Music and Events: Fela Tribute Oct 15

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Poetry: Tuffy de Gong

For him they marched through the city streets
Demanding a prominent place
On the coach's game sheets
Yet their passionate and intense campaign
Was met initially with disdain
We care not that this fellow can score
We have a full squad of players
Who needs one more?
Still their chorus was strong and loud
"Put in Tuffy and he'll make us all proud!"
And still, he was made to wait
While by a slender thread hung our fate

Till finally one damp rainy night
The Ticos were making us fight
A goal down and the minutes ticking away
There was only one thing left
Fro the new coach to say
"Our chances look dark and the minutes are few
But get on the filed and show what you can do"

From that very first touch
He showed just how much
he was eager to shine
And as the clock passed 89:00
He latched on to the ball
and a moment later.....one -all!

And joy has replaced depression and rage
The local boy made good on the international stage
The boss at the The Office
He showed he's no novice
And now in Waterhouse and beyond
The party goes on all night and
all day long
As people raise a cheer
For Tuffy - The Gong

Poetry: No News

Radio silence....Western powers dithering driven by the
shame of their own chemical-stained hands....Despots cling to power relentlessly....sports still scintillates.....and bearded believers are still willingly falling to
pieces over the promise of virgins
Beyond the clouds....No more of that
I can rejoin 2 days later and still
hear the same stuff
Fro now as the stories encircle
the pre-dawn air
I drift off
to make my own news

Poetry: Turbo Donkeycart

Clip-clop
the unhurried trot
So many lay
vicarious claim to the techonological
rush
marvelling at and revelling in
the gadget-filled veneer of
Progress
But otherwise at at standstill
Or at best
A mule's pace
Preening like the jackrabbit
Who can't see
he's no longer in the race
So quick to show
How much we have
But anxious really to mask
how little
we have produced
So much acquired
so little
Created
Still the ersatz rush
continues unabated
We sadly have not shed
An affinity to the whip
And many prefer
to ride in others' boats
than to build the ship
We present motion
As progress
and mistake mere
Presence
for prowess
On the economic Autobahn
were' a
Turbo Donkeycart