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Poetry to end poverty

A collection of poetry contributed by people				Whisper-
who believe in our idea to end poverty
forever. This idea can be found on				In, out, the soft tide of warm air

Please note that the views expressed by these				I feel the strength of hope and lies
poets do not necessarily represent the views
of the 'Four Walls for Freedom Campaign'. We				Inside my mouth as the word dies
support free speech and have thus not edited
any of them.				The heart, the soul, it needs a scriptwriter

You may redistribute this collection of poems				In agony I wonder if I can be a fighter
as long as you do not change or edit it
(including the introduction). Feel free to				Two people sit together and tell nothing to
tell people about our idea to end poverty or				each other
come up with your own idea that works even
better.				Yet these nothings are short aspirations, of
				what they could be together
Here's our idea to end poverty in short:
				The hills, the trees, the lines of clouds,
0.5% tax on foreign exchange transactions				the heather
worldwide, raising over Â£1 trillion per
year.				The world is perfect, the sun, the holy
				weather
Employ most of the poor people in developing
countries with this money to build houses and				Can I muse or amuse and not lose
related infrastructure for themselves.
These houses would be given free to the poor.				Is this poem a great big ruse

The stimulus of the Â£1 trillion per year				Whose poem is this, whose
to developing countries kick starts their
economies and makes the price of houses start				Can you really choose
to rise.
				The meanings that come from sentences
As the house price goes up, the poor become
rich.				Are like a jail with walls as tenses

There are numerous processes that would go				Envelope yourself, cover your senses
into effect and quite a bit of theoretical
reasoning why this would work. Find out more				In a war on tremours of the soul, you sitting
and join us on our website,				in the trenches.

Poetry Collection				Politicspolitics is theatreas all the worlds
				a playbut war is politics by other meansas
Untitled				Clausewitz would sayso what is the theatre of
				war?
In summer you force yourselves
				WAR and peacethe world was born of peaceit's
Upon us. All about a wild				creator rested after the effort of making
				itbut now all that has ceasedand the earth
Haze of leaning lust and				has gone to shitbombs rail overhead and
				underneaththe suicide killer, the USA
Afrodisiae. Pollen smudged bark				daisycutter comes down from the planeis this
				the answer?verse becomes teaseand i would
And pungent air, soft little				prefer curry with peasfor the terse verse is
				in reverseand bin laden's messages ring
Tendrils and ravishing hair;				overhead like cluster bombskilling has become
				normaland the creator would be cryingon his
An old master's palette upon				cross, on his crescent, in the Buddha poseand
				sit alone and be all a sighingfor with war we
Which I idly do stare. The gnarled roots				only losebut there is a glimmer of hopefor
				war must always endit just depends when.
They thrive, their branches
				Plathos
Cleave cleansed air whilst
				The kitchen bladewill snicker snack
I just sit here watching
				My puny wrist
From someones old chair.
				A moments sharp pain
A wanton cornucopia of
				Will end
Sublime delights
				In eternal bliss.
I know I feel yer
				These are the thoughts
And I'll miss these long nights
				These are the feelings
Your sound is your scent
				That hiss hiss hiss.
Your touch won't relent
				The little jellies
Your vision for one person
				Will slide and slip
Only is meant.
				Down down down
Divorcei walked into an empty housea void of
a room, a place of marriage doomfor immortal				My rabid throat
love here had been dousedthe thread of
conversation from a broken loomon the table				And a few gargled swills
was a picture brass frame housedof a happy
bride, a poignant groomtheir faces did not				Will end all ills.
foretell the breakdown rousedof divorce found
ever too soonon the bedroom dresser lay a				These are the cravings
broken wedding dressand dead flowers wilted
in a vase of oily cessthe place was a jilted				These are the ravings
messand all there was lessher name was
Tessthat's all				That kill kill kill.

Untitled				The bridge is near

Does a butterfly				The bridge is far

Recall imago				What is in between

And pupae				Lefty still unseen?

Just like yesterday?				The cliff is high

A frog fantasiseflippantly about				The trough is low

Old spawn and it's				Where am I?

First murky dawn?				I do not know

A dog pine				Now where I'll be

The dull bark				When I choose to go.

Of a log it pissed				Just drawing you

Upon yesterday?				Just drawing you

A swan it's shell				Brought you soaring

Long dissolved				Back so strikingly

And disseminated				To my starving memory

Down the river?				Reciting and recycling

I doubt it but				In lines linked times

I wonder because				Refined and defined

The blackbird sings				A little of you here and there

The same song				Lips open..lips closed

Dusk after dusk				An eybrow...a nose

From fermenting husk				Lashes and lashes

To dissolving rust.				Dots and dashes

World Views				Hair parting

World Views and language games				Falling, and meeting

They made a society go up in flames				Those eyes flashing

The tragedy of warring nations				Flinging feelings

A worrying and troubling destination				An expression

Like a pop song they had no weight				An obsession

Like an astronaut atop the moon				Craving those eyes

They came with bombs and hate				So crazy really

And bring our lives to an end soon				In all seriousness

But what is the reason for a culture going to				So ridiculous
war
				No need for all that.
Is it the hurt, the anger that makes them
sore				What we had.

Is the idea of them and us a truth to be told				What we had was difficult.

Or is it that our lives have for oil been				Trying to explore each other,
sold
				Trying to guess, and second guess,
The vagaries and superfluous lies of the
politician				One another's needs.

Are matched by fundamentalism and				To short a time to get under the skin,
superstition
				Still trying to impress each other,
Yet there is no hope without a lasting
solution				Even now, on the phone,

There is no silver bullet or salving lotion				Seven thousand miles away.

Football				The banality of relations is astonishing,

The football craze begins to stir				Maneourves in the dark,

The players dodge and turn to be a lure				Breaking cover, hiding again.

We must win in this world war 2006				Trying to conjure the other.

All our troubles it will fix				Why does it always have to be this way?

Football, football, football, football				Is fear of rejection so intense?

They come short and tall				What is it about the fear of loss,

To the field of play that represents a				That drives people to such extremes.
world's events
				There has to be another way.
To the leaders this submission is heaven sent
				To revel in another's affection,
There is no scene of greater love
				Building a story together,
No romantic film that can bind men as one
				Rather than playing an opponents alone.
Than a primate fight that takes one's sight
				If she 'wins' this game then fair enough,
And elevates those who are not bright
				She is more beautiful and intelligent than
Lines written upon Brixton Hill				me,

Are empty,				To not conform to anyone else's bequest,

Without sound				And just enjoy creation, that's my goal.

Effects.				Given up on these power games.

So as				I was being murdered anyway.

I write.				To live a life where to give,

I listen				Is appreciated, by both parties.

To the swirl				These are the qualities I want to explore.

Of sirens				In myself and another.

And blue flashes				She Said

That ignite				She said

The streets below				'You have so much angst, it's really
				unattractive.'
Where hooded
				She's right,
Shadows lope
				Angst is really crap.
And shape shift
				It makes a person look weak,
Along littered pavements
				Scared.
Heckled by whores
				Maybe,
Who loiter provocatively
				A couple of photo's of her,
In patent leather
				Our on my computer at work,
Their bruised flesh
				Looking at them brings on this strong fuzzy
Exposed at the height				glow,

Of winter.				Where's the angst come in?

I like it				The love for this woman,

Up here				Which wells up in my stomach,

In my box;				Burning through my body,

My window's Eye;				Leaving me ravished,

A pinhole camera				Blushing at the nakedness,

That catches all				Of the desire.

That goes by				Why then angst?

Like an insomniac's				Conquer the fear,

Nightmare.				What then?

Certain Songs Ring Bells				New fear?

Certain songs ring bells				What is the fear saying?

"We are together"				Is it just a highly developed sense?

Disperse lingering hells				Absorbing shock

"All people unite"				Before

Bring water up from dry wells				During

"Let love grow"				After

This song a story tells				She finds it unattractive.

"Stay together........."				Am I offended?

For we are forever				No.

Ignorant of time				Angst is Crap

A moment never				There was a time,

Wasted for				When presentation of perfection,

What is yours				Or at least an interpretation

Is mine				There of.

And together we shine, shine, shine.				Mattered

"We are together"				She talks about her ex boyfriends.

Hopefully forever				Should have said something before,

"All people unite"				But didn't know how,

Today and tonight				Wanted to be strong,

"Let love grow"				Wanted to ask her,

So that we'll				If it's always like this at the start.

"Stay together".				Laying the groundwork for the end.

For we are forever, forever				Paul

Aware of what				Martyn

Is yours and				Feels like her attention,

What is mine				Likes to wander off of me,

Whilst constantly ignoring				Like we are never alone.

The give way sign				Great sex

Yet somehow together				Bad sex

We shine, shine, shine.				Dirty sex

Lust				What about our sex?

Lust, it is loves neighbour,but it does not				What would you like to do?
covet its neighbor's goods.
				With you?
Lust, it is an unrelenting tidein and out, a
man's labour.				To you?

As birds do come and go				Can we talk about that?

Flying then roosting				If not, why not?

As the sun begins its journey and ends, so				I'd just like her to show me,

Lust is never sated with a feasting.				To waltz in the realms of ecstasy

The moon yawns high above, as below,				Not lead this elaborate dance

In the boat of the lovers it does row,				Of

Yet comes lust like ivy, enveloping slow-				20

And intertwined they fail to each other know.				30

Carrion clawing vulture, is lust to the				40
Christian
				Questions,
Yet others in the East, see lust as a hopeful
bastion				Feels like your best times were in the past.

War is created by lust -				With men you loved for years

In this surely we can trust.				I can't compete with their attention,

Whilst drowning I become a fish				After but a few months.

Eyes open-				If angst is crap, then I have,

External,				Unfortunately,

Physical,				A crap side of me.

Reality shapes....				It's there,

Emotion.				Human,

Eyes closed-				Work with it,

Inverted;				May not ever go away,

A disguise				But it will never consume

As emotion				The beauty you see.

Shapes a reality....				Which is the point

Somewhere else,				Yet with her, more is the word,

But not				More than a fantasy,

Elsewhere.				More than an intellectual game.

Alone but				If she so completely hates this,

Not tearing				She should walk away,

Out my hair....				Under tiredness

As subtle shades				Stress

Replace				Duress

Slick shadows....				I crack

Shed the straight jacket				Mood nose-dives

And leap free.				Light sucked out of my soul.

Whilst drowning				Will go through many evenings

I become fish...				If she walks,

Water swills				Being

Around my new				Tired,

Found gills.				Emotional,

Weighed down				Hurt.

By the liquid				Yet while I would walk over hot coals for
				her,
That fills
				Take the force of the knocks she gets,
My aqualungs
				Sympathise
I free fall
				Empathise
Front crawl
				Be strong, calm, wise, positive.
And merge with
				Talk 'till dawn if that's what she needs,
The cyclone squall...
				(For my soul aches when I see her
Fathoming new				distressed,)

Depths of				That's some commitment,

Free forming dna				If she can't live with a little weakness,

That belongs				Perhaps leaving is best.

To a time				One Night Stand

That knows				I woke that morning with her,

No day.				The hazy fascination with her soul,

Gut wrenching hell				Seemed to belong in another realm.

Gut wrenching hell				The carnal actuality of the situation,

Stomach churning				Like a sirocco scorched my mind,

Like a church bell				The hot sand it carried covered our bodies,

Crazily messed brain				Giving a warmth that painfully, yet
				fundamentally,
Ideas jangling
				Belonged with the dirt on the ground.
Like a possessed bunch of keys
				Like a desert flower wilting in the sun,
Sick sick senses
				Longing for the sensuous rain,
Depraved and concave
				Wilts and dies on it's own,
Prone and prostrate
				Leaving little but a sad corpse,
All tenses rave and frustrate
				As evidence of its desire and hope.
Ego marooned and becalmed
				And I, as I luxuriate in delicious rain,
On the fringe of a mendacious storm
				Know that the drought.
Your rules have shattered any norm
				Is but an hour away.
Raw sensation sensuously balmed
				I have no need of her, indeed,
In your bliss.
				Such a thought terrifies my very being,
You slowly take over with a hiss hiss hiss.
				Yet in these precious minutes of luxury,
You said
				Touching her eyes with mine,
You said, "Have I done something wrong?"
				Running my hands across her chest,
"No"
				Dancing in its purest form,
We are just ordinary people
				Reaching out across the void existence.
In a crazy circumstance
				And having the void kiss me back.
With a need to circumspect
				If that's all she is,
No need, as of yet,
				A refection of the void, right here right
For any mutual respect				now,

Who knows......perchance...				The flower will die, its soul galvanised

One day our lives may meet properly				To rise again in divine precipitation.

And then we may dissect				But the thought that's dying right now,

These petty, negative feelings				Is that I long to Dance with her soul,

And superimpose positive healings;				And have her soul kiss me back.

God willing,				You asked if Philosophers should be
				politicians
No tears;
				You asked if Philosophers should be
Just lovely, natural, feelings				politicians,

Oh how I suppose and hope so;				I said no,

Just like the flower longs				Gandhi was a lawyer,

To grow and grow				Used the law

Before the hoe				Kicked a corrosive superpower,

Sheers its subterranean seed in two.				Out of his homeland,

Shelley's mirror				Then declined to be its leader.

Isis wed mercuriousand all was wellthe world				Blair is a Lawyer,
became clearas Shelley's mirror would tellthe
love that holds togetherthe atoms of the				Had an Illegal war.
bodyis a knotted plotto get the world
readybeyond the ken of mortal manbut within				Didn't give a F**k about the law.
the eyes of mortal womanis the spirit that
talksthe anima of Jungit sings a musely song.				He just loves being in charge.

Lust again				If leaders are philosophers,

Lust, Lust Lust,				They'd only wreak the truth,

It's such a bitch,				Twist it,

Damp tortuous nights nights dreaming,				Change it,

About some girl who's actually a witch.				For good and bad.

Lust Lust Lust,				Politics is the art of the possible,

It's all a bit Sh!t				Therein lies the beauty.

Endless mental energy spent,				And the horror.

Result? You look a complete tit.				Hannah

Lust Lust, Lust.				Hannah ran through the fieldof poesy and
				pretty shieldof light and dome covered
Here we go again				landthe world was blues, greens and sandthe
				creeping desert became a terrorit gave fear
One smile, one look, one pair of shapely				and deep horrorfor there was only onefor her
legs,				to seethat would take her from
				thisterritoryand nothing spokeand nothing
And you locked in the Bastille of Pain.				brokebut the heart was heavyand a little
				revvylike a carthat pollutes the
Lust Lust Lust				atmospherethe only soul that would find
				dearwas in IKEAbuying gearfor the house or
Lust after the small,				flatwho knows if there was a cator maybe just
				a hatbut neverthelessthere was too much in
Who bloody needs rumpy pumpy,				the cold light of day to say that there was
				somethinga thing of beautyshe's Hannahwho
When you've got Bastard SCRUMPY!!!!				likes to make bannersand art and darting
				commentsand bannersoh i said that alreadyi
Lust again and again				think my name is Freddybut if it doesn't
				rhymeis it poetryand if it does,is it
The problem with Lust,				nonsensebut then we sawit all togetherand
				there we werea little treasurea little
Is that it is Boobs or Bust!				pleasureand some leisure

Nothing will satisfy the quest				Mannah

Like coping a grope of a breast.				Hannah is manna from heaven,she's a bright
				spark in the dark,a world away, a sheltered
Open or wrapped sir?				haven,a joyful release, a humble ark,where
				all of the world can be saved,a grinding
As long as you squeeze her,				mill, a stone lathe,that takes life's
				problems and turns them into powder,a woman
The 'undercover' lover is just as sweet,				with real power.

As the totally un-packaged treat!				Love poemi cannot believe it,i cannot, cannot
				believethe world is a Plath-like melodyof
Dodge that bra, with your wrist				misery and shameyet the light still shinesand
				the path is openlike a circle's linesinfinite
Here comes the surprising twist!				beyond mortal kenas though I were sleepingi
				breath lightlyand dreams followthis love is
It's not getting you and in that's Hard,				true, rightlyand not a hollowempty fading
				rainbowsomething unsightly
It's getting it out again before she has a
mard!!!to Lebanonwill anyone remember				To a girlyour beauty is a lie,because it's
youchild strewn across the roadhave you got				too good to be true,from my feelings I could
anything to doplay, jump, laugh, go to the				die,because I haven't been given my due.
looviolence is justified against
civilianssays bin ladenbut then so does Ehud				I'd love to know you better,because without
olmurton civilians is the burden ladenit is				it I am dulled,
they who get hurtthe buildings which once
were networks of peoplenow like a desert,				Your emails, voice or letter,my mind would be
deserted, a curt reminder of powerthe mosque				mulled.
gone, no more the church steeplecan a world
in troubles go any lower.				You are a fine wine,

Whisper				A bouquet of innocence and wonder,perhaps we
				could dine, sometime,
Whisper-
				Without you I am like a storm without
A breath of love in despair				thunder.

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