RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Toronto Hijacked Yet Again but Don’t You Dare Criticize

Toronto Hijacked Yet Again but Don’t You Dare Criticize

Bike lane tyranny where the miniscule lord over the many

and unlike the Lord brazenly give fingers to motorists while breaking all laws known to cyclists

Charity runs clogging city streets and expressways

Charity walks all over the place “for a noble but perhaps obscure cause”

Brain health

Cancer

Why no mention of Mother Tersea?

Charity and sickness porn playing on collective polite guilt

And the booming business of marathons

Street festivals so the innocent are run over and shot

Culturally so IMPORTANT for the FEW

A massive inconvenience for the MANY

“Global inclusion salesmen” ram the trivial down all our throats

Rainbow flags a marketing opportunity for the Big Banks

Where Pride Day has mushroomed into Pride Year

So obtain a permit to close University Avenue, hospital row, to thank those precious stomach pump operators, all heroes on fabricated national television on slow news days

So what if millions of us don’t have the right to paralyze a city like all the other 64,877?

A global inclusion pity

Makes me feel shitty

Robert K. Stephen

RKS LITERATURE: “I Hate and I Love”: My Sweet Ipisthilla (Catullus)

Call me to you

at siesta

we’ll make love

my gold & jewels

my treasure trove

my sweet Ipsithilla

when you invite

me lock no doors

nor change your mind

& step outside

But stay at home

& in your room

Prepare yourself

To come nine times

Straight off together

In fact, if you

should want it now

I’ll come at once

for lolling on

the sofa here

with jutting cock

and stuffed with food

I’m ripe for stuffing

you,

my sweet Ipsithilla

 “I Hate and I Love”, Catullus (84 BCE-54 BCE)

Two Wet Gurgly Type Explosions Heard in the White House This Evening

16July2026: Washington: Spoof News Services

At 10:45 p.m. this evening two wet gurgly type explosions were heard by passerbys on the White House Lawn.

A Secret Service motorcade was seen mulling about the service entrance to the White House loading a body into a Home Depot rental van and speeding off to the Trump Memorial Hospital on the Trump Expressway.

Kary Heaveitup, White House Secretary, informed members of the press in a Zoom meeting call President Trump was eating a large pile of Kentucky Fried Chicken and biscuts communicating on social media about highly relevant matters when his purple and yellow left hand exploded followed by his “plumped up ankle” bursting with epic fury.

Heaveitup indicated the cause of the messy explosion was from wildfires in our 51st State of Canada.

Details will be communicated as Spoof learns them from orderlies and physicians “on our payroll”. Spoof recognizes that one must “pay for truth” on occasion.

Circe and the Cyclops: Beware of Circe the Nymph with the Lovely Braids! (Homer)

She opened her gleaming doors at once and stepped

forth,

inviting them all in, and in they went, all innocence.

Only Eurylochus stayed behind – he sensed a trap….

She ushered them in to sit on high backed chairs, then she mixed them a potion – cheese, barley

and pale honey mulled in Pramnian wine –

but into the brew she stirred her wicked drugs

to wipe their memories any thought of home.

Once they drained the bowls she filled, suddenly

she struck with her wand, drove them into her pigsties. All of them bristling into swine – with -grunts

snouts, even their bodies, yes and only

the men’s minds stayed steadfast as before.

So off they went to their pens, sobbing, squealing

As Circe flung them acorns, cornel nuts and mast,

common fodder for hogs that root and roll in mud.

Homer: “Circe and the Cyclops”

RKS EURO FILM: “Warriors of the Wasteland”: Serbian Samurai and Mad Maxers in a Post Apocalyptic West Balkan World

After a nuclear disaster the West Balkans become a rough and tumble world full of Mad Maxers and a few Serb samurai. Society is splintered with The City a quasi-feudal capital ruled by “The Ruler” or “Lord” exacting tribute from tribes but even The City is carved up into factions along the lines of that American film “City of Vultures”. If the faction controlling The City receives their various forms of tribute, including children, the system hobbles on. And in the film be prepared for double dealing and treachery in the current ruling faction. The film then is a battle for supremacy by differing factions and tribes.

Or for a metaphorical approach think of the old Yugoslavia held in a unified fashion under the grip of Ex Partisan Marshal Tito aka Josip Broz but upon his death Yugoslavia crumbled into disarray and then into “tribal wars”. Is this what the film is really based upon?

“Warriors of the Wasteland” has all the elements of a classic post apocalyptic masterpiece. Superb cinematography, stunning costuming, impressive visuals and killer electro ethno Serb music. Given the dubbing it becomes difficult to make any true assessment of the acting.

A serious downside or perhaps a pointed question of why the dubbing and anglicization of the character’s names? The dubbed voices are for the most part flat and lacking the appropriate annotations. Subtitling would have created a more authentic film. The sound at times overpowers the vocals and well the plot is confusing and overcomplicated so you might wish to surrender to a lack of plot simplicity and enjoy the positive attributes of the film I mentioned above. I watched the film twice which improved my understanding minimally, but what audience can watch a two-hour film twice?

Directed by Nemanja Ćeranić.

Available on Digital.

RKS EURO FILM RATING 66/100.

RKS British Literature: Who is Friar Tuck (Henry Gilbert)

‘Father Tuck is no hermit; he liveth not a wicked life as other false hermits do. He ever comes and solaces the poor in our village, and any good he can do if one is sick, that he doth for no payment. He is great of limb, and can fight well with the bow, the staff, or the sword, but he is no robber. He is humble and kind in heart, but he can be fierce as a lion to any that would do ill to a poor man or woman. Evil wandering knights have sometimes striven to thrust him from his hold, but with the aid of his great ban-dogs and his own strong arms he hath prevailed that neither knight nor other lord of robber hath made him yield.’

Henry Gilbert, “Robin Hood”, 1912

RKS British Literature: Robin Cleans Up the Marauding Band of Outlaws (Henry Gilbert)

Robin had had a very short way with these marauding bands of robbers, who made no distinction between rich and poor, but would soon rob a poor serf of his last piece of salted pork or bag of meal as a rich priest of his purse of gold. Whenever Robin learned of the hiding place of a band such as these, he would go there secretly with his men and surprise them before they could lay hand to weapon. Then, while everyone was covered by a yard long arrow he would say;

‘I am Robin Hood, whom ye know, and I give ye this choice. Cease your evil pilfering’s, wherein ye respect neither the poor nor the needy, and join my band and take our oath or fight with me to the death and put the choice to the ordeal by combat.’

Henry Gilbert, “Robin Hood”, 1912

Circe and the Cyclops: The Cyclops Attacks Odysseus’ Men in His Cave (Homer)

Not a word in reply to that, the ruthless brute.

Lurching up. He lunged with his hands towards my men

and snatching two at once, rapping them up on the ground

he knocked them dead like pups –

their brains gushed out all over, soaked the floor –

and ripping them limb to limb to fix his meal

he bolted them down like a mountain lion, left no scrap,

devoured entrails, flesh, bones, marrow and all!

We flung our arms to Zeus, we wept and cried aloud,

looking on at his grisly work – paralyzed and appalled.

But once the Cyclops had stuffed his enormous gut

With human flesh, washing it down with raw milk,

He slept in his cave, stretched out along with his flocks.

Homer: Circe and the Cyclops

RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds):”THE MEDIA HAS FAILED US” (COVID MEMORIES)

THE MEDIA HAS FAILED US (COVID MEMORIES)

Like a hound dog

They sniff out “reality”

Fed to them

By the politico-medico elite

Snapping to attention at their every word

Run and run for those vaccination jabs

Saviour of humanity

Or

Mindless blobs

Anti-vaxxers ignored

Or contrarian views

Never much time

To contest

Given that your advertising revenue depends on Big Pharma

Lowlife deceivers

“may cause fainting, dizziness, lung cancer and embolisms”

CNN and most others funded by Big Pharma meaning

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you

Oxi, fentanyl

Until it is time to run for cover

Safer to praise “the front-line heroes”  never paid decent wages

But save that story for another “special”

Are you really on our side

Or the preference to guard the sources of your adverting revenue

I often wonder about your integrity akin to cow manure

Robert K. Stephen

Circe and the Cyclops: The Land of the High and Mighty Cyclops (Homer)

From there we sailed on, our spirits at low ebb,

And reached the land of the high and mighty Cyclops,

lawless brutes, who trust so to the everlasting gods

they never plant with their own hands or plow the soil.

Unsown, unplowed, the earth teems with all they need,

wheat, barley and vines swelled by the rains of Zeus

to yield a big full-bodied wine from clustered grapes.

They have no meeting place for council, no laws either.

no, up on the mountain peaks they live in arching caverns –

each a law to himself, ruling his wives and children,

not a care in the world for any neighbor.

Homer: “Circe and the Cyclops”