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Call me a fool;
But there's a frisson of fear
And my nerves get frazzled
When I think of Fat Men and Little Boys
Breeding like flies.
Tiny specks in the sky
Promising balmy sun
Soon free-fall.
A spark of a fulminate -
Fission unfizzled
Nuclear unclear
A thousand suns ablaze, not splendid.
A holocaust unleashed from above.
I hate mushroom soup
Especially if they are in a cloud.
And why does the Buddha smile?
Notes:
Fat Man , Little Boy - Fission Bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima on 9th and 6th Aug 1945 respectively
Smiling Buddha - Name of India's first Atomic Bomb tested on 18 May 1974
Whether it's the waves that are rising high at Half Moon Bay;
Or low tides flowing across the soft sands of Ocean Beach;
Or the ever-present sound of seagulls dancing with the winds;
Or from the Cliff House watching ships sail through the Golden Gate;
Or my kids and I getting splashed by high tides on a Sunday afternoon;
My brain is in tune with the tides, and I hear the fog horns, but my heart
is wondering about the ship that's just arriving from the Far East loaded with
'Made In China" products replacing what used to be made in America.
My heart pains for the underpaid workers sweating to deliver to us 'low prices'. My heart dares to ask, "Do we care how this was made and who
made it?" My heart and I stare at each other as I sit speechless, never answering my heart.
Although I cannot see Pearl Harbor, I know that it's over there and my heart
aches for the families of the thousands of soldiers who lost their lives there.
And beyond Pearl Harbor, there lies Nagasaki and Hiroshima in Japan where the atomic bombs were dropped. Oh, as I watch the ever-changing tidal waves with my eyes, I cannot begin to describe my heart's feeling about all these heartbreaking events and so many more as I look across the Pacific. Notwithstanding, there's an ocean of irony because the sea sights are awesome and the sounds are soothing to my heart.
Brother Iran
by Michael R. Burch
Brother Iran, I feel your pain.
I feel it as when the Turk fled Spain.
As the Jew fled, too, that constricting span,
I feel your pain, Brother Iran.
Brother Iran, I know you are noble!
I too fear Hiroshima and Chernobyl.
But though my heart shudders, I have a plan,
and I know you are noble, Brother Iran.
Brother Iran, I salute your Poets!
your Mathematicians!, all your great Wits!
O, come join the earth’s great Caravan.
We’ll include your Poets, Brother Iran.
Brother Iran, I love your Verse!
Come take my hand now, let’s rehearse
the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
For I love your Verse, Brother Iran.
Bother Iran, civilization’s Flower!
How high flew your towers in man’s early hours!
Let us build them yet higher, for that’s my plan,
civilization’s first flower, Brother Iran.
Published by MahMag (translated into Farsi by Mahnaz Badihian), Other Voices International, Thanal Online (India), Deviant Art, Portal Vapasin (Farsi)
My Worst Enemy Is Anger
On the fire of anger I burned alone,
With dust of anxiety and a heart of stone.
Rage broke the peace of my beloved kingdom,
And left me wandering, lost and numb.
Like history did when two cities fell,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki knew that hell.
Buried in dust, in fire’s cruel breath,
Humanity died in a second of death.
Terrifying rays turned day to night,
Everything to ashes in one white light.
Generations faced the weight of rage,
A scar written on time’s own page.
Poisoned skies became a nightmare cover,
Anger destroyed what love could never.
In one decision, worlds were torn,
And innocence was left forlorn.
Yet one tree remained, its roots held tight,
A ginkgo standing through endless night.
No leaves, no hope, but still it grew,
A quiet vow that life breaks through.
So I lay down anger, my worst enemy,
And choose the green where I am free.
From ash and sorrow, let mercy bloom —
Let healing, not rage, fill every room.
Listen here!
I am hurting up all over
Lying here undiscovered
Papparazzi cumulus are jostling in my street
God is taking photos of the remnants of His sheep
Climbing footholds and gripping on the rungs
Heaving and panting I'm a-aching in my lungs
Ascend this twisted ladder of my helix
I'm not the father of this mutant DNA
Help me Hiroshima,make it go away
Panties on the washline hip-hopping in the air
Headbanging jackets dancing with no hair
I tried to speak , stutter, spitting out the truth
Joy the dormant factor in my spittle and my sperm
Followed you through crooked mile
Tracked you through the non-return
Nowhere to go now, just following my feet
Like an unpaid hooker walking on her beat
Oh, my bedside lamp begs the question mark
I do not want to hear
Sprinkled in baptism
Ah! Salvation ...hanging in the air
-the petrichor of rain
Nuclear in Norway
Should the Russian army occupy Northerner Norway, they know the way
Last time they came and helped chase the Nazi army out and freed us was in 1945
Russia was popular after the war, Stalin was called Uncle Joe
This scared the USA it quickly sent the Marshal aid
there was a geo-political shift despite open borders
Relentless propaganda made Russians into monsters, but despite this, the borders were kept open
Norway is now embraced in the arms of the US/NATO yes it is the same thing they have 17 bases mostly up North
but has few troops to speak of, should the Russki come
there will be no help from Sweden, is not attacked
and declare neutrality as they did in the Nazi war
The North of Norway is within the Arctic Circle and thanks to the golf current, has ice-free harbors, the best of all the North- pole is only a stone's throw away from the pole
of political interest for bigger nations
What will the US do if they can't shift the occupiers of a rich little country, full of oil and minerals?
Will Norway become the first nation nuked since
Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan
what goes around comes around so they say
atomic particles head to the shores
some afraid of an uncertain outcome
will plankton, fish, and kelp be destroyed
the chain of food for man interrupted
will the ocean’s food be radioactive
will it be deformed, grotesque, dangerous
humans who eat the nuclear exposed
slowly develop disease or mutations
at least one hundred years for the clearance
sixty-six years after the atomic bomb
was dropped on Hiroshima, an accident
spilling nuclear waste sends outcries to stop
what goes around comes around so they say
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Global Poetry
Topic: The Nuclear Leak/The Impact On Land And Sea
Einstein's Brain
Gifted genius, Newtonian spoiler,
Physicist, and Nobel Prize winner,
And a pacifist whose formula and theory
On energy and quantum mechanics
Advances the scientific community
In the development of nuclear weaponry
By unraveling the atomic enigma,
Leading to the bombing of Hiroshima.
In letters to FDR, Einstein expounds
On possible German research into atomic bombs.
This convinces the U.S.A. to initiate
The Manhattan Project nuclear weapons race.
Somewhere in his meditative thinking,
Einstein’s life has no destiny, only being.
His preserved brain is dissected and analyzed
And reported as human with no hidden secrets.
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Notes:
1 Albert Einstein(1879–1955): Albert Einstein was a world-renowned theoretical physicist known for his theory of general relativity and mass-energy equivalence (E=mc2).
2 Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR) (1882–1945): Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the 32nd President of the United States of America from 1933 to 1945.
3 Einstein’s letter to FDR: On August 2, 1939, a letter drafted by Leó Szilárd (1898–1964) and signed by Albert Einstein was addressed and sent to FDR (the then-president of the U.S.A.). The letter warned the United States of America of possible German research and development of an atomic bomb. It further went on to urge the U.S.A. to do the same and develop an atomic bomb before Nazi Germany. This prompted President Roosevelt to take action, which would eventually lead to the Manhattan Project.
4 Manhattan Project: The “Manhattan Project” was the code name for the secretive World War II undertaking by the Americans (with British and Canadian consent and contribution) to develop and produce the world’s first nuclear weapon. On July 16, 1945, the first atomic bomb was detonated at the Alamogordo, New Mexico, test facility in the United States.
5 Albert Einstein attributed quotes:
i) “Had I known that the Germans would not succeed in producing an atomic bomb, I would have never lifted a finger.”
ii) “There is neither evolution nor destiny, only being.”
Interviewer:
What is the original name for your island chain now called Bikini?
What happened to it?
What has it become here and now?
What is your future?
Bikini Atoll:
Well where do I begin?
We have been assaulted from the very beginning.
The name for the island is 'Pikinni',
meaning a "flat surface of coconuts".
German colonials corrupted this to the offensive name 'Bikini'.
Less than 200 people lived here originally.
Perhaps because we were so few to matter, and so isolated,
our beautiful island was chosen as the site for
multiple nuclear bomb tests,
including the mighty 'Bravo' which was 1000 times
more powerful than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima,
The Japanese name of which means 'wide island' .
Our beautiful island was destroyed, all but obliterated.
We cannot go back there for countless generations to come
because the dangerous radiation lingers long and fades so slowly.
We tried to go back once, it looked so lovely
as the coconuts gathered again, on the clean atoll beaches
but the hidden radiation made us sick, and we had to leave.
My people of Pikinni want to return to their homeland,
but their hope is frustrated with despair.
The price my people paid is immeasurable and never ending.
Here is their lament:
Why choose Pikinni to blow up with your bombs?
What did we ever do to you?
All we wanted was to live in peace
in paradise here on our
lovely island atoll far away from it all.
Instead you blew us up, left your lingering scourge
of radiation, hidden away and deadly.
While our island has recovered its beauty
and externally became
paradise on earth once again, it is forever unlivable.
Go to hell and stay there forever for
what you have done to Pikinni
and its refugees living in foreign
lands unable to return!
The river of our relentless tears lies collected
within the green coconuts strewn
on the sands of Pikinni atoll,
on our 'flat surface of coconuts',
on our home
on our one and only land.
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016