‘The Devil and the Koch Brothers’ – a poem by Danny Faragher with artwork by Michael Cano

July 20, 2016 in Happenings, Of the World, Poetry, Thoughts

The Devil and the Koch Brothers

The Devil dined with the Brothers Koch.The Devil and the Koch Brothers
“Boys,” he said. “I like your style…
“You pull those strings behind a cloak
“And embrace the darkness with a smile.”

The Brothers drank the wine and dreamed
A dream of empires rich and vast.
And with their dinner guest they schemed
And gave a toast to oil and gas.

“The meal’s on me.” the Devil said.
“I’ll see you boys in the ‘by and by’.”
And there was scarcely a moment’s dread
Or thought of the camel and the needle’s eye

 

On the writing of this poem:

I composed this piece in 2011. At that time the Koch Brothers were still pretty much flying under the radar.
I was puzzled as to what motivated them. How much more does one need? I would think that with age a person
would grow more tolerant and philosophical.  After all you can’t take it with you. David and Charles Koch, however,  seem to have carried their  craving
for power and riches well into their final years. The Faustian scenario popped into my head.

I decided to write it as a rhyming ballad, using  the quick rhythm of say… Coleridge’s ‘Kublai Khan’.  The conversation is all on the Devil’s
part (the silver tongued gent). I enjoyed closing it out with a biblical reference.

On the artwork:

Michael and I have collaborated on a number of pieces. His visual illustration is always original and provocative.
I am particularly knocked out by the art here.  With just a few suggestions –  among them that I wanted the Devil to be attractive and
human- he took the ball and ran with it. The idea of the Kochs having hand puppet bodies is marvelous . Michael’s wife, Patsy Faragher (my sister)
provided the inspiration for the scorpion-tailed cornucopia and also shot the photo. I am proud to say this project has been a family affair.
May there be many more in the future.

Love and Harmony,
Danny Faragher

The Red and the Black – a poem dedicated to the memory of Alison Parker

September 3, 2015 in Of the World, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

the red and the black

young vibrant soul
in red skirt and
black top
if only we could
push the pause button,
freeze life’s frame,
and keep horror
at bay

red was the color
she wore…
red
for energy, passion,
embracing the world

black was the color
she wore…
black
for the mysterious,
the unknowable

red was
the blood that flowed
unstanched
in its final
ebbing tide

black is
the empty void
that gapes where
sunlight once
danced and played

such a senseless
act is beyond
our understanding.

the image of her
life affirming
smile is not

with black
we mourn the life
taken

with red
we remember the life
lived

 

white peacock

July 1, 2014 in Nature's Backyard, Of the World, Poetry, Reflections

white peacock

 

 

white peacock

a white feathered peacock
meanders down a garden lane
in solitary gait

he tiptoes on the edge of a world
where beauty is defined by one’s color
he walks alone