The visit (at an LTC Facility) A Mercedes parks just off the main entrance A sleek and well-heeled man emerges from within Treading along feeling so fine with his charitable act He visits once a year At the “welcome desk” he is advised his father is not yet Prepared And would he kindly wait aContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds); “The Visit””
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RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “It’s Mainly Because of the Meat”
It’s Mainly Because of the Meat (a day at the hospital) Defying fate The numbered pieces of meat are kept tender by the singing of the dart laden Nightingales They lie glistening Some in cellophane wrap Fresh and clean For the greedy fate regulators and their machines White clad techno princes Who sound the chargeContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “It’s Mainly Because of the Meat””
RKS INTERNATIONAL FILM: “House of the Wind”: The Answer My Friend is Blowing in the Wind
Josette (Josette Kwanya) is an elderly widow living in the Cameroonian capital city of Yaoundé. She inhabits a large, deserted house as all her five children have left for Europe. The radio and television we hear the background comments on this exodus noting there are no opportunities for young Cameroonians causing them to emigrate toContinue reading “RKS INTERNATIONAL FILM: “House of the Wind”: The Answer My Friend is Blowing in the Wind”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Paganistic Birthday Party”
Paganistic Birthday Party Assembled about the synthetic evergreen altar Are the little dazed children Stunned as if pondering the words of the wisemen They murmur their pagan chants Materialistic hymns of candy, games and toys Greedy gleaming eyes of the little fry thought to be cute Wish they could have more than they sere TheContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Paganistic Birthday Party””
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Wine”
Wine Light-headedness is a sign Of unbridled optimism Deceiver of situations Joyous roguish red nectar Roaring through the veins Like a tropical river teaming with mystery you Softly laid me to the floor But I Still wanted more And you Like some deceiving whore caressed my lips Until I slowly entered into insensibility Robert K.Continue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Wine””
RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)
If Rome, a city of vulgar living, had been depressing after Greece, London, a city of the drab dead, was fifty times worse. I had forgotten the innumerability of the place. Its ugliness. Its termite density after the sparsities of the Aegean. It was like mud after diamonds, dank undergrowth after sunlit marble; and asContinue reading “RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)”
RKS British Literature: The Nakedness and Humanity of Greece (John Fowles)
In my mind Greece lay weeks, not the real hours, behind. The sun shone as certainly, the people were far more elegant, the architecture and the art much richer, but it was as if the Italians, like their Roman ancestors, wore a great mask of luxury, a cosmetic of the over indulged senses, between theContinue reading “RKS British Literature: The Nakedness and Humanity of Greece (John Fowles)”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren”
Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren Nice little baby Come here little sweetheart Want a big kiss from mummy Little chicken tidbits for a delicate sweetie Daddy poo wants to take you for a walk No big doggie will molest our little baby And when you return home a cookie Oh you are such a wonderfulContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Emperor Bokassa murders 153 schoolchildren””
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “All we get are the coffee grinds”
All we get are the coffee grinds The mighty converge in golden dimensions Crouched behind pheasant and brut Forging the new world For the exclusive benefit of all Charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckers Fantasizing Vomiting streams of foulness to be lapped up by ignorant optimists Applauded from the black robed rotunda Let itContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “All we get are the coffee grinds””
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “Finalized Conclusion”
Finalized Conclusion You don’t want to BUT You don’t know where to go What you’ve done wrong How many people you have hurt Pain Suffering Selfish grief What can you say What can you do What shall you do The razor blade gently calls To Slide You away Robert K. Stephen
