Long Campaigns Poems
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Shapur I, Wise King of the Simurgh Kingdom, and friend of Mani
The King of Kings of Iran and non-Iran, the sun of many
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death, the road of any
Recalling his life of war campaigns, stone monuments and plenty
Recalling his support and talks with Mani, though his heart was in doubt
Now he knew that the blazing flame, that guided him, was going out
Wondering why he believed Oromazd and Ahriman were brothers
Why he worshipped fire, for soon his fate will end in painful fires
Remembering how he dismissed the teachings of the lotus flowers
Mani’s gift of Persian honey, that he did not taste, like others
Ready for the chariot of burning flames, his friends started to weep
He sunk down into his soft bed, and fell into the clutches of sleep
“A voice calling from the Eastern Steppe, “Prepare the way for the Light
Make straight, open paths to the Light, dwelling in the heights above the height
Valleys will be made low, heavens will open, all in a king’s sight
The world will shake, and the world will be bathed in moonlight and in sunlight””
These are the words the angels prophesied about Shapur the King
Shapur before his sleep faintly chuckled at this, praying and wishing `
Shapur I came again, forgetting his former self and wish
But had dreams of the Just Judge, sitting just above a pond of pearlfish
“You allowed every flower in your vast land to grow and flourish
You were the sun shining indiscriminately on all plants and fish
And cared for that seven petal lotus in your garden and court
Though in the past, you politely declined to give your heart’s full support”
War crimes
against nations
are like pandemics
against people
And our neighborly places,
homes,
nests
and burrows,
organic host bodies
and soil
and living waters;
sacred spaces,
cathedrals for worshiping integrity
of health
becoming synergistically wealthy
Unlike militarized campaigns
against public health,
devoid of respect
for sacredly shared peace
and EarthJustice
Full of monoculturally diminishing
demolishing
destroying
Virally spreading across widely inclusive victims
of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
unable to contemplate
our own Critical AnthroRace and Gender Experience
of abuse and neglect
including people,
but also plants,
and our biosystemic
formerly healthy planet.
PTSD is an equal opportunity unemployer,
bringing long-term mental/spiritual health issues
to police,
militarized soldiers
following nationalism's Patriarchal-Capitalist
apartisan line
of war propaganda
more invasively effective
for diminishing humanity
through inciting anger
and inviting fear
Ignoring tools for peace-making
through nonviolent communication
actively hoping to restore
climates and cultures of justice,
To engage public health democracy
for environmental peace
and robust integrity
Regenerating
polycultural EarthTribe wealth
Secretions of polyvagal sacred neural memory
prescribing anciently indigenous health
is also EarthWealth
re-engages peace
through polypathic wisdom
Preferring resonantly polyphonic peace gardens,
resilient wilderness sanctuaries,
sun-drenched surf sounding beaches
Hunting grounds,
vacation
and recreation destinations
for seagulls
Unfamiliar with war
and PTSD
and fascist crimes against healthcare.
The Silent Legion
Tucked into closets both near and away,
Amidst cedar planks, now alee of the fray,
Rest class A’s once borne on frames
Straight and young.
A legion of aging uniforms hold fast
Fading ribbons of campaigns past,
Honoring selfless acts inked indelibly
Upon the wounded minds.
This suit of my country is not kept to don
But to never forget the inseparable bond,
Forged in grave times by young men
Who held the lives of each for the other.
Oh, to once again form ranks with all of us
Who were once that Unum from the Pluribus
And rise to the call of cadence, sung sharp and clear,
Holding sway o're a platoon of ground-crunching boots.
My faithful ones, my brothers-gray,
You did not shy from the call to obey
The just tradition of those who stood
Their watch in the shield of freedom.
You fought for liberty on Concord Green and Lexington,
Belleau Wood and the Marne, Normandy and Iwo Jima; Inchon
And Chosin, Ia Drang and Khe Sanh; (a Cold War twice inflamed)
From Ramadi to Nuristan, and places unnamed.
When our flag is on parade and some take a knee,
The Red, White and Blue is the veteran’s guarantee
Paid for with the Sacrifice, Courage, and Honor
Of those whose remains they dishonor.
It is to you America and the world owe thanks,
(Steadfast guardians of freedom’s frailty)
For now your sons and daughters join ranks,
Defending liberty with life,
And risking return interred amidst cedar planks.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2020
New York state is paying 20 cents for gloves that normally cost less than five cents, $7.50 for masks that normally go for 50 cents, $2,795 for infusion pumps that normally cost half that, $248,841 for a portable X-ray machine that typically sells for $30,000 to $80,000.
Who's pocketing all this? An array of producers, importers, wholesalers and speculators. State laws against price gouging usually don't apply to government purchases.
Some of it may be finding its way into this fall's election campaigns. The veteran Republican fundraiser Mike Gula and Republican political operative John Thomas just started a company selling coronavirus testing kits, personal protective equipment and other "hard to find medical supplies to beat the outbreak". They call themselves "the largest global network of Covid-19 medical suppliers".
Asked how he'd found such equipment, Gula explained: "I have relationships with a lot of people."
Thomas added: "In politics - especially if you're at a high enough level - you are one phone call away from anybody in the world."
A descension of value bows night scenes,
the purple canopy edges its hoist,
spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen,
Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced.
A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a date with the courts.
Locals aid their tally, most from afar,
It is nature's clock, all good things must end,
fly north to breed, and brood, and up to par,
A month's here, till next year, that's how the trend.
Awnings grey, triumphant stirs, the tension,
inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension.
I saw an old wagon wheel in the antique store the other day.
What type of vehicle it must have conveyed, I couldn't really say,
But I let my imagination roam as I studied the old wheel,
And pondered its odyssey and what secrets it might reveal.
Its iron tire was pitted and rusted due to age.
The wooden spokes were intact but their age was hard to gauge.
Its diameter was about five feet and its tread six inches wide.
Ah, if it could only speak to me, its mysteries to confide!
Could it have carried a pioneer family in a Conestoga wagon west,
With the anticipation of a new beginning in their relentless quest!
It with other wagon wheels rutted well-worn trails along the way,
And traces of those treacherous routes are seen to this very day!
Could it have graced an army lorry drawn by cantankerous mules,
Driven by a pugnacious trooper to deliver hay, grub and tools?
The wear and tear was evident due to many military campaigns,
Crossing perilous rivers, mountain heights and endless arid plains.
Or could it have borne a farmer's wagon as he plied his trade,
Hauling crops of wheat, corn and oats once the harvest was made?
Oh, the many miles it endured through the mud, dust and snow!
I left the store still musing about its odyssey of so very long ago.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
I love this planet
The environment I hold dear
I say no to Oil
I say no to Plastic
I say no to Garbage
I say NO NO NO to carbon
Oh the trees breathe carbon?
I will have to look into that Ted!
I say no to meat
Those animals are carbon monsters
We all should hug this planet
Preserve this global biosphere for our children dear
You all must cut back
All of you
You may not pick and chose
What fits your fancy
No more vacations away for you
No more cars
No more planes
No more Computers or high speed trains
No more deodorant
It’s all passe
Clean air is my right, so all of you stop
I shall preach to you this, day in and out
I shall scold you for polluting about
I shall travel the globe, by air you see
To warn you all of the carbon to be
I need to fly, my time is important
My family comes first, but that’s only me
You must make sacrifice
All of you there
I spend your Carbon credits
Flying in the air!!!
Yours truly
Pascal Husting
Green Peace
One of Greenpeace’s most senior executives, Pascal Hunting commutes 400 kilometers each way to work by plane, the environmental group has admitted. The flights, costing about $365 return, are paid by Greenpeace, even though it campaigns to cut air travel, arguing that the growth in flying “is ruining our chances of stopping dangerous climate change.”
Notes: Of course I am for the environment, who isn’t? Time to stop blaming big corporations and even governments, even though they should do more, here’s a novel idea, if you don’t use it, they will go bankrupt trying to sell it! As for Pollution, if you are having a heart attack, a bandage on your thumb doesn’t do a bit of good. Solutions are complex and not as black and white as some make you to believe.
Remember when we 'matured' and went off to college
And they classified all us guys as wimps or as jocks
The latter got the girls, the press and the glory
While the former were ridiculed, scorned and mocked
And though we took courses to become
Lawyers, accountants or docs
Half of us wound up on Wall Street
Trading bonds, options or stocks
A few of us joined the Army
For campaigns like "Awe and Shock"
Many more became computer specialists
Who liked to think outside the box
Yes, there were those who found cures
For diseases like hepatitis and chicken pox
Others who delved into eternal mysteries
Like Saturn's rings or the vernal equinox
But now we're on the brink of retirement
We've had our fair share of hard knocks
We've decided it's finally time to relax---
To enjoy eating creamcheese on bagels with lox
She calls me on the weekend when there’s something that she needs,
Like I might be inclined to do a favor.
I know she’ll only use me till she’s gotten what she wants
Then spit me out like gum that’s lost its flavor.
But what the hell, it’s no big deal,
Just drop the phone and let her pitch a fit. I quit!
She’s got a brutal temper when she’s hanging on the line
And tries to twist the facts to her advantage.
She fashions her PR campaigns of rhetoric and lies,
Intending to inflict some mortal damage.
But they’re just words, not sticks and stones.
Her ranting doesn’t bother me a bit. I quit!
Her diamond’s on her right hand like a trophy that she’s earned
For twenty years of being inconvenienced,
Symbolic of accomplishments in anything but love,
With my distress among her great achievements.
But I don’t care, it’s just a ring.
And I can say I’ve gotten over it. I quit!
Political campaigns all take a similar path.
They start out with such noble goals;
bring democracy back to the people,
take corruption out of the process.
Time to give all parties due process,
bring fairness back into the fold.
But then the realities set in.
Running a campaign costs money;
“Brother can you spare a twenty?”
Need to find hundreds of write-in votes
if the committee will allow them in.
Leadership already has their favorite picked.
Inevitable corruption seeps in,
power posturing and majority rule
to enforce ultimate control over it all.
Two stooges emerge, and one wins out.
With the financial influencers and horse-trading,
any actual good done for the public at large
seems accidental, ephemeral good fortune
for the actual benefit of all society.
Everything else is just “Me, me and me,”