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Vae victis! Her quick eyes spy out the field.
Reconnoitred, the foe's dispositions have been noted,
quantified, assessed. The forces of order
and tidiness, in neat array,
perfect their alignment, await onslaught.
The sentinels stand guard:
A pot of jam, a jar of marmalade are emplaced
on the strategic salient of the dining-room table.
In battle-dress, knives, forks and spoons,
the infantry, have been fully mobilized. Now battle!
The moment's silence is conflict's omen.
Certain of the issue, she advances,
knowing all order is as brief as day,
while primal Chaos ruled
when all was void.
She crawls towards an unwary footstool,
a defenceless lone straggler near the door.
This, with one fell blow knocked out,
her target would now appear to be the oak sideboard.
With a sideways reel, the feint is over.
Blitzkrieg is launched on the dining-room table,
the heart of enemy operations. She tugs
the table-cloth; a pepper-bomb descends,
inducing heavy sneezing fits
(didn't they outlaw biological warfare?)
Thus repulsed, she makes for the paper-stand;
papers, magazines, ordered by number, edition or day,
take heavy poundings till they lie scattered,
littered on the floor.
The main assault no longer brooks delay! She tugs again -
the infantry charge down.
They miss the mark but make a hellish din.
With head well positioned for cover, she tugs
a third time, and with a mighty splut
the jam-jars teeter, topple and tumble,
and tumblers crash down with deafening jars.
With jammy hands, the victress daubs the walls,
and in triumph commemorates her feat.
By the shindy wakened, Father stalks in,
his face like that of Jupiter tonans
before the fatal blow.
Her sunny smiles pierce the dismal gloom -
O double conquest! Did Gaul, cowering
to the gore-drenched blade, love Caesar,
the British tribes, defeated, bless Agricola?
What smiles leave hard a little tear
makes tender as a lamb, and Dad,
a willing captive to her wiles, gives in -
surrender unconditional.
And Mum?
She'll do the mopping up, of course!
Part Two
shrinking you again within our ruwai
though always fearing, always cringeing at the thought
of the day
when his brothers would come in numbers
bearing fire-spitting engines
over the sodden earth
in search of you
« My people… my PEOPLE…
Will avenge this dastardly deed…
This foul and bloody deed ! »
I have not slept these past years
And Anjang heaves murmuring in a strange tongue
I cannot understand
« But then, do not forget you murdered too
for someone else’s cause
down from 5th Corps at Lasah !»
« Remember what you wrote your parents :
‘Now if I become a Temiar
by marriage
there would be no barriers.
I would be party then to their most intimate secrets.
TOHAT NA MED: SAKA SENOI SELAMAT !’ »
NOTES
Patrick Noone, a British anthropologist, discovered the Ple-Temiar tribe living isolated in the jungle highlands in the State of Perak on the west coast of the Malayan peninsula in the early nineteen-thirties. The tribe was so cut away from civilization that the notion of crime did not exist in their society. The shaman leader of the tribe welcomed « Pat » and gave him his sixteen-year old daughter Anjang in mariage. She was betrothed to Uda, a young Temiar. Unable to bear the separation, Uda murdered Pat - the very first crime in their history. This poem – one of the cantos – commemorates this event.
Glossary of Ple-Temiar terms
ruwai : group protective soul of the Temiar community.
gunig : the guiding soul of the Temiar shaman which often takes the shape of a tiger.
buloh seworr : (Malay) the best of the blow-pipe bamboo to be found on the slopes of the high mountains in Ulu Perak.
Tohat na med : saka senoi selamat ! : Our Master is well : the Senoi country is safe !
saka : each Temiar community’s agricultural domain.
halak : shaman
rokap : a tree whose branches are especially tough.
ladang : the land on which shifting cultivation is practised.
chinchem : the Temiar shaman’s dance learnt in a dream from his gunig (cf.).
© T. Wignesan, 1977 (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983)
we all have our ups and downs
enjoyed in lesser detail on the upswing
and greater granularity on the corresponding
and subsequent regress to various terrors
the trick is to not obsess and get conned
into the notion of a salvation delivered
by the hand of some Babylonian phantom
all you gotta do is put 2 and 2 together
though finding a 2 that is worth a nickel
could take you an entire youth and middle age
just to get the broken pieces lined up
into a mosaic resembling tomorrow
minus the short circuit spitting sparks
and the usual fluidity of meaning
which will blind-curse your attention
until all air has leaked from the safari tire
until a burst of ketchup feeds the dingo chorus
with a mustard happy face smiling bright
down upon the tree stumps and gravestones
and we all light our farts around the camp fire
to keep our metabolism from turning to Jell-O
allowing the completion of our assignment
to exceed every limit and come back alive
in my case they recovered a hand and an eye
after an encounter with an interstate hauler
freighting a load of maniacal rodents
destined for the blasphemous inventory
at mad Dr. Belknap's zoological mystery garden
Belknap perpetually mourned the loss of spring
funneled his urge for diemortality as he termed it
into a series of undecorous vocal exercises
that often and here found their way into print
but his laboratory marginalia were in tatters
contents time after time eroded away by betrayal
a price placed by lot upon the head of justice
pegged to the free fall of every banker's dollar
making the shadows thick with ignorance
and the tapping telegraph's tremorous alert
arch culprit hopping the Cannonball Express
a Wall St. carte blanche under one arm
and a refrigerated carton of celestial telepathy
under the other in an act of subtle befuddlement
me and the banshee boys waylaid him
in the struggle from birth to now
and I wear his watch around my neck
so he commemorates every swallow
Eid ul Azha
Eid ul Azha takes place on the 10th of Zil Hajj.
Eid-ul-Adha marks the end of Hajj, the sacred pilgrimage to the Holy city of Mecca.
The Hajj to Mecca is a once-in-a-lifetime obligation upon male and female adults whose health and means permit it.
Abraham was instructed by Allah, in a dream, to raise the foundations of Holy Kaaba,the most sacred shrine in Mecca.
God revealed in a dream to Abraham to sacrifice his son Isma’il.
Abrahim and Isma’il set off to Mina for the sacrifice.
As they went, the devil attempted to lead Abraham astray by disobeying God and not to sacrifice his beloved son.
But Abraham remained unfaltered in his decision and true to God, and drove the devil away.
As Abraham prepared to kill his son, God stopped him and gave him a sheep to sacrifice instead.
So it is Popularly known as the Festival of Sacrifice
This Muslim holiday Eid-ul-Azha commemorates Prophet Abraham’s unselfish act of sacrificing(Qurbani) his own son to the One God, Allah.
The festival reminds everyone of the mercy and benefits bestowed upon mankind by Allah.
On Eid ul Azha many muslims come together with love and without a grudge.
Families sacrifice an animal and feed the poor and needy people .
And exchange greetings with the neighbours next door,family and friends also.
People who are away from the Holy pilgrimage, Hajj, also carry out this traditional sacrifice.
We go to the Mosques in our best clothes.
But first we sure we are clean from our head to our toes.
On People visit each other's homes and partake in festive meals with special dishes, beverages, and desserts.
Children receive gifts and sweets on this happy occasion.
This day I am ever so grateful being blessed Creature of God Almighty.
So we can truly conclude
Eid is always a blessed day
Filled with joy and blessing I must say.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
American Gentleman
He’s obsessed with Industry and Commerce:
He commemorates it by sniffing iron fillings,
Masticating rusty nuts and bolts and hooks
Which he then washes down
With a pint of crude oil!
Gas stirs Life in his impious Heart and Spirit:
He roast a steak of beef with a Cutting Torch
Slice bread and buns with a jagged Hacksaw
Then brushes russet dentures
With brass Wire Brush!
He’s a Lover of Ammunition and fast Guns
Smoking Pipe is a butt of an up-turned Pistol
Virginia Tobacco is laced with gun powder
That is force-filled in the void butt chamber...
He enjoys jerking by the recoil
Of exploding smoke!
He’s infatuated quite easily and quite deeply;
He then endeavours to arrest the lewdness
Donning rusty zinc or aluminium underwear
Yet, the vicinity has children
Who look like him!
He’s a Lover of Horses, bruited near and abroad
With which he employs strange experiments
To bestow him overzealous human children
Without “complaining” mothers
For endless war abroad!
Brave Conqueror, Vanquisher of fast renown
Who lives more in the wild abroad than Home
Rattling famished sabres and hungry swords
Carrying him round the World;
Ship, Plane and All!
Arriving at the Port from his interminable wars
Vaunted “Peacemaker” boots dripping gore
One of the ardent coteries whispers in his ear:
“Hearken to the lily-white Statue of Liberty!”
“I’m an American Gentleman,
“The French donated it!”
JM
21st Oct’ 2013
Also known as May Eve, May Day, and Walpurgis Night, happens at the beginning of May. It celebrates the height of Spring and the flowering of life.
Colors are the Rainbow spectrum. Beltane is a festival of flowers, fertility, sensuality, and delight. Selena Fox
In the cosmic blast, eternal fires create the cosmos.
An incensed mind is like a tarot deck close.
Awareness of human feelings' everlasting nature
soul-igniting, head-raising, flame-purifying feature
Beltane, a Pagan festival, goes by the name of May Day.
It occurs between the equinoxes of Ostara and Litha.
The festival commemorates spring in the best way.
An event tied firmly with fertility in the pagan era
It occurs three hours after the sun has set.
worn a wild beast to depict earth, fire, water, or air.
Toasting nature, life, and future by fire dance minuet.
A fairly grim festival that may aim out of a dare
Event held in 2020 during the COVID-19 shutdown.
Had put all who participated in the COVID threat.
I feel it is unfair, as holy sites are closed in each town.
It is not moral to leave others out of this event yet.
The keenness amid the eternal inner stillness
Ignites God's everlasting flame upon reality.
I travel in the light of heavenly happiness.
which is the vowed road to the vivid hall of deity.
Written: March 04, 2023
Which fire is eternal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
May it be summer, winter, spring or fall?
The bee hangs around the beautiful roses forevermore,
What is the whisper in that romantic buzz?
I would like know.
The mystic Papiha love birds live in pairs,
When one dies, the other drowns itself,
What are the vows they made?
I would like to know.
The flock of migratory birds’ roams in blue sky,
If they miss one, the entire flock desperately looks for one,
What is the language of such an intimate communication?
I would like to know.
For real, there lived a unique duck with crown on his head,
He spent many years with one companion, swimming, fishing, adoring each other, in a manmade lake,
Alas, one day the companion duck was found dead,
The Duck will sit on the banks, starving, staring at the water, waiting to find his mate amongst other ducks,
He found another companion for a while, Love did not resonate, he was back on the banks,
Till one day he was found dead looking for his love,
I would like to know the promises he made; the love legend city commemorates.
May it be hot summer nights or the humid rainy nights?
Thousands of crickets sing their melodious tune whole night,
How they match their tune in one pitch of love song,
I would like to know.
I would like to know the language of love,
Which may not have script, but is the song of hearts.
At Christmas when earth is laden with snow
The world sparkles with a silvery glow
There is an exuberant atmosphere
Of peace, hope and an abundance of cheer.
Bright paper chains hung across the ceiling
Stirring the elating festive feeling
Fir trees magically decorated
An annual custom throughout the ages.
Come all people, o’er the earth
Share the glory of Christ’s birth.
Standing below street lamps, carol singing
The jubilant sounds of church bells ringing
Children waiting with anticipation
Santa’s visit to their habitation.
Chocolate coins displayed upon the tree
The little Father Christmas handkerchief
Placed inside stockings filled with candy treats
For the children, when rousing from their sleep.
Come all people, o’er the earth
Share the glory of Christ’s birth.
Family and friends share the special day
That commemorates Jesus Christ’s birthday
Joyfully merry, all day long they sing
In honouring Jesus, born King of Kings.
In a manger Mary's baby boy lay
Nestled gently on a bed made of hay
Angels watched o’er Jesus day and night
The child who was sent to shine Godly Light.
Come all people, o’er the earth
Share the glory of Christ’s birth.
As the holy season commemorates revelations of scriptures,
Sacred flame burning within, reinvigorates soul’s intellect,
Steering away from the fallible, toward realms of perfect,
Away from servitude of wealth, to caring for less-fortunate;
Empowering wisdom, vying sapience of enlightenment,
Inspiring collaboration in sanctity of spiritual exchange,
Rejecting overtures nescient, engaged in narrowness,
That confine humanity in fallacies unwitting, misguided.
In domains of self-reflection, repentance, and forgiveness,
Voice of indifference cedes to psalms compassionate,
As defective acts vow to mend ways, yearning for flawless;
Remorseful and empathetic, eying benevolence of solace.
From teachings of awakening, from sagacity of harmony,
Cognitive minds seek insights, transcendent in epiphany,
Propelling life toward enrichment in peace and congruity,
Vying spheres beyond the ordinary, edified in tranquility.
From sanctum of souls, depths of hearts, bells-pious chime,
Tolling expressions of kindness, echoing prayers sublime,
Celebrating precious gift of life, grateful for glory of divine,
As lanterns ethereal guide humanity, through reign of time.
Juneteenth
June...back in nineteen-fifty eight, just sixty years ago,
Unknown to me, nine hundred miles away in the mid-South,
Never did I think of anything that would foreshadow...
Equal rights for me...denied to people of black color.
The waiting rooms and restrooms, solely marked as black or white:
Extremes prevailed with front and back seats taken on a bus;
Enjoying drinks from water fountains...marked, which one was right.
Nothing at home prepared me for those bigotries and 'hates'
That shocked me then, just newly married, moving with my spouse.
How could this be...in this, our land of free...United States?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Juneteenth
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 07/15/2018
Juneteenth, also known as Juneteenth Independence Day or Freedom Day, is an American holiday that commemorates the June 19, 1865, announcement of the abolition of slavery in the U.S. state of Texas, and more generally the emancipation of enslaved African-Americans throughout the former Confederacy of the southern United States. Ref. Wikipedia