LIBYAN WAR 2011/"Muammar Gadhafi"

Infamy October 20th, reading on the "net" Libya's
"father president" past colonel, Muammar Gadhafi
was killed in Sirte, in the heat of battle.

Obama, Cameron and Sarkozy via NATO "determined"
to ruin and kill Gadhafi to gain access to Libya's oil reserves.
Yesterday they succeeded, even though they had to destroy most
of Tripoli and Sirte via NATO's bombing missions, ignoring
the real terrorist state Syria.

"Hypocrisy" Thomas Jefferson's theme song, 
& Jefferson's son Obama's true theme song
sung to the lyrics,
"lets save the Libyan people"
with "echos" of laughter from the White House...

By Mark E. Temme/Internet October 21, 2011

FUR JULIA...

FUR JULIA,

NACHT ACHTER NACHT, ICH TRAUM VON DICH, IM BETT

IM MEIN WAFFEN...

BIS SPAT IM DIE NACHT,

BIS IM DIE SPAT NACHT...

MARC...

Matthew Deeley's Epitaph and Family Ways

                                         Matthew Deeley's Epitaph

                                                                                                                                                                   I write these words for my friend, a friend whom i never really knew, distant faces of distant ways, never seeing inside each other's souls. We were the schoolboy dreamers, unfulfilled dreams, shattered illusions. It's too easy my friends, to dream... We were only dreamers back in "68", schooldays filled with empty promise, of a world that had no chains. The war, the blood, the death, endless words of promised peace, the world dripping its hate in blood. "1970" is heavy upon my back for a friend i let go back to dust, I could not help, the world's chains held me tight. Distant faces of distant ways, remembering his last words to me, "the school-books are filled with empty words", his words keep coming back...

"Matthew Deeley's Epitaph" Copyright June 10, 2010/Internet 
  By Mark E. Temme
                                                                                                                                                                                                         


                Family Ways


I write these words into the night
thinking about
False friends, hypocricy,
All the words, i know well,
After years of being ignored, abandoned,
some family members joined "facebook"
on the "Net"
Seeing i was there also,
made contact with me...
All appears to be well at first,
but "not really",
Nothing has changed,
so i tune "out",
Returning to my own world...

Copyright by Mark E. Temme/ July 28, 2010/Internet

"DARK IMAGININGS"

The "dark embrace" of loneliness often comes in the night, to tear my heart, with "dark imaginings"... My only refuge is the "past" listening to recordings of Elvis Presley, listening to recordings of Motown's the "Supremes"... Watching Hollywood movies such as "Ben Hur" and "Anne Frank", alas all my worries are insignificant. Lifes worries only "dark imaginings" torn from within my consciousness, with the horror of reality...     
                                                
 Copyright by Mark E. Temme/ February 14, 2010/ "Dark Imaginings" / Internet

OHNE LIEBE..."WITHOUT LOVE"

OHNE LIEBE: Allein, mein selbst ohne liebe, ich jetzt muss schreiben dieser ubersetzums von "ohne liebe", ich bin mit kein liebe, brennen nach brennen... Feuer immer ein verbunden mit liebe, Zeit nach Zeit mich unglucklich. Ohne liebe, vielleicht mein Schicksal, vielleicht "liebe" nur ein Traum...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
By Mark E. Temme/Copyright October 07, 2009/Internet



FELINA KATZENATIG: Die junge Dame sein felina katzenatig, Sie brauchen die Dame aber sie Dame nicht "tatsachlich" brauchen Sie. Die Dame werden zuruckgehen in sie anerkennen Zeit...

 By Mark E. Temme/Copyright October 31, 2009/Internet

"The Abyss" DIETER HESS (Front Lines/France circa 1915)

"The Abyss" Into the abyss all German youth, drain your blood for the fatherland, give even the last drops... Your life will be made short, your body food for worms, fertilizer on foreign soil. Yet back home, our people starve to feed our military machine, powered by narrow minded war lords. I dare ask one question, nay one word, why ?...
  Copyright 2000/Dieter Hess & Other Poems by Mark E. Temme

MORNING SUN...DIETER HESS/PRISON POEMS

(Morning Sun): From timeless eons past, matter in continuous change... Cyclic change to higher zenith, all life being transitory, fleeing from time itself...
  (Inward Self): Life is brief, its roads many, its ways not always clear. Each person is responsible for their own happiness. Every person reflecting their thoughts. The universe unfolding as it was designed...
 (Thoughts): It seems life is only borrowed, here today, gone tomorrow...

  Copyright 2000 by Mark E. Temme (Dieter Hess/Other Poems)