Thursday, April 28, 2022

Putin's Mistress

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL JUSTICE (UKRAINE)

 

Putin’s Mistress

 

Alina is young and beautiful

She is literally half his age

Taking away her money

Would trigger Putin’s rage

But consider the alternative

He hides his wealth with her

We sanction all the oligarchs

With the hope it will deter

Yet we fear to punish Alina

For the trouble it would stir

 

To hell with Putin’s mistress

To hell with consequence

Take a look at those in Mariupol

Your patience will be spent

Let her swear to cut all ties

With the madman of the North

What was his becomes hers

As she sets a fresh new course

 

He will not see his children

He’ll never see his love

It’s the price that he must pay

For spilling innocent blood

 


Wednesday, April 27, 2022

The Liberation of Mariupol

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)

 

The Liberation of Mariupol

 

Piles and piles of rubble

Where neighborhoods used to be

Where workers used to work

Where parents raised families

 

The men tended their business

The women went their ways

Now there is but wasteland

Where the children used to play

 

Vladimir Putin liberated Mariupol

By exterminating the people

By crushing their spirits

By destroying their noble dreams

A liberation in smoke and dust

A liberation in missiles and bombs

A liberation in cold blood

 

The sound of liberation is the cry of death

The taste of liberation is a mother’s tears

The smell of liberation is burning flesh

The symbol of liberation is a mass grave

 

All hail the great liberator!

Who will he liberate next?

Will he liberate his own people?

Will he liberate his family?

Will he liberate himself?

 


Monday, April 25, 2022

Tam of Hong Kong

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

 

Tam of Hong Kong

 

We sing of Tam Tak-chi

We mourn the death of democracy

Imprisoned for speaking her mind

and opposing Chinese autocracy

 

We sing of freedom and pride

We sing the song of Tam

We will march by her side

Though they may not give a damn

 

They will lock her behind bars

They will silence every voice

Yet we will sing wide and far

Until we are given a choice

 

Tell everyone you know and see

That sings the song of liberty

Oppression is the legacy

Of China’s president Xi

 

Sunday, April 24, 2022

Tempting Armageddon

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)


Tempting Armageddon

 

The madman of Moscow

Has traveled over the bend

Threatening the entire planet

With nuclear Armageddon

 

The madman does not care

How many people he kills

He’ll send his weapons anywhere

Just to give himself a thrill

 

He doesn’t seem to understand

That he’s not above the fray

The poison spread across the land

Will return in kind some day

 

The blow that strikes another

Will strike the killing hand

And death will be his mother

The skull will be his brand

 

The madman of Moscow

Will surely meet his end

For what you reap you sow

On that you can depend

 

Saturday, April 23, 2022

All Ukrainians Now

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)


All Ukrainians Now

 

We watched the invasion

From the day it began

We have seen the Ukrainians

Take their stand

Against all odds

Against the man

Who wants to conquer the world

And we want to help

But we don’t know how

We are all Ukrainians now

 

The war is raging

The die is cast

An unjustified war

Its destruction vast

What’s foul is fair

What’s fair is foul

We are all Ukrainians now

 

The death toll rises

The missiles fall

We bang our heads

Against the wall

This cannot stand

We take a vow

We are all Ukrainians now

 

Putin swears

He will kill them all

But Zelensky stands

Brave and tall

And we stand with him

To block his fall

How much more

Will our hearts allow?

We’re all Ukrainians now

 

Thursday, April 21, 2022

Le Pen

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS


Le Pen

 

There is a madness invading the body politic

There is a poison infecting the heart of democracy

Erdogan of Turkey

Bolsonaro of Brazil

Trump of the USA

Le Pen of France

 

So now France has been infected

and those who can and will

remember the Vichy government

of Marshal Philippe Petain

The authoritarian nationalist

Collaborator of the Nazi’s

 

Marine Le Pen

Shall you tempt Vichy again?

We do not believe your temporal denials

You are the collaborator and

Putin is your brethren

 

You would turn back the clock

on the best of the French tradition

You would sever the heart

of French democracy

even as you sever France

from the heart of Europe

You would betray our friends

in Ukraine

 

The people will not allow this betrayal

They will send you back into the

darkness from which you came

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

The Great Debate

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


The Great Debate

 

Let the great debate now begin

While Ukraine is still a nation

We cannot sit by and do nothing

If NATO could be their salvation

 

It is NATO that shivers the dictator

It is NATO that fills him with fear

If we debate Ukraine’s entry to NATO now

The end of the war could draw near

 

We call on a unified Europe

All nations that hold freedom dear

Is not Ukraine a deserving friend?

Has not their case become clear?

 

Serve notice to Vladimir Putin

The brutality must come to an end

The future of all the world

On this question may depend

 

Monday, April 18, 2022

Unionize

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS


Unionize

 

Working in a warehouse

Big Brother on my back

Watching every move I make

Counting boxes in a stack

They warn us every day and night

Keeping us on track

It would not be prudent

And it would not be wise

It is not the time to unionize

 

But the workers in Long Island

Took the future in their hands

We won’t be fooled or frightened

It is time to take a stand

 

When workers stand together

There’s no limit to their power

The time has come to unionize

To the minute and the hour

 

(Note: Workers in Long Island

vote to unionize Amazon.)

Sunday, April 17, 2022

The Golden Egg

AN EASTER STORY FROM RANDOM JACK'S CHILDREN'S HOUR

by Jack Random with Illustrations by Robert Miller

 

 

The Golden Egg

 

All the children were in their Easter Sunday best outfits.  Sally had her pink dress with big yellow polka dots.  George wore his navy blue shorts with a billowy white shirt and suspenders.  Hair was coifed and combed, shoes were shined and faces were cleaned and cleaned again.  They were all primed and ready for the Great Easter Egg Hunt. 

Some said there were over a thousand brightly colored eggs and a thousand more plastic eggs containing candy and prizes to delight the young participants and fill their baskets with glory.  Laughter filled the air as children gathered at the starting line.  Parents looked on from their sheltered perches under the trees and on the porch. 

Mr. Williams was dressed in his Mad Hatter costume from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.  He marched to his starting post, turned to face the children and cleared his voice for his traditional speech: 

Ladies and Gentlemen!  Boys and Girls!  Welcome to the twenty-seventh annual Great Easter Egg Hunt of Dunwitty County!  This year we have the usual variety of colored eggs, candies and prizes to delight every child!  But one special child will have a very special treat indeed!  The child who finds the Golden Egg will be crowned this year’s Easter Egg King or Queen and will be privileged to ride in the Royal Float for the annual Easter Parade!  On your marks, get set…go! 

All the children ran as fast as they could and began to fill their baskets with delights – all that is except Carly who ambled along behind the others.  Carly was a child with special needs.  She had a condition – as her mother put it – that made it difficult to run and jump and dance and hop as the other children did.  But Carly had a gift that the other children did not have.  She believed in magic and because she believed magical things tended to happen. 

Today as she ambled out into the wide-open green lawn behind the other children, she saw a rabbit.  It was not an ordinary rabbit.  That she could clearly see.  It was a special rabbit.  It wore a pink shirt with broad white buttons, gray pants and white gloves.  One ear stood straight up and the other bent to the side.  It smiled a crooked wry smile that made you think it knew a secret that no one else knew.  The funny thing was no one else seemed to see the rabbit. 

Carly ambled right up to the smiling rabbit who bowed and introduced himself. 

“My name is Jack and who may I be informed is the charming young lady to whom I am speaking?” 

“My name is Carly!  Pleased to meet you, Jack!” 

She curtsied and Jack knew at once he had found the girl who would find the Golden Egg.  While all the other children scurried about, picking up eggs of every description and cackling with uncontrolled joy, Jack led Carly straight to a ten-feet tall pedestal.  It was glorious!  Jack pointed to the top and Carly saw it: a shining, brilliant and glowing golden egg!  It filled her with a happiness the likes of which she had never felt before but then it occurred to her that she could not reach the egg and her happiness was replaced with sorrow. 

Jack knew at once what she was thinking.  He smiled, took a few steps back and leaped up to grab the egg and carry it back to the ground where he handed it to Carly.  The joy instantly returned to her face and brightened her spirit.  She thanked Jack three or four times and then she ran to where her parents stood in the shade of a giant oak and held up the Golden Egg. 

Her parents hardly seemed to notice the Golden Egg.  They had just seen their little girl run like all the other children across the lawn of the Great Easter Egg Hunt.  It was a miracle. 

Carly looked back to thank her rabbit friend once more and she saw him bow and wink an instant before he vanished into thin air.  It was a very happy Easter for all – but especially for the little girl who believed in magic. 

 

 HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!

Saturday, April 16, 2022

Shanghai Lockdown

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Shanghai Lockdown

 

The virus that came from China

Is living and thriving there still

The question must never be asked:

How many has the virus killed?

 

They claimed a national victory

A source of honor and pride

No virus could ever defeat them

For the party would not abide

 

They have locked down a great city

Whose people now live in fear

They are losing so many loved ones

But they are not allowed to shed tears

 

We cry for the Chinese people

As we mourn all the dead and the ill

We now know we must come together

When confronting a virus that kills

 

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Down

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


Down

 

A scourge has lowered upon our town

Our home and happy days

Descend we will as descend we must

There is no other way

 

We’re lost inside a maze of tunnels

That trace the underground

We seek to circle back again

But the only way is down

 

There is no cure for this disease

No path to turn around

We’ve had our taste of ecstasy

Now we’ve run the ship aground

 

We bow our heads in solemn prayer

We cannot hear a sound

A bit of hope a touch of care

Are nowhere to be found

 

Why have you forsaken us?

Our destiny is bound

We beg for mercy as we must

Yet still we spiral down

 

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

False Report

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)


False Report

 

In Moscow you can get prison time

For using the word war

In Russia you can lose your freedom

For asking why and what for?

In Moscow there are the ghosts

Of journalists and politicians

To remind us the cost of free speech

 

So tell me: if someone in Moscow

Or Vladivostok calls to ask

Your opinion of the president

What kind of fool would you have to be

To tell them the truth?

 

So when someone reports that 83 percent

Of the Russian people

Still support their president

The miracle is that seventeen percent

Refused to play the game

 

Soon the jails and prisons of Russia

Will be filled with dissidents

Draft resisters and soldiers

Who refused to fight

And all the world must rally

To their support

 

Monday, April 11, 2022

The Butcher of Aleppo

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)


The Butcher of Aleppo

 

The Russian butcher of Aleppo

Has come to Ukraine

Mass graves become common

Bombs fall like a hard rain

 

Towns and cities destroyed

Reduced to barren waste

Death of innocence sanctioned

Opposing forces erased

 

The butcher has no feeling

A soul as empty as a ghost

He’ll leave a trail of terror

From the mountains to the coast

 

There is no end to the horror

This monster will unleash

We must rise to meet the moment

To cage a rabid beast

 

Thursday, April 07, 2022

Curse of the Privileged Class

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: THE GREAT DIVIDE


Curse of the Privileged Class

 

The curse of the privileged class

Is that they assume privilege will last

Beyond the day after tomorrow

The grief behind the endless sorrow

Something that could only be

An eternal plague on humanity

 

The privileged class will assume

All other classes will be doomed

To fall and implode in a blast

The tragedy in which they’re cast

Gets lost in a cloud of dust

A memory that yields to rust

 

At the end of long lost day

It’s a script they would not play

An echo of a discordant song

Each note somehow seems wrong

Then it collapses in a feeling of fear

As the inevitable inevitably draws near

 

The privileged class will expire

Consumed in a burning rage of fire

Their vaunted status gone and done

All their battles lost and won

Their curse is to be forgotten

A legacy shriveled and rotten

 

Wednesday, April 06, 2022

The Lies of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)


The Lies of War

 

He told you the war would be won in seven days

 

He lied

 

He told you the Ukrainian people loved

their mother Russia

 

He lied

 

He told you the invading army would be

welcomed with open arms and celebrations

the liberators at the gates

 

He lied

 

He told you the Ukrainian nationalists were

fascist Nazi’s and white supremacists

eager to provoke war

 

He lied

 

He packed a stadium with a hundred thousand

stone-faced citizens to tell them the war

was going well

 

He lied

 

At every turn ins this sordid affair

he has filled the squalid air

with the venomous lies of war

lies the people believe no more

Monday, April 04, 2022

Ballybeg of Donegal

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


Donegal

 

If the Irish do anything at all

Better than anyone else on earth

It is to tell a story tall

In words that sing while merely speaking

To sing a song that tells a tale

That draws both laughter and tears

With a fresh pint of ale

 

Did you ever hear the story

Of the O’Donnell family in Ballybeg

County Donegal in northern Ireland?

 

It is the story of every family

A story of heartbreak and consuming sorrow

A story of triumph and compassion

A story of overcoming hardship

A story of tradition and love

 

The troubles split Ireland apart

Sending waves of conflict across the sea

Tearing at friends and families

Piercing the Irish heart

But in the end both blood and country

A culture of literature and song

A generosity of spirit prevails

Old wounds heal and all is well

For the good people of Donegal

 

(upon seeing The Aristocrats

By Brian Friel)