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I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his from rust belt

Squeaky,- oh need some oil
The carpenter singing, his thumb is,- oh it hurts!

Sawed neat between his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for john, all gravel must out

That is a bloody work for sure!
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, quarantine makes

Even a hardy Captain lurch like a deckhand, corona virus got him

Yes sirree! singing is more a caterwaul!
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, Nike simply laid him off

And he wallows among his lasts and discarded rubber soles

There is a pandemic blowing across the land
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,

Or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs

Long stilled when the Mighty dollar sounded his trumpet:

Put a nickel and the jukebox will sing for any idiot

Who is hooded and his heart has a lynching song.

Blue collar worker and white collar workers alike

Have had change of heart

New you hear is no more the same: Corona virus got them all

A song is no song if heart has stopped beating for your brother

Come black, come yellow the white is black and black is white

When the dollar drew blood and what poured out is now a pandemic.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, sharecroppers busboys and janitors

Each one singing his from heart is lost In the howling

Winds of unrest.

benny

 

 

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Perfidious Albion

 

No deal, oh not much time! Either way Brexit

Whether we settle in the end  a back stop

Or hard,- where the border takes us, I wonder-

A border is a border for disaster

I shall dump Irish question straightway-

EU can have Dublin solve this one

So my promise I keep to do or die:

Brexit is over with! -’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished! To speak one thing,

And do another is Prime Ministerial

So easy with no conscience prick

I do but dying is for another.

Benny

 

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(News: A top US immigration official has revised a quote inscribed on the Statue of Liberty in defense of a new policy that denies food aid to legal migrants. So we have  a sonnet and a new title to celebrate it:-benny)

 

Lancet Anyone?

Not like the suntann’d squire of golf links

With executive rights whining from coast to coast:

Here at last foul mouthed, maniacal boast,

He reveals his true self and his links

To white supremacists Aryans and such kinks-

Tossed from tree mired in dirt ‘n ground frost:

Liberty shall no more be commended

Nor its strength restor’d, not until truth sinks:

Liberty for few is bondage for the whole,

Soul of nation so shall in shame suffer.

Show me what good has done for your soul

Than set the basest of the base to revere

And your vaunted freedom worse than a boil

Fouling and dragging down the body entire.

Benny

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O Drone you are down!

Like albatross You



Are shot down the sky-



In the silent hour

Hell keeps no account 



Of shame and glee:



When fools walk around flee

-

O Drone you are down!

Benny

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This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,

Has done worse lateley, methinks by fools-

Westminster breeds dem, Brexiteers all!

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Brick by brick undone, -‘mendment they call it,

These jackals in for kill, and by law too!

Shall leave no stone, Boris in gold’locks

Alderman, grab what you can from shambles;

It cost you lies and loss of manhood, so stuff-

Before Nigel runs in with  wrecking crew

His grinning fleer, I loath say spells zero.

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed, and famous by their birth…

Benny

 

 

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Stroll down the colonnade of life, mosaic
Of days lend youth its Byzantine color;
But my soul would loath it as life prosaic. 12

Thus assail’d by doubts and misspent choler
Of youth as ashes when fire has died out
Of his blood, and leave nothing but pother: 15

By the midst o’ my woeful days I struck out
Past my depths, my route on impulse ringed
My soul might yet redeem entire past rout. 18

A walk simple into the woods where hope winged
Alternate with pitfalls along the ground
must give man pause, his purpose unhinged 21

Perhaps my soul would read my tracks and sound
Alarm or set escape route in case of need
Oh no! with my own will I come this round. 24

Long onslaught with Fates and Furies’ full rede
Did unravel much of my confusion,
And yet loath I was let my soul aside. 27

Benny

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That’s life (that’s life) that’s what mama say
She’s saying what is not true-
May be for her
In her time but sure not for me:
When I’m young I know this life is all that
I have, that’s life (that’s life) and mama spent it all:
Some people get their kicks
Stompin’ on a dream
But I don’t mind what mama did with her dream.
‘Cause this fine old world of her is rockin’ chair now
I’ve been a crawler, a moppet, a drooler
A kiddo, a bloke and a jerk
I’ve been up and down and over and out
But I know one thing
Each time I find my feet I know life is out there
I pick myself up and get back for some more-
That’s life (that’s life) I tell ya, I can’t deny it
I thought of quitting, mama
But my heart just ain’t up to follow
And being old is when I have nothing more to do.

Benny

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It’s Dog’s Life ©

Not that I travell’d in my flesh and blood
And hobbled along lanes for holy grail
long asleep beneath cobwebs spun of old,-
When Charlemagne girt with sword sat enthron’d
While knights in armor set out for honor,-
Saracens fell left and right, and at cut price,
Silver or solder, junk all thrown pellmell
In some Turk’s jumble sale dispersed.
Yet my quest was in some curious twist
A tale- and it mov’d my frame entire:
I found a dachshund long, and cuddly to boot
And a pug ugly, dash it, with a short snout.
One it had to be, and chose I, my dachshund.
Benny
Original
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

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When love with uncommon force

Demands complete surrender

Old Age must an idea perforce

Lose domain it had before;

Years bind such outward sinews

Of Time as Autumn limns the eye:

Seasons like ages fall to disuse

And with Spring proves a lie.

 

Stone walls do not a prison make

Nor what lies an Age tells

I cannot with good sense take

When Love made me break the walls-

Bonds of my nine month ordeal,

I shall no wise exchange for another

Though be cast in gold and silver, a deal

Fit for dumb and the stupid in hell.

Benny
Original

To Althea from prison by Richard Lovelace,1642

When love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair
And fettered to her eye,
The gods that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round,
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.

When like committed linnets I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King:
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be,
Enlarged winds, that curl the flood,
Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage:
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.

 

 

 

 

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I don’t want a lot for Christmas
Peace in my heart, let it burn:
I don’t care about the presents,-
You need not shout HoHo please,
You kill what glow I let blaze
With fake news a new normal
All your false cheer in tears end:
All I want for Christmas is peace
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
Don’t think you can drop in one
Day of the year and say all
Is well, Ho Ho peace on earth.
 Benny

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