS IS JADE
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Palembang, 19 Juni 2012
Oh Tuhan, siapakah dia?
Laki-laki yang rendah hati
Garis senyumnya selalu terlukis di bibir
Amat mulia hatinya membantu orang lain
Sentuhan hatinya terjatuh di pipi
Yang berbentuk air mata suci
Amal ibadahnya pastilah tinggi
Putra Adam yang sangat rendah hati
Utamakan orang lain daripada diri sendiri
Tak kenal siapa yang ia kasihi
Rasa sayang dicurahkannya setiap hari
Allah menciptakannya sebagai penolong di Bumi
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
I didn’t toss the ball
With Pop at six
I didn’t hunt or fish
At green sixteen
I didn’t learn
To fix my car
At twenty
I didn’t grow up
Knowing how to fight
I taught my father
How to shoot a basketball
I taught him
What a balk is
From a walk
I showed him
Greenwich Village
And to fight without fighting
And the chili that makes
The loudest ****
And he taught me whiskey
And the best tobacco
How to shave
My face
And not appear so young
He showed me Spain,
Bullfighting,
And Picasso,
And the cheapest food
In Mexico
We shared our pride
Our books
And being always stubborn
About the things
We cared
The most about
We shared a car
Sometimes
And all our music
And the way we hoard things
That we buy
We fought
And fiercely
Over his prejudice;
His hurting mom;
My attitude;
The way he always worshipped
Reagan
And whether Olga
Was an ugly name.
Sometimes I’d write things
And he wouldn’t get them
Sometimes I’d write things
That he didn’t like
And then he’d tell me
They were ok, but
On his face was anguish
At what I had done
My father taught me
How to be a real man
He showed me laughter,
How to be a friend;
He made me realize
How to mold my values
From the things I learned
And not the things
He said
My father told me
When I was a baby
To call him Aita
Because he was Basque
And to this day
That’s still his name
To me
My sisters
And my dad
Now, Aita’s sick
Sometimes
Sometimes he’s wrong
Sometimes he’s flawed
A child—
One more of Mom’s
But every day
We spend
Together
I am more proud
To be
His son.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC
Startoucher says things like 'thanks man',
Vic says 'roller-coasters are fun',
D.E offers wisdom and hope for us all,
Destiny speaks to us in rhythm and rhyme,
Donie could win the Triple Crown,
Unknown follows me,
Even if I'm not around,
Bala is the father I wish I had,
Vircapio Gale is a love unfound,
Shaqila incites a riot in me,
Francisco DH is a poet unbound,
Destiny scares me, so touches the heart,
P.G is awesome with opinions that smart,
Olga V. Is the first one I followed,
'I cannot hurt if I don't know
tomorrow',
If anyone is missed,
It is not by intent,
For all have provided,
My soul nourishment,
So I can say,
I grieve in that sorrow,
As all of you've said,
I don't lend,
I just borrow.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
For Anastasia
*Give patience, Lord, to us Thy children
In these dark, stormy days to bear
The persecution of our people,
The torture falling to our share.
--
When we are plundered and insulted
In days of mutinous unrest
We turn for help to thee, Christ-Saviour,
That we may stand the bitter test.
-Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna Romanov*
Weakened by the revolutionists,
they lived their last days out simply.
Cold borscht and cabbage rolls.
The family was herded to the slaughter house.
Precious jewels and ikons sewn into their clothing,
Give strength, Just God, to us who need it.
The baby boy was butchered like a suckling piglet.
Low ceilings and dim light made it hard
to take aim and fire. Tears and prayers collided
with bullets and blood, spattered on the walls.
A thick cloud of smoke and plaster settled
upon a dynasty dead.
She raised herself from the dead,
Clawing, moaning, screaming,
stifled by blood--
Then disappeared, falling into
the abyss of immortality.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 5:56 PM UTC
MY DAD WHISKED ROBIN WILLIAMS OVER THE CLOUD 9, TO BE HIS TWIN BROTHER
OR WITH THE HELP OF CRONUS AND BUDDHA, YOU SEE AS SOON AS ROBIN WILLIAMS DIED
CRONUS, AND BUDDHA, PUT DAD ON CLOUD 9, TO CALM THE SOULD OF DEAD ROBIN WILLIAMS
YOU SEE, BUDDHA AND CRONUS, HAVE BEEN WORKING HARD TOGETHER TO GET ROBIN WILLIAMS
INTO LISA CAMPBELL’S ****** I KNOW THEY WERE EXPECTING TWINS ANYWAY, AND BUDDHA
MADE ROBIN WILLIAMS DIE IN AUGUST TO GROW THE FETUS INSIDE, DAD, IS THE MIGHTIER TWIN
CAUSE, HIS SOULD WAS ALREADY THERE, BUT IN AUGUST, AS I TOLD YOU, ROBIN WILLIAMS DIED
TO GROW HIS SOUL INTO LISA CAMPBELL’S OTHER TWIN, I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE LISA CAMPBELL
FEEL BAD, ACTUALLY I PREFER HER AND DAVID NOT TO BE FACEBOOK FRIENDS WITH ME,
I PREFER THIS TO BE KEPT OUT OF THEIR FAMILY, BECAUSE, I AM JUST EXPLAINING ROBIN WILLIAMS’S
ROLE IN THE ****** DAD IS ONLY MIGHTIER, BECAUSE HE WAS THE FIRST ONE DIED, AND
I DON’T BELIEVE, THAT BOTH SOULS HAVE TO BE THERE AT BIRTH, BUT BUDDHA IS LIKE THE CHRISTIAN GOD
HE CAN’T PRE EXPLAIN ANYTHING, AND ME, WELL I MADE SURE THAT DAD HAD ROBIN WILLIAMS SOUL
FOR BEING NICE TO ME, BY BEING A FATHER AND GOING TO MY CHRISTMAS PARTIES WITH MY MUM AND DAD
AND ANOTHER THING, DAD IS GIVEN THIS CREDIT, FOR NOT KICKING ME OUT, WHEN I WAS A DRUNKEN LOUT
YOU SEE THIS IS THE BEST PLACE FOR DAD, DAVID CAMPBELL MORNINGS, JIMMY BARNES GRANDDADDY
AND MY OLD FRIEND OLGA CHICK, FROM VINNIES IN SOUL LEO AND OTHER TWIN AFTER DEATH ROBIN WILLIAMS
SOULD GRADUALLY ENTERED OTHER TWIN AFTER BUDDHA KILLED HIM
BUDDHA WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS, BUT IT’S BEEN DONE NOW, ONLY COMPLICATIONS CAN STOP IT
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
How odd you look, Madame Olga
with that ridiculous turban
wrapped around your graying head
and that careless slash of red lipstick
that does nothing for you
(unless you're channeling Lucille Ball)
The truth is you're stuck here,
Madame Olga,
in your tiny, seedy parlor
with its stained floral wallpaper and
dim lighting from a feeble lamp
Do you find your "client" vulnerable
today, Madame Olga,
a lonely widow waiting nervously
for you to speak,
waiting for you to tell her about a
tall, dark, handsome stranger
coming into her life,
a man residing in an unnamed
wonderland, a savior eager to
share his vast fortune with her?
You ask her to come back tomorrow
after she cleans out her savings account
and pawns her QVC jewelry collection
It will be then when you plan to take
her money and regale her with
prayers, chants, incantations,
when you attempt to dazzle and
divert her and make her money
vanish like the proverbial rabbit
in an old-time magic show
But I have to question your fading
psychic power, Madame Olga
You seem NOT to know intuitively
that your creation of her mythical lover
and his nonexistent wonderland is
headed for extinction once the hidden
wire she's wearing performs
its own
inimitable
trick
Abracadabra indeed!
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
She wrote words that spoke to me
Of ticking clocks and bells that ring
And pretty dances and ladies that sing
All that I read of
Her scribbling pen etched life's tapestries
Showing off her mastery
Of wonders and those left wondering
Her pencil etching on
And clouds would pass and candles burn
Just to light and see and learn
The words and stories she did earn
And tell the world of as well as me
And how her words did captivate
Dewing eyes and raised heart rates
And time and pencil wrote of love and hate
And stories... oh, they were told...
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
I came to your hometown team
inserted in hallucinatory dreams
inspired sweaty with fused realms
Is it real that you stole Mona Lisa?
At the heart of Louvre in 1911
Is it true that you sneaked her?
was it for a muse or a lover to use?
She would have viewed you sideways
then make love to you at the coffee table
Her beauty enthralled yours in entirely
blending on easel with pencil onto a canvas
Her palate would have swooned your palette
Her very kiss would have paralyzed in ecstasy
abducting your perpendicular in angular zones
Then you framed it on Guillaume Appollinaire
The poet play wright whom face you just forgot
under the oath, in the sweet name of freeing art
from the prisons of extortionate museums fixtures
the same exhibitions holding your name and fame
charging fees for a walk around the rhythm of art
a melody not each an every artist will be granted
You made the goddesses and then reduced them to dust
Fernanda soothed the childhood nightmares to lust
Olga the ballerina whom you couldn't share the assets
Marie-Therese the 17year old who hang herself to death
Dora Maar who fought so hard to get your affection
Francoise who left law school for your immortalisation
Jacqueline your passion who you wooed with a dove
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
HI DUDES
I HAVE JUST HEARD THAT MY DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS HAVE ENTERED THEIR
NEW LIVES, YOU SEE DAD WHO IS ELIZABETH CAMPBELL AND WIILIAM CAMPBELL
IS ROBIN WILLIAMS, YOU SEE LAST NIGHT, WAS A GREAT DAY FOR DAD, BECAUSE
I GOT A KEG OF METHANE, AND THREW ALL THE OLD FOGIE OUT OF DAD
BUT I THINK MY BROTHER AND AUNTY DAPHNE, CAME UP, TO TAKE THE GUY
OUT OF DAD, AS WELL, YA SEE, ROBIN WILLIAMS, WAS THE COOL ONE
AND DAD DID SAY, THAT MEN AND WOMEN ARE EQUAL, ANYWAY, I THINK MEN
AND WOMEN ARE EQUAL TOO, AND I WANTED DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS TO LEAVE
LISA’S ****** AND START A NEW LIFE, ON EARTH, IN THE CAMPBELL’S HOUSEHOLD
AND FOR A WHILE I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH DADS, WORRYING, BUT THERE IS NOTHING
WRONG WITH LOSING YOUR MAN, DAD, YOU WERE A BUSHWALKER, YOU CAN STILL DO THAT
YOU CAN PLAY TENNIS, OR TOUCH FOOTY, NO GIRLS DO MORE IN THIS DAY AND AGE
THAN THEY DID IN MY DAY, OR YOUR DAY, SHOULD I SAY
NOW, I WANT OLGA,. TO MAKE YOU FEEL COOL, YOU ARE THE ONLY GIRL WITH TWO BROTHERS
IT’LL BE A BUMPY ROAD FOR YOU DAD, BUT DON’T FORGET, WE HAVE THE COSMOS DAD
SO I CAN PERFORM AND TIP METHANE, IF YOU TEASE LIKE THE KIDS, REMEMBER
YOUR LAST LIFE, HATED KIDS SPEECH, REMEMBER YOUR OLD STYLE, YOU NEED TO
BE CREATIVE DAD, I LOVE YOU, BUT I THINK, YOU ARE BACK IN THE WORLD AGAIN
AND DAD, YOUR STILL AUSTRALIAN, EVEN YOUR STILL A NSW KID
LIVING IN SYDNEY, COOL WHEN YOU COME TO THINK OF IT, HEY
I WILL MEET YOU WHEN I AM FAMOUS
IT’S MY CRONUS POWERS, MAKING ME KEEP TRACK, OK
KEEP ME POSTED, YOUR COSMIC SON JG BROWN
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
*She was my best friend,
but now lost in time.
I still remember blond braid
and first kiss, dear Olga.*
Тадеус
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
You are most definitely
no muse to
one of Picasso's
paintings.
You are most definitely not:
Fernande
Eva
Olga
Marie
Dora
Francoise
Genevieve
or
Jacqueline!
I am most definitely
not a painter
but a
poet 'El Poeta'
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
I could have picked you...
Even in uncountable small stones in the streets,
I'd look for your color,
your purity,
your dust...
In every little flaw that schemes your figure,
I'd find a reason to love it wholly,
In the core of that iris,
I'd stare in close,
closer and closer,
till I lose myself deep,
deeper and deeper...
~Olga Divine
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
My muse has abandoned me
****** because I called her my muse
She was a jumble of words on a canvas of light
Without her flattering words to guide
I've lost ambition, will and drive
I'm nothing left to my own devise
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Poet after poet
written July 10th, 2021
Day by day, and poem by poem
my home and my life
fill with friends and lovers
who took the time to write to me
through the years and distances.
Jane Kenyon sits
on the corner of
my dining room table
a pool of calm
for me to dip into
anytime I need.
113 poets (I counted)
from Copper Canyon Press
are in residence between the covers
of The Gift of Tongues.
They enliven the desk where I write
always falling into respectable order
when I peak in before writing.
Mary Oliver, Pablo Neruda
Olga Broumas, W S Merwin
and other dear friends
sit on my shelves
sometimes amiably discussing
other times heatedly debating
each other's sock choices.
George Bilgere, Ellen Bass
and Gregory Orr
have seduced me
filling me with awe
as they stimulate my mind
my lovers far away
who talk to me in chapbooks.
Poet after poet
I wonder how many
I have not met
because I have not found them yet
or they were not preserved or published.
I bow my head
in a moment of grateful silence
to those known and unknown
who make my world
a more lively place.
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
Devastation here, my Captain, is the way it’s come to be
With preoccupation’s warfare dealt in graphic brevity,
Where ****** **** torture and destruction are the norm
And where God, King and country, are expected to conform….
Where chaos is the lynchpin now and hopelessness the key
With mankind’s descent to anarchy, supposedly, protecting me,
Whence it all becomes miasma as cold reason flees the room
And numb panic thumbs the button here, engaging nuclear doom.
Marshalg
12 December 2015
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Alfred out fishing
Alfred the pianist, who insists he is not my father,
And I went out fishing, we caught a few and when I gutted one of them
We discovered a ring which Alfred said he had given to my mother Olga in Ankara
before the war. It was an expensive ring –
Gold was cheap back then- and it fitted his middle finger.
We didn't feel like eating fish after that, and I gave them to an elderly seal
resting on a sandbank, it lived on what other seals gave it.
When my father Alfred was very old he gave me a ring I to give Olga
my mother who refused to believe I was her son, she had never
seen the ring before and refused to take it, so I gave it back to the sea
and the forgotten tragedy of someone drowning alone; mind it is
rare that someone holds the hand of the ones who drowns.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
Olga the ostrich and
Cedric the lamb
Naive innocence and
Head in the sand
Evil
Never seen, never heard and never spoken
Interests unquestioned
Illusions unbroken
Tolerate
Dont discriminate "beware theorising"
The warnings were heeded
Resisted surmising
Cedric herded to slaughter
Olga safe in her cage
Medicine in the water
That will mute the outrage
Cedric sees what's ahead now
Olga's cage welded closed
Slave incumbant got here how?
That's just life, I suppose.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC
I am not an angry woman
Though you try to make me so
I’m scrupulous. And sentient
And more than you’ll ever know.
I realise now, I don’t know you either
Not your song, only what you show
I don’t know your passions or your vices
Or what thoughts, through you, flow.
Thus, in that living equinox,
On that line in the sand,
Between all of me and all of you
We make our momentary stand.
You can have me as I choose
I won’t be carved by your hand.
So, look not, oh stranger, for my rage
For such a thing is but infernal
Instead, find in me an endless love
For I am Olga and I am, Eternal.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 5:46 AM UTC
This is the end
I am done playing pretend
I will lay this out so you understand that you caused me a dent.
I wanted to support you til the end
I gave you my heart with no strings attached
All you did is take my heart and rip it to pieces
You shout at me as if I am another man who is worthless as hell
You put other people above me although you tell me you are my best friend
I am done believing a story that you tell but never prove it at the end
You told me something that no one has ever said you said you would never change even if it ment I leave
Have you thought once what that means
Do I mean anything or am I just some one to use as a mop to clean
Anyways Olga this is something I say to you as a goodbye to you
I wanted you like the flower needs the water to live
You used my love to break me down
As I see you for the last time I want to say I wanted you to be with me for the rest of my life.
But now I feel we should part away and live our seprate ways.
As you will never change and I wouldn't bare getting hurt again
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC