White House Poetry Revival Wed 1st Aug 2007
White House Poetry Revival
Wed 1st Aug 2007 9.00pm
This weeks guest is Limerick poet John Liddy.
Described by his good friend and fellow Limerick poet Desmond O Grady as someone who has lived ‘a full life’ and an excellent example to all students of literature who aspire to write John Liddy was born and educated in Ireland. Originally from the Rathbane area of Limerick he moved to Madrid 25 years ago where he works as a teacher.Former editor of the literary review The Stony Thursday Book, with Jim Burke. He has six book of poetry to his credit, Boundaries (1974); The Angling Cot(1991);Song Of The Empty Cage (1997); Wine and Hope (2000); Cast-a-Net (2003) and The Well: New and selected Poems (2007).
Liddy's poetry has been described as having no boundaries. As profoundly Irish as Spanish he drinks from the deep well of tradition and history of both countries. His work is an example of the cultural mix we are compelled to live with for the coming century. John offers the heart of two countries, richly diverse, national in its sources, limitless and universal in its appeal.
Liddy is a loyal poet- loyal to the tradition of poetry. Michael Fanning
Most importantly, whether he is writing poems of recollection, social realism, politics, or nature, John Liddy has the ability to use language which hits the poetic ‘g spot’. Patrick Galvin
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The White House Poets acknowledge the support of the following:
The Arts Council of Ireland - poetry Ireland - limerick.com - Limerick City Council - Foras na Gaeilge
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BUSH FAMILY THE SAVIORS
The world became revenging land
Fed through religious leaders,
Washing minds of angel lads,
Inserting thoughts of bleeders.
Changing them to suisiders,
Killing outsiders and insiders,
Hunting people from everywhere,
Spreading horrors to proove ways.
Who can save innocent lives!
Trying to create safe haven lives?
God can't comedown & save the lives
He sends people to work in hand
Turning the earth to safty land.
Bush family called dedecated fan
to start working &save human's
They are doing their best as hard as they can,
All are saviours from father to son.
My poem arose from my experience in life
Armenian genocide -1915 April 24th
Iraq in past era 1968-2003
Invasion of kuwait 1990 August 2nd
dear poet,
This poem is mine i have already forwarded to First lady and had a letter from her.
there are some mistakes in the poem .
It is a long poem do you want me to send it all?
Thanks
Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber MD
Y chromosome is an Atomic Bomb.
Y chromosome started with life
Sharing the X completing, the other half.
Some are real Y the women need.
Some are beasts, destroying the earth’s reed.*
Y chromosome turns ovaries to testis.
Secrets male hormone named testosterone.
Altering brain functions in brace.
Contributing in two ways:
Status – striving and criminal - offence.
Y chromosome when starts in crime.
Millions are died, with out mercy rhyme.
Firing their birth in mother’s hearth.
See only their powers to grant
Thus, civilizations will disappear
To show them selves they are Y’s peer.
Their God is power, supremacy.
Wars will march while destruction is near.
Y chromosome is a hitch, glitch, draw back.
If doesn’t underestimate the losses hark.
The Y has atomic bomb in self.
Can destroy all arcs, by blinking lark.
The Y will destroy the whole, with holy earth.
Since he thinks himself, will not be hurt.
Criminal black dot on Y to be crushed.
Before the universe can in, be dump after lash.
Sylva Portoian,MD
November 16, 2006
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* reed: plants, sounds, souls
See Obama as a White!
Can you see Obama as a white?
Dream of Him as a White
Forget his face as a dark
Enter his mind
To know what he lore and lard
He is dark…
Has brain cells are crystal clear
Honesty shines of his eyes
Like his mother’s heart
Smiley, soft, of Dunham’s Land
Has Love’s to his country
Like his granny and dad
Sounds all clear,
Why you see him
Dark yet hard?
Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber, MD
February 2008
See Obama as a White!
Can you see Obama as a white?
Dream of Him as a White
Forget his face as a dark
Enter his mind
To know what he lore and lard
He is dark…
Has brain cells are crystal clear
Honesty shines of his eyes
Like his mother’s heart
Smiley, soft, of Dunham’s Land
Has Love’s to his country
Like his granny and dad
Sounds all clear,
Why you see him
Dark yet hard?
Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber,MD
February 2008
See Obama as a White!
Can you see Obama as a white?
Dream of Him as a White
Forget his face as a dark
Enter his mind
To know what he lore and lard
He is dark…
Has brain cells are crystal clear
Honesty shines of his eyes
Like his mother’s heart
Smiley, soft, of Dunham’s Land
Has Love’s to his country
Like his granny and dad
Sounds all clear,
Why you see him
Dark yet hard?
Sylva-MD-Poetry
February 2008
Inauguration Day
Is wintry day
The sun prevails, wintery rays
Clouds watching moments
Were waiting since decades
Something in sky changed
For something extra ordinary
State in credit crunch
Yet everyone insisting to feel happy
Populace celebrating
It is their wanted day
Exhaling the pains
Of past centuries
When populace wants
Nothing impossible
The events should respond
As populace lathed oat
It populace day, humans’ right day
They smashed the genes of tyranny
Teaching every spirit
That no one should be slave
Every mother birthing spirit
Bearing months in dark space
Wants his beloved to breathe clean air,
Playing, rhyming, and dancing in liberty.
January 20, 2009
Sassounian Soulful article and Walter Scott poem (1771-1832)*
Stimulated me to write, Stanzas from our never-ending pain.
Walter Scott’s Poem* ‘Foldden Battle’ and Armenian Genocide
If Walter Scott did not forget the Foldden Battle (1513)
And he wrote his major work ‘Marmion’(1808)—
Which past more than three-hundred years on that canning event.
In Scotland: in his grand-grand-grand father’s land.
Where he was unbirthed yet.
It seems he heard battle stories in his mother’s womb!
How can Armenians’ forget their genocide (1915-1923)?
Where the clever genes of Armenians savagely smashed.
Now what left, are sample of their populace genes.
In spite of all slaughtered
brains**,
They continue giving to the world
Endless arts, inventions...
“How an ancient race can forget their crushed skulls still in Anatolian land weeplessly yells.”
How humanity can accept such unfair tragedies,
Where no one can sense smashed human dendrites.
Even Arab Bedouins’ offspring know all the stories and some remember
their beautiful dedicated Armenian grandmothers faces
With their mental and physical scars from Turkish scimitars.
While so called Christian civilized MP’s
and congressional representatives
on innocent Armenians’ crushed skulls politically dance,
enjoying their drink and dine.
Attending ceremonies, shaping their wrinkled faces with
expensive colorful surgical make-ups,
I can see, all will vanish if they remain ignoring every human right.
Sylva-MD-Poetry
February 11, 2010
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*Walter Scott’s Stanza, ‘Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive’
Now I can understand why Scottish Parliament recognized Armenian genocide and English Parliament not yet!!!
** It is evident that 75% of Armenian in their Anatolia (Armenian land) vanished.
However, their ruined churches are still there without Church bells.
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