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The Ecology Student

THE ECOLOGY STUDENT

Always eats alone
And keeps her own company

Her head in a book
Even in the dining hall

Their whispered nickname
“The Academia Nut”

Oh yes, she’s heard it
But you don’t let on of course

Dignified silence
A study in deepest blue

Mindless cruelty
She fingers her hidden scars

Stained with history
Like the poor planet itself

Derision

DERISION

Etched as in acid
Undeserved childhood tattoos
Still silently burn

Foreign Policy

FOREIGN POLICY

Aborigines
If they do not understand
US Oom-Pah-Pah*
There’s an easy solution
Bomb them into submission

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*”Oom-Pah-Pah” is a lively and somewhat risqué song from Lionel Bart’s musical Oliver!, sung by Nancy and the crowd at the “Three Cripples” tavern. The word “oom-pah-pah” is seemingly used euphemistically to refer to both intoxication and fornication; however, as the song points out, the word’s meaning is only as dirty as the listener interprets it.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oom-Pah-Pah

Gutter Press

GUTTER PRESS

Neighbourhood gossip
She loves digging up the dirt
She does it in spades

“To This Day” Project

“To This Day” Project

A friend sent me this, because she thought “all good poems seem to find their way to your blog eventually”. Hmmm, I’m afraid I should need to be a Methuselah to make that become true. 😛 Anyway, this is one of them that made it. I know it takes 7½ minutes to watch, but it is time well spent, I believe. I can think of several regular readers of “Ben Naga” who will love it.

Fish In A Fishbowl

FISH IN A BOWL

Hardly room to move
Unnatural way to live
But then look at us

The Ecology Student

THE ECOLOGY STUDENT

Always eats alone
And keeps her own company

Her head in a book
Even in the dining hall

Their whispered nickname
“The Academia Nut”

Oh yes, she’s heard it
But you don’t let on of course

Dignified silence
A study in deepest blue

Mindless cruelty
She fingers her hidden scars

Stained with history
Like the poor planet itself

The Waif In The Woodshed

THE WAIF IN THE WOODSHED

I’ve been putting it off for so long
Putting on more and more layers
But now the fire is all but dead

So I brace my shivering bones
Brave the ice laden air
Go out to the woodshed

And that’s where I find her
Huddled in the dusty far corner
Hard to make out in the half light

“Please don’t hurt me, sir”
Barely even a whisper
Her little eyes wide with fright

I crouch, summon my gentlest smile
“Why ever would I want to do that and
Why are you hiding outside in this storm?

Why don’t you come in by the fire?
You must be freezing out here in the dark
Come inside where it’s cosy and warm”

A little head shakes, shakes again
“No … It’s not safe … You’re all cruel
And I’m alright … Just leave me be”

I sigh, stand up, pick up some logs and leave
I could take her a blanket but I know what I’d find
The same thing I always find … No one there but me

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