Breakaway from Politics

When Desiderata indicates to mGf Theels this abode will take a one-week Breakaway from Politics, she wrote back voicing a hesitant "Dessicant", saying other EsteemedReaders may protest.
I assure thee, Y&A based nigh the Bdge Not Nyet Fallin' Down, though our kindie teachers have been forwarning us for years on end its eventual gravitational dierction into the River T'ame'?, that Desi has indeed set a precedent last year, in response to seeing many of my ER (Sabrina Tan, stilll there in LOTR overdozedland?) "weary" of Malaysian politics. Day after day -- more of the same roadside medicine that flushes our taxpayers' ringgit and sensE down the longkang, endlessly. Be Carrefool. But the oil is drying up.

In da steal of lust nite~~~

"I wanted to say Desiccant but what do you know? After so many years, I finally penned one :)

So nice of you to take a week's break but..but..your regular readers would miss you. So don't stop, I'll just close one eye, or maybe two also okay.

(Psst..Howsy's version I don't know how to sing lah!)

By Twisted Heels, at 5:40 AM" ~~~~

An ode to myself

I have done this before
Breakaway from Politics
Which sucks, drains and more
I'd rather serve some Poetics
And taste some Memomile Tea
Even Haridas' tehtarik
Or Helen's pastries
Enhanced with Ipoh white coffee
Oooh, it's Ecstasy
Come enter Desi's versified
Maybe a li'l itchified
Politrics-free terrotry

The sext serving may draw protest that Desi is not keeping his word, but I'm categorsing this under POETRY. Head I win, Tail you lose! (wisdom ciulled from a fishtaeler who also Inspired my closing ditty which is another C&P, which stands for Cute&Pretty.

On Googling for some inspiration, I received this gem, as according to the Simon Wiesenthal Center, "Martin Niemoller was a Protestant pastor and head of the anti-Nazi Confessing Church. Arrested for 'malicious attacks against the state', he spent seven years in the Dachau and Sachsenhausen. Released in 1945 by the Allies."

He penned the moving and oft quoted poem:

In Germany, they first came for the communists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a communist.
Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew.
Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Catholics
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Catholic.

Then they came for me -- and by that time there was nobody left to speak up.

-Martin Niemoller

Over the years many groups, feeling persecuted, have edited the words of the poem to apply to themselves and their causes.
The second-most popular oppressed group fitted to the stanzas is Poor Women. In this example Congresswoman Carol Moseley-Braun addresses their plight, and is advised to keep her day job.

Then they came for women in the Federal Government and I did not speak out --
because I did not work for the Government.

She didn't?!
Then what the hell was she doing all those years - writing poetry?!

The Addicts is one of the few that qualifies as poetic. Riffing on the standard format, it puts a little unexpected twist on the ending.





First they came for The Addicts

First they came for the addicts.
But I was not an addict.
Bad people. Dangerous people.
Better off our streets.

Then they came for the drunkards.
But I was not a drunkard.
Bad people. Dangerous people.
Better off our streets.

Then they came for the smokers.
But I was not a smoker.
Bad people. Dangerous people.
Better off our streets.

Then they came for the poets.

And I
could not
stop
writing.

Reprising from last year's ditty "Salute to Mum" (May 8, 2005), but before that, or after this -- See, Desi practises absolute democrazy! -- detour to julyfishtail.blogspot.com and savour his offering May 8's of "Mother's 5 Year Visa" (I'm doing this promo not because I'm 100% altruistic; in return I 'm hoping he returns with a Mona Lisa mystic tael!:):)~~~

Now, try to ENJOY Dessicant's:~~~MUM Is The WORD(l)D
because TheEEEEEels, you dared to THINK ALLOoooooOWED!:)



We stumble, we fall
We run to her, with problems big or small
SomeOne who’s always there on call
To caress us without question, warts and all.
We tell her our small secrets
Her smiles multiply our joys
Confide in her your first kiss maybe, your regrets?
Your tiffs with this gf, that bf & some tom-boys?
My Mom has moved on
To a better place I know
But everyday, every waking hour
Or when I’m at rest
I know she watches over me
That I’ll be out of harm’s way.
We all know with Mum around
A house becomes a universal home
She may be by your side
Present, or Unseen
She remains Everyone’s FirstLove
Constant, caring and evergreen
So on this SpecialDay in May
Let’s Salute Mother everywhere for her guiding,
Loving, tendering, and caring
AlWays the Best, that’s Mum’s Way!
Remember her EveryDay with a grateful heart
Say Go’dnigh’ with a warm kiss and a big hug
O Mom, ‘tis a small prayer of praise for thee
Keep a watchful eye o’er me.

YLChong (C)