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PROGESSIVE DEMOCRATS OF AMERICA
2007-05-23 21:05:00
Visit PDA and Take Action! There's much to sign and act upon!Previous Post - THE PRIEST NEXT DOOR http://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/atom.x ml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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THE PRIEST NEXT DOOR by André de Korvin
2007-05-23 16:18:00
Poverty smiles,her language is not prettywhen she stumbles through the census bureau,messing up the GNP.Her face is crackedlike the shell of an egghatched by some tropical bird, lostin a winter of Manhattan .She talks to herself?There are numbers,lots of numbers when she talks,so many thatif you piled them up, surelythey would blot out the moon,blot out the sun,darkness would fallfor miles around.The priest, who lives next door,I see him gostumbling through narrow alleys.He moves as ifall of a sudden he?swalking blind.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - THEY SCREAM JORDANhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/ atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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They Scream Jordan
2007-05-23 02:24:00
is USA riverselling salvation betweenWestern Autoand Mike's bar.There's no Jordan on Main Street,only a river of pick-up trucksand beaten Chevrolets.At night, it's a river of firerolling on and onpast x-rated movies, pawnshopsdrug stores and hot dog stands.All night I sit, drinkingvodka in Mike's bar,waiting for Dostoevskyto rise with the heavy smoke,to come alivein the voices of the room.The woman next to me says, It's warout there. At dawnI return to sleepall day,to dream Jordan.Over my roof,the whole sky is burning.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - THIS AMERICAN ANTHEMhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/ atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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LEAVE
2007-05-20 08:38:00
(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)We are happy that we got rid of Saddam but we will never be happy to give away our country in return.Sorry if our flesh harmed your knives... is that what they want us to say. Is this what they came for?The failure of this invasion is a victory for FREEDOM and a defeat for radicals in U.S. and later in Iraq. Order the troops to leave Mr. President. afraid for the safety and the future of this place... leave 20 thousands of your soldiers on both Iranian and Syrian borders and let us take over our own country. THIS COUNTRY WILL BE FREE... whether you take your troops out now or by the efforts of the good people of Iraq and America. Sooner or later they will leave, and Al Qaeda will be defeated by the efforts of the good sons of Iraq... by the way, the state dept. must coordinate with the immigration guys to issue the Iraqi politicians visas and residency in U.S. (off course many of them have US passports as you know so those dont need these arrangements)...
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TORTURE PUFFS UP (2:05)
2007-05-19 01:34:00
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman(Poetryman Productions)Previous Post - Looking back to EMPIRE'S MILITANThttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.co m/atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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Looking back- One year ago today on A Poetic Justice
2007-05-18 21:59:00
EMPIRE'S MILITANTChild,Who are these so-called militants? Faint brooding death?Who are these soulless, wicked insurgents? Death?s reveling?Freedom fighter? Might?s persuaded equilibrium?Are the bombs dropped on homes empire?s reveling echo?Is there cause to celebrate when a child?s body is shreddedAt shrapnel?s forlorn behest; life swallowed by almighty throat? Child,Who are these militants? The wrath of God?Insurgents; evil martyrs for a lost cause?Are they the back of vengeance? The mirror held up?Slipped devils wrenching Armageddon?Is there cause to rejoice as the missile?s valor topplesBefore mothers and fathers lunged in freedom? Child,Across the land into the mosques, into the sovereign home,Wars snarled device writhes on the ground and upon the airBeseeching men to volley detonation to ancient sacrificial carnage,So who are these ferocious militants and soulless insurgents?Death?s own reveling in power's thrashed persuasion?The child, for lack of hue, answers not? © 2007 mr...
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PAINTING TIME by André de Korvin
2007-05-18 00:47:00
Colors of familiar things were all wrong.The sun, flattened itself into a zero,a carry-over in an erroneous additionmade by some math-anxious child.The future had come,an immigrant with no passport,no past history,no known address.So, Mr. Bureaucracy pushedhard to make redthe official color of time.This way, he said,every passing daywould be arrested for reckless driving,every hour would be guiltyand would be finedfor failure to cometo a full stopin time.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - YOLANDA KING'S EMERALD DREAMhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/a tom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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YOLANDA KING'S EMERALD DREAM
2007-05-16 19:31:00
We declare peace in this; thy emerald dream.Men, women, children, all and every colorRise up to meet her in the nomadic vapor.Rise up! Greet her with thy soul?s civility,We can ask no more and no less of thee.Affirm the worlds waiting stillness with her.Bring thy grace, let go thy mortal weaponry.Rise up in the streets of the towns and cities,Rise up! Tilt thy angry faces toward the sun!Yolanda King , we march with thee this day.We stride with thee? sharing thy morning walk,We sit with thee? and drink at thy table,We speak with thee? though we see thee not.O! Ghost in the shade of want come forth,Walk with us, walk with us in our trance!We declare peace in this; thy emerald dream,Open eyed to it grasping thy bleeding chance!O! We tongueless ones in our painful disgraceLet us not use deceit to twist the patient hands failing,Instead let us smile upon the poor lives of all menand carry this emerald sheen with a proud face!Yolanda Yolanda... Rest in peace my friend.© 2007 mrp/thepoetrym...
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BENT BEYOND REASON
2007-05-16 07:00:00
O! These depraved days of doom rocking the skies, the armiesOf sinister things toward deathTo the fetid drums of war.O! To our horror these damned devil dogs to their howlingNear the gaping mouthsAnd unwarranted, decomposed applauseWithin the pulse of torturous, whirling dread.Goddamned horror of their pasty mouthed infectionRiddling the mind, dulling the senses, stoking the fear of fear.This! This! This is what we want? Tormented reason? SoulsWhose only judgments are bloody goddamned vengeance?Rooting downward we?re filling our mouths with reeking sewage.In these audiences are the people of this land. O! The childrenWill soon look to them for truth,Seek them out for sound council,Shaping their ovation, bent, unripe and swilling from hell?s cup. © 2007 mrp/thepoetrymanGOP - Debate II C&L Previous Post - COURSING UPWARDhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/ atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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WHAT THE GYPSY TOLD ME by André de Korvin
2007-05-16 03:32:00
(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)Those who recognize lightfor what it really is,an unchained melody,will hear night sing departureto every dawn.Those who see stars asfootnotes of storieswritten over blankspaces of the void,will later sit in ice cream parlors,surprised by the flames ofparagraphs on their lips.He who steals flamesfrom the tomb of the unknown soldierto set fire to the Pentagon,will go to bed with alienationand his eyelids will bebutterflies soaring overa desolate landscape of poems,the ink of their versesburning everything to ashes,a dark flame of war risingover the white silence of the page.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - HONOR AND CRAFThttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/a tom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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HONOR AND CRAFT
2007-05-14 21:16:00
(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)Kristol: "It's a ridiculous political calculation as well as a dishonorable one by those Republicans who are thinking of jumping ship. I think they can be beaten back with a strong campaign of explaining what's really happening on the ground in Iraq, and a real explanation of what the consequences of defeat would be. But I- you know, the Democrats are behaving terribly, but the Republicans are behaving foolishly - some of them. (chuckle)" (More...)Dishonor is your amusement as you naked lieIn your quest for power?s reach; supremacy.In attendance with the things of flesh and boneEntertaining themselves about you, you gabIncessantly about the oily future?s bounding craft.O the lackluster smirk of connivance!The prattle of foolish analysis by a crafty foolHonor ing himself and his ravenous ambitionTo usurp the throne of ungodly liar!Honor, you?ve none. Craft , you?ve plenty.© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman(C&L - Kristol Republican 11 can be beaten back...)Prev...

NOCTURNAL CITIZENSHIP by André de Korvin
2007-05-14 07:31:00
At night, the TV tower is peaceful,listening to dreamy clouds humold fashioned tunes about brokenlove and sherry wine.Rage comes with the morning sun.All day, the tower screams how luckywe are to livewhere the sungives away so much goldevery day.Mirages invade the city,evening seesthe whole sky burning.I close my eyes andlower my head like a liar,longing for night to fall.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - ODE TO MOTHERhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/ atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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ODE TO MOTHER
2007-05-13 07:51:00
(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)Thou art nourishment.Let this world surrender to thee.Arise and take thy place at the gate of stars?Thine is the crown of affection. O laugh laugh blue skiesDelight may soothe our errant shells,Our infected creature and imperfect soul.We should not tire of thy loves demonstration,Instead we need hover to the center of its heavenAnd kindly bathe in gentle ocean?s offspring.Thou art nourishment!Let this world surrender to thee!Arise and take thy place at the gate of stars?Summon us forth of thy wonderment. O weep no more!Our birth, even thine own, we owe to thee,Needing, even now, to enter thine arms embrace,To be rescued of ourselves. Consoled. Loved.There is no other miracle so desirable as our beginning.Arise now and we toward yearning arms shall move.© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman Julia Ward Howe, Poet / ActivistBorn: 27 May 1819Birthplace: New York, New YorkDied: 17 October 1910 Best Known As: The abolitionist who wrote The Battle Hymn of the RepublicJulia...
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MR. BUREACRACY MOVED IN by André de Korvin
2007-05-12 23:54:00
Mr bureacracy moved inand although the weather bureau had predicteda dry day,$$$ fell for 24 hrsacross the dreaming of the poor.It rained so hard,the sky lost all its moneyand afterlife stocks fellso low,Bureaucracy said he would keep track of penniesdeposited on the eyes of the deadalthough that money wasn'tworking money anymore.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - GATES OF HELLhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/at om.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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GATES OF HELL
2007-05-11 19:57:00
The Fall of Romeby Adrian DorringtonThe Romans had existed as an important power for over 1000 years. They had brought stability, prosperity, and order to the civilised West. Excellent roads connected the far reaches of the empire with the capital at Rome. These were built originally for military purposes but improved all communications and trade. Roman law kept the internal peace and 20 to 30 Roman legions defended the frontiers.All was not perfect, however. Emperors held absolute authority. This worked well with good emperors, but incompetent ones could do great harm. The rules for succession to the throne were never clear, and debilitating civil wars often resulted. The bureaucracy that managed the empire on a daily basis grew more corrupt, increasing the dissatisfaction of the common citizen. The wealth of the empire gradually concentrated in the hands of a minority while a large slave population did most of the work. The borders of the empire were immense and put a strain on mi...
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BAD NEIGHBORHOOD by André de Korvin
2007-05-11 08:15:00
Alienation came,purple skirt slitclear up to her waist.Evenings,she would walk the streetsand the sun went down,a bloodied face.Mr. Bureaucracy complainedabout that uppityslut being toogood for regulations, toogood to pay taxes.Every time I laid my head on my pillowthe TV tower pushedthe sky away from my window.Late at night, the sandman would comeshuffling across my room,razor blades in his bag.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - TOY SOLDIERShttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.co m/atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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Toy Soldiers (www.codepinkalert.org)
2007-05-10 15:19:00
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Impeach! O Freedom! Impeach!
2007-05-10 04:34:00
With all this talk of impeachment of late I felt I should re-post this particular video. © 2007 mrp/thepoetryman Previous Post - PLAN Bhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/atom. xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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PLAN B
2007-05-08 05:48:00
(Ben Heine - Cartoons)Small brown rodents scurry across the shell of the span.A broken and weeping child lies upon the makeshift bed,And at the shattered window next to the door, the slumpedTears of a torn fabric drop in the wind.Soon the door to that other noisy time will thrash and splitAnd the barrels of the sun will enter without knockingAnd demand of them a fresh, uncluttered room.(Surely the wave of fabric will startle them.)After a rather lengthy and determined conversation,The barrels will find reverie in their clatterAnd breathe a sigh of relief at their escape.Across the alleyway a woman seizes her bread and her childAnd runs frightened into the abandoned street.Looking up toward her sister?s shattered casement,She calls out to her.The sky rolls in its troops and the moon calls forth its howl.A new landscape moves in as the rodents groom their nailsAnd hone their teeth for a grand feast upon the streets.Tonight will be no different than the last; the dark queenWill issue h...
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SISTER ALIENATION by André de Korvin
2007-05-07 23:43:00
Did you ever cross the city,your shadow so black,passersby thought they sawthe doorways of night roll?Did you ever step inside a post officewith the bird of revolution on your shoulderso red,that letters written by loversflew through open windowsand circled for yearsthe county airport?Did you ever lie down on the pavement of a busy streetand the street became a desertand the asphalt your pillow?© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - CHARLATAN http://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/atom.x ml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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CHARLATAN
2007-05-07 07:32:00
"In France, for instance, I'm told that marriage is now frequently contracted in seven-year terms where either party may move on when their term is up. How shallow and how different from the Europe of the past." "We're shocked by the evil of the Virginia Tech shooting," Romney said. "I opened my Bible shortly after I heard of the tragedy. Only a few verses, it seems, after the Fall, we read that Adam and Eve's oldest son killed his younger brother. From the beginning, there has been evil in the world." ?Pornography and violence poison our music and movies and TV and video games. The Virginia Tech shooter, like the Columbine shooters before him, had drunk from this cesspool."In America there is a man suspected of devotionParading his lips on the heels of our confidenceOffering nothing but inanity and gloomWithout leading he shows himself to be a foolA tainted reflection trying to convince an eyeless mobThat evil existed prior to the conception of GodWhen, in the company of charlat...
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BEHEADING DEATH
2007-05-06 01:43:00
O! Put death away! Put death away! Lower the bloodied dagger to its crypt!Leave it snuggled with darkness,To our dreams in cackled night. Put death away! Put death away!Shuttle him through the crease of humanity.Put him down to rest in natural green plain.Bring him not out to spectacle, child?s eyes.Leave him slouched within our bladed shadowsHunkered down in the dark house of mighty Ares?With shrieking vulture?s span; its howling windAnd the mongrel?s yowl beseeching the moon.O! Put death away! Put death away!The corpse shall find its way soon enough.The precursor of bomb?s the mighty sword,Slip it bravely within its lengthy scabbardAnd give death chance to come forth alone,Let its scraggly legs wobble and meanderFind its victim in the natural motion of day.Do not hasten its swooping blade from empire.O! Put him away! Rest your demise for a while,Empire will soon fade `way and lose its seed.No need for death to plant our brazen youth,Nor puncture hope with its reddening silver.O! T...
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Theatrical Run TWO- Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are
2007-05-04 18:17:00
The stage is completely in shadow. We are in what is now the area surrounding The Green Zone. There is a slight sound like that of a giant ogre smacking its lips. It is subtle, yet disturbing. Soon the sounds of many whimpering and moaning people floods the theatre. A spot now begins to come up center stage and we see a very large pile of concrete and wood and pavement and general debris. An old woman (eighty) enters atop the rubble. She is elegant and graceful. The wind blows through her hair as she steps forward and addresses the audience. As she speaks lights rise on the stage.OLD WOMAN: Empire! Empire! Empire! (Her voice echoes.)Empire tosses its colossal head on the rooftops of Iraq!On the rooftops of the world!Look upon terror! (We now see the bodies of Iraqi men, women and children and US and coalition troops lying upon the stage motionless. There is one home standing stage left. A huge and horrific ogre squats atop the edge of its roof. Large amounts of blood drip from its l...
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A Poetic Justice Theatrical Run -ONE-
2007-05-03 21:58:00
The rest of this week I will re-post several of my plays...My muse tells me that she is on vacation for the rest of the week. (When my muse is on vacation so goeth I)Enjoy.The Mask of War (A short play)(Two mothers, one Israeli and one Lebanese, stand center as lights rise on the bare stage.)M1:Come now, Bara?ah! Time for school! M2:Hedasaa! Where are your books?M1:Bara?ah, hurry! You will be late for school!M2:Hedasaa, hurry! I have your lunch! Let?s go!M1:Bara?ah!M2:Hedasaa!(The women now cross left and right and then cross downstage edge calling out over the audience.)M2:Did you hear your mother?M1:I said for you to come now!(A slow and sad violin solo now begins to play. The women look toward one another but do not acknowledge the other as broken concrete and debris begins to slowly descend around them from above. The women again call out over the audience.)M1:I said come on, slow poke!M2:You better get a move on! I?m giving you ten seconds, young lady!M1:It is time for school, ...
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MISSION ACCOMPLI
2007-05-03 06:49:00
This story originally appeared on TomDispatch.com.It had taken much thought and planning that wartime May Day four years ago when George W. Bush co-piloted an S-3B Viking sub reconnaissance Naval jet onto the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln. Scott Sforza, a former ABC producer, had "embedded" himself on that aircraft carrier days before the President landed. Along with Bob DeServi, a former NBC cameraman and lighting specialist, and Greg Jenkins, a former Fox News television producer, he had planned out every detail of the President's arrival -- as Elisabeth Bumiller of the New York Times put it then -- "even down to the members of the Lincoln crew arrayed in coordinated shirt colors over Mr. Bush's right shoulder and the ?Missi on Accomplished' banner placed to perfectly capture the president and the celebratory two words in a single shot. The speech was specifically timed for what image makers call ?magic hour light,' which cast a golden glow on Mr. Bush." (More...)The sea tilt...
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PIG ON THE PIT
2007-05-02 14:58:00
I awoke to the smell of rotting flesh Wafting from the confines of DCAnd I called Nancy to make sure I wasn?t in some waking dream An assistant answered And sounded rather rushed Yet with a pleasant tone. I asked if they were perhaps roasting a pig And had forgotten about it and left it on the pitThere was a moment of silence on the other end I assumed she had run outside To make sure that this was not the caseOr she didn't... my words comprehend About a minute later the assistant was on the phone Reassuring me that the smell was not That of an old pig on the pit But was coming instead from the Oval Office She told me she would alert Nancy of the smell As Nancy has lost some most of her olfactory senses Due to an old college injury; Something about an initiation into a sorority Or some such nonsense. I thanked her for checking And she thanked me for calling.My nose works just fine. Sometimes I wish I had Nancy?s smeller.This information comes to us from Proud Progressive @ Some Not...

ECLIPSE by André de Korvin
2007-05-01 20:28:00
At 2 P.M. the moon stepped into the sun's pathand the eclipse was on.The sky became very dark,like the dreamy eyes of uncle Igorafter he had workedfor many yearsat the digital clock factory.Uncle Igor as he steppedinto the glitter of business making,the light of his eyes slowly fadingin the shadows of corporate ways.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - THE PASSPORThttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.co m/atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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THE PASSPORT by André de Korvin
2007-04-28 09:10:00
(A Poetic Justice Photomontage) When my father spoke French with his heavy Russian accent,syllables rolled off his tonguelike explosions rocking the outskirts of Kievin the winter of '17when at the beginning of each daythe sun slowly rosein the sky, a clenched fist.I remember his smile stretching across the passport's faded pages,the top part of his headburied by official stamps that saidno entry, no future, no exit, no past. © 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - Tell Us The Mission (video) http://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/atom.x ml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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Tell Us The Mission (Accomplished)
2007-04-27 22:05:00
Thanks to Battachio at Vagabond Scholar for the video find!Previous Post - PEACE by Esther Sparkshttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/ atom.xml http://pinger.blogflux.com/rpc
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PEACE by Esther Sparks - New Orleans (4:29)
2007-04-27 06:37:00
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