Fiji had experienced the ordeal of two military coups.
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Johnny Goes To War
At the age of eighteen
just after writing his final matriculation exam,
Johnny is called up to do military service
and when the pickup on the farm
have two flat tyres
and Johnny cannot get to the station in time,
he is fetched by three broad shouldered
military policemen who initially
want to arrest him
and shove him into a waiting military pickup van.
In the army he receives food
that gives him stomach flue
and for the first week
is almost stuck to the loo
and the mash potatoes
coming from a packet as powder,
runs into everything and has no salt in it
while the Colonel, the officers
and non-commissioned officers
have a feast in their mess,
having roasted beef and chicken
and eat as if they are truly blessed
and his hair is cut just above the scull,
he’s forced into an overall,
feels and looks like a criminal
while the instructors, the officers
and commanders wear normal uniforms
and he is chased up and down,
has to run to some trees
three kilometres far and back,
to bring a leave
and every time it’s not the right one
and the passing black citizens
at the railway tracks and on the road
shake their heads
and think that white men are nuts.
Day and night the instructor
slanders and curses at him,
he is put on duty
to guard armoured cars and trucks,
forced to run with poles and truck tyres
and to be just like his fellow military men,
even his girlfriend’s love letters,
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Are You Experienced?
If you can just get your mind together
Uh-then come on across to me
Well hold hands and then well watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh?
Well, I have
(well) I know, I know, youll probably scream and cry
That your little world wont let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
Are you tryin to prove to that youre
Made out of gold and-uh, cant be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you, yeah
Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance
I think theyre callin our name
Maybe now you cant hear them,
But you will, ha-ha, if you just
Take hold of my hand
Ohhh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful
song performed by Jimi Hendrix
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Les vieux chênes
L'hiver, les chênes lourds et vieux, les chênes tors,
Geignant sous la tempête et projetant leurs branches
Comme de grands bras qui veulent fuir leur corps,
Mais que tragiquement la chair retient aux hanches,
Semblent de maux obscurs les mornes recéleurs ;
Car l'âme des pays du Nord, sombre et sauvage,
Habite et clame en eux ses nocturnes douleurs
Et tord ses désespoirs d'automne en leur branchage.
Oh ! leurs plaintes et leurs plaintes, durant la nuit
D'abord, lointainement, douces et miaulantes,
Comme ayant joie et peur de troubler, de leur bruit,
Le sommeil ténébreux des campagnes dolentes,
Puis le désir soudain où la terreur se joint
Quand la tempête est là, hennissante et prochaine,
Puis le râlement brusque et terrible, si loin
Que les bêtes des grand'routes hurlent de haine
Ou se couchent, là-bas, dans les sillons, de peur,
Puis un apaisement sinistre et despotique,
- Une attente de glaive et d'ombre et de fureur, -
Et tout à coup la rage énorme et frénétique,
Tout l'infini qui grince et se brise et se tord
Et se déchire et vole en lambeaux de colère,
A travers la campagne, et beugle au loin la mort
De l'un à l'autre point de l'espace solaire.
Oh ! les chênes ! Oh ! les mornes suppliciés !
Et leurs pousses et leurs branches que l'on arrache
Et que l'on broie ! Et leurs vieux bras exfoliés
A coups de foudre, à coups de bise, à coups de hache !
Ils sont crevés, solitaires ; leur front durci
Est labouré ; leur vieille écorce d'or est sombre
Et leur sève se plaint plus tristement que si
Le dernier cri du monde avait traversé l'ombre.
L'hiver, les chênes lourds et vieux, les chênes tors,
Geignant sous la tempête et projetant leurs branches
Comme de grands bras qui voudraient fuir un corps,
Mais que tragiquement la chair retient aux hanches,
Semblent de maux obscurs les mornes recéleurs,
Car l'âme des pays du Nord, sombre et sauvage,
Habite et clame en eux ses nocturnes douleurs
Et tord ses désespoirs d'automne en leur branchage.
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My Service to This Country
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
In the military,
I experienced true friendship.
Strict discipline.
And was taught 'why' and reasons,
I should and must respect.
The men and women from all walks of life,
Were dedicated and loyal.
And all could trust what was done,
Was to benefit the cause...
Of what was correct and upright!
Those without this experience,
Seem to be superficial, selfish.
Lacking a self respect and/or common sense.
And the military is the only institution,
Where young people grow...
Acquiring a maturity not on the common man bestowed.
And those who treat the ones of military experience...
As people who protect their interests,
And then can easily dispose.
Make foolish judgements based on temptations and whims.
And their insecurities are taken for granted!
And this clearly shows.
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
And glad upon my life,
This has been bestowed!
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Soccer Rollback
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L'ABBICHINO DE LE DONNE (Womens Abacus)
La donna, inzino ar venti, si è contenta
Mamma, l'anni che ttiè ssempre li canta:
Ne cresce uno oggni cinque inzino ar trenta,
Eppoi se ferma lì ssino a quaranta.
Dar quarantuno impoi stenta e nun stenta,
E ne dice antri dua sino ar cinquanta;
Ma allora, che aruvina pe la scenta,
Te la senti sartà ssubbito a ottanta.
Perché, ar cresce li fiji de li fiji,
Nun potenno esse ppiù donna d'amore,
Vò ffigurà da donna de conziji.
E allora er cardinale o er monziggnore,
Che j'allisciava er pelo a li cuniji,
Comincia a recità da confessore.
English
Women, till the age of twenty, if mother agrees [1]
Always declare their age:
They count one every five until they are thirty,
And then they stop counting until forty.
From forty-one onwards they barely move,
Declaring two more, until they are fifty;
But then, spoilt by time,
They suddenly reach the age of eigthy.
Because, as the children of their children grow,
No longer being women of love,
They wish to appear as women of wisdom.
And then, cardinals and bishops
Who used to be in friendly terms with them [2] ,
Start playing the role of the confessor.
poem by Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
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Annihilation
From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms
From dehumanization to arms production,
To hasten the nation towards its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms
From dehumanization to arms production,
To hasten the nation towards its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms
From dehumanization to arms production,
To hasten this nation towards its destruction,
It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice,
Peace or annihilation
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Military Man
The fightings over now
Theres nowhere left to run
My ammunitions out
Id better put down my gun
And as I face this life of fear
Id better keep my conscience clear
Inside my mind Im out of it
And I aint never coming back
Chorus:
So dont come running here to find me
cos Im a military man
And as I spin this wheel of fortune
In my military world
Im a military man
The architects of time
Are calling me
But I dont believe it
Necessarily
And as I face this life of fear
Break the chains
That bind me here
Inside my head Im out of it
But Im still never coming back
Chorus
Im a military man
Just a military man yes I am
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Blind Justice And The Godfather
The United States
Supreme Court
lacks creditable
determinable
unity of purpose.
Guantanamo Bay
is a geographical
miscarriage of justice.
Guantanamo Bay
sanctioned sanitized
political spin styled military;
‘is a detainment facility
of the United States
located in (Castro) Cuba.’
The Boy Scouts
honour badges
ran summer camps
detainment areas
three Gitmo resorts
Camp Delta/ Echo
Camp Iguana but
Camp X-Ray was;
closed due to naughty
torture techniques
that’s human rights
violations
ok boys and girls?
The Justice Department?
Said its ok because
Guantanamo Bay Detention Camp
is our sneaky hidy-hole
outside U.S. legal jurisdiction!
Fuhrer Reich
Chancellor Bush
declared detainees;
were not allowed
not allowed
any protections
under humane
Geneva Conventions!
January 11,2002
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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They Come To Go
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
They can be discussed on a daily basis.
Or ignored as they speed away.
These days that we have been given to witness,
Will be better off lived...
Then reminiscing how they were,
And what was done.
Too many will discover themselves lost,
In the things they once did.
And not prepare their minds for what comes,
With maintained faith and not delusions.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited.
Especially when those changes made,
Aren't here to stay for anyone.
They come to go.
With no empathy shown,
To those who don't grow.
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited...
To live and adjust as they must.
Will discover all their beliefs,
Dusted.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
A letting go,
Is the best thing to do to experience growth.
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You Have Not Yet Learned How To Live
Look not do I,
For your attention.
And giving is for me,
Something that I naturally do.
I am not seeking anything,
To receive an expectation of respect.
If I get it I get it.
But I do know what's for me is true.
I do know what's for me is best.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
I want to see you happy.
And If I am guilty of that...
That explains your attitude.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And I thank God,
For showing me how I was blessed.
By teaching me WHO and WHAT truly ruled.
With a taking away from me,
What I most loved as a test.
Dear friends and family were taken away.
Until I thought I was also going to lose my breath.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And after learning painful lessons,
That did not take me long to get.
I know that it is in the giving.
And not living with a mind filled with selfishness.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
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Stream Line Consciousness
Big brother voyeur blimps unidentified spies
uncle sam peeping toms patrolling skies
bird brain police intelligence
remote viewing homeland pest control
pentagon private eye monitoring the public's every move
mass produced micro chips intercepting prayers patrolling citizens from heaven
Bentham's Panopticon NSA
super computer surveillance cameras
world police spying Manhattan streets
'Athens plummets Euro death spiral
suicide rates soar deepening into despair'
haaretz..the post.. the times
blogs tribunes dailies all in a mad gab
headlong headline attention grabbing scramble
'Yugoslavia - Iraq - Egypt - Yemen - Iran - Syria - United States'
bilderberg building blocks New American Century post apocalyptic prophecy
'foreign mercenaries …national guard...DOD
homeland security to amass covert munitions stockpile
Americans on guard anxieties mounting surrounding
the stripping of amendments 1st if you swing to your left
2nd if you stand on the right
whispers of martial law circulate Anarchical reverberations
emanate from internet Alt culture epicenters
bottle necking global tensions'
'common feeling of deepening disappointment...
heightened expectations...
people expecting an explosive situation over the
next few weeks'
...riot police respond 'to preserve public order'
public roads barricaded to 'protect security of citizens'
'blatant act of censorship
western mainstream media staying away
from Myanmar massacres of Mohammedan Angels
further showing strong anti Muslim bias'
'Media blackout Burmese army
seeking coverage under propaganda blankets'
from the middle east throughout the western world
planet consciousness blurring lines between conspiracy/reality
conflicting global network narratives multiply violent scenarios daily
Victims in a world wide scramble
Government Banking Military
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Le menuisier
Le menuisier du vieux savoir
Fait des cercles et des carrés,
Tenacement, pour démontrer
Comment l'âme doit concevoir
Les lois indubitables et fécondes
Qui sont la règle et la clarté du monde.
A son enseigne, au coin du bourg, là-bas,
Les branches d'or d'un grand compas
- Comme un blason, sur sa maison -
Semblent deux rais pris au soleil.
Le menuisier construit ses appareils
- Tas d'algèbres en des ténèbres -
Avec des mains prestes et nettes
Et des regards, sous ses lunettes,
Aigus et droits, sur son travail
Tout en détails.
Ses fenêtres à gros barreaux
Ne voient le ciel que par petits carreaux ;
Et sa boutique, autant que lui,
Est vieille et vit d'ennui.
Il est l'homme de l'habitude
Qu'en son cerveau tissa l'étude,
Au long des temps de ses cent ans
Monotones et végétants.
Grâce à de pauvres mécaniques
Et des signes talismaniques
Et des cônes de bois et des segments de cuivre
Et le texte d'un pieux livre
Traçant, la croix, par au travers,
Le menuisier dit l'univers.
Matin et soir, il a peiné
Les yeux vieillots, l'esprit cerné,
Imaginant des coins et des annexes
Et des ressorts malicieux
A son travail chinoisement complexe,
Où, sur le faîte, il dressa Dieu.
Il rabote ses arguments
Et taille en deux toutes répliques
Et ses raisons hyperboliques
Trouent la nuit d'or des firmaments.
Il explique, par des sentences,
Le problème des existences
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Les plaines
Sous la tristesse et l'angoisse des cieux
Les lieues
S'en vont autour des plaines ;
Sous les cieux bas
Dont les nuages traînent
Immensément, les lieues
Se succèdent, là-bas.
Droites sur des chaumes, les tours ;
Et des gens las, par tas,
Qui vont de bourg en bourg:
Les gens vaguants
Comme la route, ils ont cent ans ;
Ils vont de plaine en plaine,
Depuis toujours, à travers temps.
Les précèdent ou bien les suivent
Les charrettes dont les convois dérivent
Vers les hameaux et les venelles,
Les charrettes perpétuelles,
Grinçant le lamentable cri,
Le jour, la nuit,
De leurs essieux vers l'infini.
C'est la plaine, la plaine.
Immensément, à perdre haleine.
De pauvres clos ourlés de haies
Ecartèlent leur sol couvert de plaies ;
De pauvres clos, de pauvres fermes,
Les portes lâches
Et les chaumes, comme des bâches,
Que le vent troue à coups de hache.
Aux alentours, ni trèfle vert, ni luzerne rougie,
Ni lin, ni blé, ni frondaisons, ni germes ;
Depuis longtemps, l'arbre, par la foudre cassé,
Monte, devant le seuil usé,
Comme un malheur en effigie.
C'est la plaine, la plaine blême,
Interminablement, toujours la même.
Par au-dessus, souvent,
Rage si fort le vent
Que l'on dirait le ciel fendu
Aux coups de boxe
De l'équinoxe.
Novembre hurle, ainsi qu'un loup
Au coin des bois, par le soir fou.
Les ramilles et les feuilles gelées
Passent giflées
Sur les mares, dans les allées ;
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Désir
Mon désir est la région qui est devant moi
Derrière les lignes boches
Mon désir est aussi derrière moi
Après la zone des armées
Mon désir c'est la butte du Mesnil
Mon désir est là sur quoi je tire
De mon désir qui est au-delà de la zone des armées
Je n'en parle pas aujourd'hui mais j'y pense
Butte du Mesnil je t'imagine en vain
Des fils de fer des mitrailleuses des ennemis trop sûrs d'eux
Trop enfoncés sous terre déjà enterrés
Ca ta clac des coups qui meurent en s'éloignant
En y veillant tard dans la nuit
Le Decauville qui toussote
La tôle ondulée sous la pluie
Et sous la pluie ma bourguignotte
Entends la terre véhémente
Vois les lueurs avant d'entendre les coups
Et tel obus siffler de la démence
Ou le tac tac tac monotone et bref plein de dégoût
Je désire
Te serrer dans ma main Main de Massiges
Si décharnée sur la carte
Le boyau Gœthe où j'ai tiré
J'ai tiré même sur le boyau Nietzsche
Décidément je ne respecte aucune gloire
Nuit violente et violette et sombre et pleine d'or par moments
Nuits des hommes seulement
Nuit du 24 septembre
Demain l'assaut
Nuit violente ô nuit dont l'épouvantable cri profond devenait plus intense de minute en minute
Nuit qui criait comme une femme qui accouche
Nuit des hommes seulement
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Future Watch Burma To Syria Conflicts Rising
been watching
the future today...
from past lens astray
Burma as expected
has developed
ethnic problems
with sudden absence
of strict communist
dictatorship firm leash
Burmese are no longer
all brother communists
controlled by the state
past civic grievances
rise from postmortem
state of frozen stasis
past horrors play
on revenge rabid minds
need exercising?
past spectre struggles
post World War II conflicts
leave skeletons in closets
frozen nightmares divisions
war atrocities split Yugoslavia
post familiar communist thaw
emotively haunted people
seem to need to grim settle
past trauma before each
can move on embrace
future possibilities opportunities
in free market societies
when no longer linked
in brotherhood communist
cast iron citizenships
emotively many people
seem to need to settle
the past before they can
move on
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No Military for Me
No military for me,
No tanks or guns,
Or army ranks -
To hell with it all -
No military for me,
No stupid generals
Deciding who lives
Or dies -
No young recruits
Blindly following
Orders to dropp
Bombs on children
No heroes, no trenches,
No waiting wives
Or crying mothers,
Nobody to fight for me
Or my freedoms
Except myself alone -
No deaths to mourn,
No dead children,
No crippled and maimed
Bodies and wasted lives
No military for me,
I don't need any of it,
None of your fucking
Bombs, grenades
And helicopters
None of your nuclear
Weapons to explode
Up someone's ass -
No military for me -
Just keep it,
Shove it and forget it
Wrap it in your flag
And throw it out
The window -
For I'm just fine
Without it.
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The Edinburgh Military Tattoo
An August evening, and people make their way to
Edinburgh Castle for the world famous Military Tattoo.
Once everyone has arrived and taken their seats,
From the battlements, sounds a steady drum beat.
Soon, a large corps of drummers appears,
To the audience’s applause and rousing cheers.
Each of the soldiers, dressed in their smart uniforms,
Has been up, rehearsing, since the first break of dawn.
The drummer’s skills are most highly rated:
They perform all kinds of rhythms, including syncopated.
The sound of the big bass drum, through my body, resonates;
Its booming beat similar to that of my own pulsing heart rate.
The drummers are replaced by another military band;
No drums this time, but they have bagpipes in hand.
The whole event is a real feast for ears and eyes.
Some of the tunes played, I instantly recognise.
During the show, the arena is constantly filled,
With military personnel demonstrating their skills.
Soldiers stand to attention in a long regimented, straight line,
Then, as one, move their feet, as they stand there marking time.
The spectacle of the Massed Band of The Royal Air Force,
Makes the blood in my veins race and excitedly course.
You can’t help but be moved by the sights and the sounds,
Of one of the world’s most famous military displays around.
The audience of some seven thousand people strong,
Sit enraptured, taping their feet and clapping along.
The Esplanade, where the action all takes place, sits
In front of the impressive stone castle which is floodlit.
This stunning pageant has a truly international flavour.
Talents from around the world, the audience can savour.
To a Scottish fiddle, traditional dancers swirl.
Regimental flags are ceremoniously unfurled.
And, just as all this action has made the audience rather hyper,
They are calmed down again by the lament of the lone piper.
To the ramparts, where the piper is stood, all eyes are drawn,
As the pipes play a haunting melody, traditionally, used to mourn.
Near the end, my neighbours link their arms with mine,
As, together, we sing a rousing chorus of ‘Auld Lang Syne.’
The audience make their way home, and soon, a hush falls.
I stroll back to my hotel, feeling glad to have been a part of it all.
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Human “pop Tarts”?
Military unsatisfied with guns n’ drones
Soon may beam microwaves on Afghans’
Their skin will burn, while victims groan
Until they yield ‘selves to harsh demands
ROTMS
US may ‘microwave’ Afghan targets
Published on 06-19-2010
Source: Press TV
The US military may be testing a controversial weapon that focuses microwave energy with a so-called “goodbye effect” on targets in Afghanistan, a report says.
The new system, called the “Active Denial System, ” is designed to shoot an invisible beam of high-energy waves at people, creating an intense burning sensation, AOL News initially reported on June 17.
According to some sources, the new system is still undergoing tests at military laboratories.
The focused waves quickly become intolerable and burn the skin layers, forcing the targets to disperse.
US may microwave Afghan targets 260310banner2
The new “nonlethal” weapon has been in Afghanistan for testing but has not been used in military operations, the report quoted an unnamed US Air Force officer as saying.
In 2008, the Pentagon considered deploying the Active Denial System in Iraq, but the effort was thwarted over policy concerns.
The US Department of Defense first admitted to the weapon’s existence in 2001 without disclosing further information about the device.
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Well Actions
Worship accordingly, well are the actions
And the deeds concern us having an ordeal.
In our banks of thoughts we have an ordeal
For the money to grow on the heavenly branches.
The worship is like a gun offering dispositions,
Outings collide with other people’s outings
And the interiors of their homes keep life.
Will we consider the options laid before us?
Then please accept me as prayer has been offered
To collide with, without my help there is nothing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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