"oswald" poems
On the strings
Binding mortals together, you lay your dagger
And set apart,
The centre that holds us together…
You set
Our household in despair
And unending
Tears and sorrows, you fill our souls and hearts with...
You are...
Yes, a silent murderer, surely, you are:
You invade the joy that fills
The household of mortality and leave endless mourning songs on our tongues...
In your presence,
Where is the refuge of mortality?
In your eyes,
What is the value of mortality’s breath on this earth?
From nowhere
You have stepped your feet in our territory
Draining breaths
And raiding souls...alas, you plant the seed of fear in our hearts...
You fill
Our thoughts with forts of weary
And crush
Our hearts with dagger of fatality…
You set
Deafening quake and pains in our souls
And wane the survival
Of mankind on this shore with your arrival…
Ebola—
You, innocent faced murderer
Who has found
A niche in the home of strong-but-weak mortals...
Ebola,
Many you have set on that Voyage Of No Return¬¬—
Their wails, alas,
We hear in the silent night as their bloods smell on your arms…
You are
A scare to our existence
For life is death
And death is life with the arrival of your presence…
Ebola,
You’re but, a thief of souls...
Murderer!
Ebola, O’ yes, you are a silent ******
You are
The silent murderer reaping our souls and setting down our household—
You are the murderer
Yet, feared to be approached by even the 'mighties'…
You are
An unseen beast; you’re a barbaric stranger...
You are but,
A silent murderer in our home...
We wholly
Hate you from the depth of our souls—
Dark or white,
Ebola, yes, we truly all hate you!
Oswald Okaitei
(World Poetry Theatre Ambassador from Ghana Project)
From WHISPERS OF A HEART
(C) 2014
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
it is an ancient place,
oswald’s tree, the floor
bends, polished wood.
there was a wedding yesterday,
all kilted, the groom ate pie,
wore proper shoes with segs.
she showed me a cabinet, a spoon,
hand forged, old, beaten for sale.
i was travelling, a pretty
place, not good enough for some.
the bottle is crooked,
we left it
so.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Now there was a girl who's known as The Impossible Girl
Now the Doctor saw her though out all of time and space
When we first met her job was to be a governess
Now the mystery about her is why was she there though all of time
When the doctor goes to Trenzalore
We find out why she's known as The Impossible Girl
The mystery about her is that she was born to save the Doctor
We find out when she saids 'I'm Clara Oswald. I'm The Impossible Girl. I Was Born To Save The Doctor."
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 8:33 AM UTC
Clegg was a pushy ******
who never locked his door
pressed his friends forward for recognition
of their efforts.
Quietly in the background
Without telling
What he was doing
for them
never for himself
and in his selfless style
died poor
he had little interest in material possessions
gave most things away
and was smart enough to spend his last dollar
on his last day
©Gary Lewis 2009
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
My world came crashing to a stop
Thirty four years ago....on 8 December
I can tell you all just where I was
And I'm sure that you'll remember
I mourned the loss of a legend
I sat and cried for he who died
And like people the world over
Our emotions could not hide
Three years before, another
Died, but it didn't mean the same
He was found dead in his bathroom
A brand new image for his fame
I mourned the loss of a legend
One who died, but at what cost
He was a victim of his excess
I didn't feel the sense of loss
Two Men of peace in Sixty Eight
I was not yet seven at the time
Assassins changed the world we knew
It changed direction on a dime
The King of Camelot in waiting
His brothers shoes, this man would fill
But, for a bullett in Los Angeles
Would hit their mark and get the ****
The other man was destined
To die, because he had a dream
But he united those who heard him
It was a surreal as it did seem
Five years before in Dallas
A President brought down too soon
Was it a single snipers rifle
Or another on the knoll there in the gloom ?
For each of us, a moment,
When our world did change it's way
When we asked why did this happen ?
There was nothing left to say
Imagine or Remember
We all have that certain date
Be it November, or December
It was not ordained by fate
Lee Harvey Oswald, James Earl Ray
Sirhan Sirhan, Mark David Chapman
Elvis Presley, John F. Kennedy
Martin Luther King Jr, Robert F. Kennedy
John Lennon....ask which ones we should remember.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 8:33 PM UTC
Texas 1959, And today Out of Time
Oswald... The CIA Admits As Role Prime
To Play Lee Harvey... Until the Time
He could be used... And hid behind
The Asassination of Castro He Failed
Still Playing Him along... to their Avail
The Victim of the Ruse.....
Never Realised his Use..... in the End
They Plied him with *****
Hookers and Promises.....
Trips to Cuba and Secret Meetings
A Snipers Rifle with Desperate Leanings
Keeping him fed with Lies
The CIA Cast the Die
Feeling Let down by JFK that Day
Over the "Bay of Pigs"
His Truce they regarded For
A weakness that Moscow
Would Subvert Somehow
For the President Folded
Then Came that Fatal Texas Day
In 1963, Lee Harvey at the Depository
Smiling Waving JFK in a.....
White Lincoln Town Car Parade
The Shot Rang out where he sat
Blood splattered on Jackie's Pillbox Hat
Jack Ruby ready was Very Fast
To make sure the Truth Didn't Last
The CIA Made Numerous Omisions
Of Evidence to the Investigation Commision
Keeping it all Hid away, Till the CIA Historian
Opened the file of Lies, from the day.....
The President Died....................................
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
I dreamt I went to heaven;
(Or someplace, perhaps not there) ,
It surely was surreal.
I was somewhere in this vision,
For I certainly wasn't here.
In revelry I searched the crowd,
Saw countless faces shining.
Booth and Chapman smiled sublimely;
Oswald and Ruby discussed their crimes;
And Adolph and Idi were enjoying time..
Charlie and Earl began singing,
And Brutus danced out with his brothers.
And the legions were carousing,
I wept while browsing,
I didn't see her here.
Did I take the wrong path,
As dreamers often do;
And miss the gates of Paradise,
To go to Hell for you.
In the centre of this commotion,
Judas called me over
With his martyr's smile.
We joined with the others,
(Ones he knows as brothers) ,
And lead me to the One I sought.
I'm in heaven when I'm with her.
I roused myself,
Shook hard and long.
All the teachings we ingrained
On bent knees with hands inclined,
In prayer and subtle song,
Truly wronged us all along.
In death, I know, we leave behind
Our Hell-on-earth, and find,
Everlasting Peace-of-Mind.
.
Feb 13, 2023
Feb 13, 2023 at 7:22 AM UTC
Eliminate the grass roots-
Organize a hoard of guys
Abhorrent lies and black boots
Coordinate the insubordinate
Get on the floor and sit until
I fuckin' tell you to move
We're just walkin' on the borders of our own chalk outlines
Fear adhered to talkin' televisions are your confines
It doesn't even matter if we lie or if we tell the truth,
Remember Harvey Oswald and that cat John Wilkes Booth?
We maintain the power over every single hour of your life,
So smell the flowers while you can and try to find yourself a pretty wife.
We're just walkin' on the borders of our own chalk outlines
Fear adhered to talkin' televisions are your confines
Don't forget your Bible boy
Don't you print that libel boy
We'll sue your ****** *** until
You're livin' like a tribal boy
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
Jim socks and honestly
I bet
a bigger better bag
of eat
and oh maybe
I'll say excuse me
tonight
a la mode
and or load in the shorts
so the courts find me guilty
I'm filthy.
I'm famous for ****
**** me off
**** my hands
send me off
like a band of behemoths.
A squeamish man is-not-a-man
or a mammal
malice towards a camel
lake ocean
and babbling brook
Anne Frank handled it well
Academically
Flu epidemic. Lee
Harvey Oswald. Waldo
Donde estas?
Where's your dad?
Is he happy?
For you I'll adaptively choose to be tactical
Lisa is moaning
for you.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
From out the shadows
MAN emerges
••
(Who shall appear?)
•
Tiny urchin in rags
Crawling thru shadows
----
Thru the ILLUMINATI nightmare
•
•
Unto the WAR
••
In the high school brain washed dream
•
Man emerges
What appears
••
I remember all LOVERS
All I've known
••
••
They murdered JFK
But they also murdered OSWALD
And then RUBY
(& others too)
And these were great crimes and great tragedies in their own right
••
••
No one seems to mind
---
I saw a girl she was so scared her ******* refused to grow
•
From the shadows
YOU can see ME
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
It is not great men who change the world, but weak men in the hands of a great God...
Oswald Chambers
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
The assassination of President John F. Kennedy
To many this has always been an unsolved Mystery
JFK was shot in Dallas, Texas on the 22 of November
We are still mourning him, and will always remember
Abraham Zapruder had no idea what he'd be filming
Would be under scrutiny by the public for viewing
Some said the shots came from the grassy knoll
Where they came from no one will ever know
Jackie Kennedy in terrible shock, crawled out onto the limousine
She could not recall doing this, when the Secret Service Intervened
Walter Cronkite reported this shocking news to us in tears
And in all his years of work, he will forever be revered
Jackie in her blood stained suit stood beside Lyndon B. Johnson
When he took the oath of office to be next president of our nation
Oswald told the world that he was a patsy
Jack Ruby shooting him on TV was ghastly
Life Magazine chronicled the events
Filling each page with all JFK contents
To this day there still are reenactments and movies
And everyone like me still feels this is newsworthy
Published in the Crawfordsville, Indiana newspaper Nov. 2024
Copyright 2013
All Rights Reserved
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
The bittersweet harmonies of
Barber’s song of ruing
carry me back two score years
to that day I sat intent on the bench -
Barber’s accompaniment on the stand.
Ben Walker exploded into the room
“Have you heard about the president? ”
My blankness answered,
“Kennedy's been shot! ”
My stiffened fingers lifted from the keys.
Dread-filled I stammered,
“Will he be all right? ”
Unable to utter the words,
Ben shook his head.
Scenes flicker on our mindscreens
like scratched newsreels -
tears staining Bernstein’s face,
Eroica and Resurrection
weeping our televised agony,
Oswald doubled over Ruby’s bullets,
a toddler's unbearable salute.
Watching motorcade frames
repeat in slow motion,
we careen on rubber legs:
a nation’s heart shattered in Dallas.
The somber song plays on:
Housemans’s words
Joined with Barber’s melodies:
'With Rue my Heart is Laden.'
April, 2007
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
a wilted rose
two dried ponds
a noble peacemaker
a lost captain
a unspoken song
a single soldier Jones
two smiths of no relation
a single Oswald the mysterious nanny
i suppose in someway they break my heart even with two hearts i can't bear to say " i have to leave you " as the pain wont stop if i stand still so i move forward never stopping hoping i can save people too make up for the ones I've lost
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
These uni kids are smashing coke
Rolling up with daddies notes
Every night is a story to tell like an anecdote
Next morning flick to the camera roll
They make and change plans and go back on their word like a palindromes
Revealing photos of them carrying traffic cones holding them like their atlas stones
The lines they rehearsed were more insignificant than a cameo in a B part acting role
They just want some escape
So they take White that liberates
But find themselves stuck in a position like a casting mould
Anxiety takes control
Hands shaking like Lee Harvey Oswald gripping an optical scope panning towards the grassy knoll
Debauchery is gonna run up in these kids headspace and kick off the latch
Most of them mesmerised by the white stripes they start to believe a seven nation army couldn't hold them back.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
in Urdhva Dhanurasana
you can see your heels if
turn your head, also called
the upward bow, or, the
wheel pose.
Yesterday, the wind
blew me uphill when
I was trying to go down,
I've been trying to get
closer to myself, to
my heels, and too
often do I ask
the wrong
questions.
In a devotional by Oswald
Chambers he goes on to say
that god is unimpressed by
earnestness, so then what?
I reach for my heels.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
his death
shall always be
shrouded in a mystery
was there only one gunman
or did forces dark
employ their plan
the book repository holds
the key
and maybe
who else
had it in for Kennedy
not everyone
was enamored
with the President
and could have staged
his fatal accident
conspiracy theories
have an element of weight
to them
and shouldn't be dismissed
as implausible
who determined
Kennedy's fate
fifty years have elapsed
how quickly time flies
and the question
still remains
on many people's lips
did Oswald act alone
in bring about
the President's early demise
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Kennedy’s dead, Warne said.
Cole couldn’t comprehend.
The President? Jack you mean?
Things seemed simple then.
Now he knew the dark truth
Of how things fell into place.
Warne had lied about the facts,
Distorted matters; brought in
The Oswald myth and kept it
Going. Cole sips his *****
Looks across the city, wonders
How it will all pan out in the
End, whether truth will out.
The girl enters the room and
Sits beside him; half dressed
In simple reds, some foreign
Chick he'd picked up some weeks
Back, feeling lonely. She kisses
His cheek; simple thing kissing.
Something not there though;
Something missing. Kennedy’s
Dead, Warne had said. Cole
Remembers seeing that other
Photograph of Jack’s head part
Blown away. He sips his drink,
Feels the girl’s lips, wet and
Warm, remembers, forgets,
The Oswald myth, the lone
Shooter, blood on Jackie’s
Coat. The girl licks his ear,
Snakelike, worming the wet
Pointed end, another orifice
To explore. Jack’s gone; head
Blown apart; Warne passed
Away some years back, ******
Up heart. Cole sighs, the girl
Moves away, the ear wet with
Spittle; nothing matters now,
He muses darkly, or very little.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
I spoke to an old man on a dewy summer morning
We sat on a park bench under a spreading oak tree and he
Spoke of the space beneath his desk where he waited for the flash
And when Oswald grimaced in pain and
The joy of sniffing freshly printed mimeographs
And the shame of My Lai
How he helped his father pack his things when left as a boy
And when he wept at his dog’s last three breaths
He recalled the kindest person he’d ever met
And that he once had had faith
He said he remembered everything
And then he moved on.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
now the grass is mowed
with stripes. perfumed air
pervades the lanes, the corridors.
tell me tales of oswald.
crow bird proposed,
the ring returned..
perhaps his presence
was required?
one wonders if they asked
before they hung him
on the tree,
oswald's tree.
perfumed air
pervaids the lanes.
shropshire, such a pretty place.
sbm.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
He was the youngest man to ever be elected as a United States President and the first Roman Catholic President ever. He said "It's not what you can do for your country but what you can do for your country." He rode down the street in a open limousine car and in a New York Minute his life ended by a far away bullet. They rushed him to the hospital but it was to late he had died in his wives arm and the country went into mourning. His little son saluted him and his widow dressed in black. They say it was a conspiracy to place LBJ in his place. They blamed him on Lee Harvey Oswald but that was their escape goat. It was really the CIA who did not like him at all.
He is buried at Arlington Cemetery side by side with his brother Robert Kennedy who was also assassinated in LA in June of 1968.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
biggest leaves on the high street,
oswald’s tree. no one swept, bothered.
we hurried by seamlessly, or did we?
some of us looked, a few of us bothered.
some of us helped each other. it is
always a nice day in
oswestry.
sbm.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
Images tattooed in two dimensions:
Oswald's gutted fatal gape
Ruby's black hat (as seen from behind)
Black horror
in the sheriff's eyes.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC