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The tip of the fur tree sticks out like a sore candle
Barely visible an angel drowns in a pileup of presents
Fortunately wrappers and cards are bio-degradable
Each allocated their circumspect place for recycling
Ribbons find rest in a manger on top of Baby Jesus
Who awaits resurrection just breathing under the load
Season’s decorations sum up the festival of love
Finely crafted dollar signs meet the cherishing eyes
Wooden ornaments of cross bows and skull bones
Defiled grave stones miniscule reminders of peace
Guns and roses entwining unmistakeable messages
Thorns are forever and tiny bullets shine like tinsel
Mesmerized the young family looks at their gifts
No plastic in sight because this is a sustainable feast
Chocolate Santas jingle silent nights on Kalashnikovs
Pinocchio attempts to rescue the meaning of kindness
Slides down the chimney on Rapunzel’s delicate hair
Gets ditched in a trench of poppies bloody like wine
A veiled little figure begs for mercy at the Jolly Inn
Which looks like a shopping mall that hails indigestion
Jojos powered by solar eclipses arrest in full flight
But the children are happy as long as they get a drone
To spread holy prophesies in the name of liberation
From infidel contamination of pagans soldiering on
Jonny plays with the cardboard crates not quite prepared
For what might be in Pandora’s Box and Felix the cat licks
Tins of caviar and dolphin with no tuna caught in the net
Holly and Ivy are too small to digest mince pies and porkies
They shriek when Christmas crackers explode in their faces
Are too young to wonder what might have caused the charade
20th December2019
...Then working with the government,
who always liked more western cash,
they set up an agreement that
they hoped could contain this backlash.
Two scientists could see the arc,
and work to verify its age,
one from Harvard, and one Cambridge,
and to Axum both made their way.
The American, an old man,
Professor Hammond was name,
the Brit was a young grad student,
named Alice, with a genius brain.
As they settled into their work
neither of the scholars could know
that in neighboring Somalia
an evil man plotted a blow.
He went by the name Ibrahim,
whether it was real, no one knew,
established as a terrorist,
an Islamist, quite tried and true.
He’d built a name in civil wars,
the kind that always racked that place,
made a reputation with force,
he left death, and people displaced.
And though the man gained followers,
he was frustrated by his land,
ruined and lacking resources,
Ibrahim was an ambitious man.
When he heard the arc had been found,
an idea grew up in his mind,
Christians and Jews worshipped the thing,
a route to more money he found.
He took with him one hundred men,
slipped the border, went to Axum,
keeping his people outside town
until shadows of nightfall had come.
Then they attacked St. Mary’s Church,
stormed the building with guns blazing,
killing priests, security guards,
anyone they found resisting.
Quickly they sieved the old relic,
took Alice, Hammond, and four priests,
hostages until they got paid,
at which point they {might" be released.
Chased by police they all fled east,
back into the Somali state,
where they hid amongst the chaos,
where all involved did celebrate.
A scheme pulled on the infidel,
they would now pay to arm their foe!
They had no choice, if they did not
then to hell their relic would go!
Ibrahim put out a message,
a video, as such types do,
demanding millions for the arc,
it was seen by more than a few.
And there was a bunch of chatter,
amongst talking heads on TV,
talking of how such a relic
just found, could soon be history.
Religious types the world over
spoke of how it would be a crime
if such a thing would be destroyed,
the loss of a wonderous find.
All knew some action would come soon,
too many folks were up in arms,
talk of commandos, and or raids,
to Ibrahim it raised alarms...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
CNN and TV crew's
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing
Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day
In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>
II.
They came in dreaming of conquest,
one they cannot win in a fight,
so they resolve to undermine,
and at first say everything right.
But once in they declare that they
have no wish to assimilate,
they never planned to coexist,
just find new lands and propagate.
Begin pushing their shariah,
dark laws from the pits of hell,
try to force them on other folk,
threaten violence if they can’t sell.
Tell sons they can rape ‘infidel,’
that it’s what god made those girls for,
then defend them if they get caught
doing what all good men abhor.
Tell people it’s okay to lie
to infidels to help the faith,
sanction acting with dishonor,
see no problems with such disgrace.
Tell young men it’s okay to kill
innocents in service to god,
and somehow that doesn’t clue them
that all their beliefs are a fraud.
Their prophet was a murderer,
a warlord who aped the divine,
they call that man an ‘example,’
he who ed a girl at age nine!
And most practice cousin marriage,
fourteen centuries of inbred,
perhaps that’s why their nations fail,
it’s all made them sick in the head!
Why welcome cultures such as this?
intolerant, cruel, and diseased…
you won’t learn much from some people,
wherever they go, people bleed.
Will you see your own young daughters
ravaged by some roving rape gangs?
will you see innocents strung up
for differences, as in Iran?
When you embrace barbarians
your future gets ever more dim,
Mohamedans don’t share our values,
there’s no reason to let them in.
I grip the shifting sands, the drifting dirt.
I pull the earth and let fall through these rough fingers.
I pull the power of raw nature.
I feel the matter of all things, the push and pull as gravity wills.
I raise my right hand to the sovereign sun my flesh awash in its righteous energies, I feel the power of one.
I am but the neophyte on this fleeting raw rare ragged earth, feeling it rage through the depth of eternal space!
My head held in obedience of the natural order, the law of creation,
the rule of the land,
the opposite of chaos.
I see the ties that bind the links between and around humanity's hearts!
I feel the secrets of the Sacred and Profane…
the mechanization of magics n science,
the rhythm under the world and in-between.
I know the bindings of man to heaven and hell,
the void of oblivion,
the darkness’s outer reach.
In the great tower at the center of a busy city on a desolate plain, at the back of an airport Lounge, on a runaway train…
I feel the course of humanity. I teach the infidel and bless the passing of ragged souls on this fleeting earth, in this moment of breath caught in retracting oxygen…
…held suspended in the aftermath.
I see all embraced in the afterglow!
For I am a
Shaman
of many
and
on many earths.
I am the Hierophant
a divine moment, sublime.
My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia Minor's wars of attrition
The venal nature of imperial Rome's persuasion
Crucifying a few, targeted rebels for cultural ingratiation
Devout, gentile Europeans crusading to Biblical heritage's door
Defacing cross with predations in route, arriving uplifting banner 'gainst infidel Moor
Normans in hordes splashing across the chilly, English channel tides
Under William the Conqueror's mantra, bridging the Anglo-Saxon divide
Don't know whether
This is true or not
But i heard it through the grapevine
That i am the Taliban leader's
Favorite comedian
So much so they want me
To come entertain the troops
live in Afghanistan
All expenses paid
I get to stay in the penthouse cave
As much heroin as i can take
24 hour round the clock security
And they have personally
guaranteed me
Even if i bomb it doesn't matter
Either way the show will still end
with me going out with a bang
To a standing ovation baying
crowd
Thinking wow didn't think much
of his joke's or material
But what a cracking ending
Now that's funny
Encore
But this time please with even
more explosives than you used
before
May as well use what the fleeing
infidel troops left behind
Waste not want not
They aren't coming back any
time soon to reclaim it are they
Otherwise we wouldn't be here
in the 1st place would we
And they have the audacity
to say we don't have a sense
of humour
We'll joke's on them look who's
laughing now
We got everything we ever
wanted
Only this time we didn't even
have to fight you for it
You simply handed the key's
back over to us
No strings attached
Apart from good luck cleaning
up our mess
Your welcome to it
You see we always have the last
laugh and save the best till last
And you can take that to the body bank
They say the gods do not subtract from man
the portion of his life spent sailing ships,
but she, the sea, brings ruin to ill plans.
Though harsh, this raucous mistress well equips
the one who seeks her true, with all his heart;
a bond is forged that naught else does eclipse.
To plumb her depths, to know, without a chart,
her crevasses, the cycle of her tides…
A jealous love, she’ll not abide apart.
Take care, o man, in making her your bride!
How glorious, to glide her bosom’s swell;
Let diligence and honor be your guides.
The man who faithful tends her, chooses well,
but woe befalls the careless infidel.
—————
for the Five Stanza Terza Rima Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milton Hankins
written 07/14/2022
Holy blood and water flowed out from death
Scent of water scattered the whole earth
Graves torn down, lifeless bodies gained new life
Heaven opened and lo! Lost church’ rebirth!
Sparkling water kissed the babe’s forehead;
Bless the scent of water the infant breathed!
Now -- spotless, blameless, and of pure heart
Free of sin inherited from frail Eve.
As liquid trickled down his face ignite
Heaven’s radiant light shoots out earth bright,
Spirit dove perched in peaceful glory
Upon him whose soul is the Father’s delight.
Impoverished jar, thirsty infidel
Flamboyant wine filled you to the full
Water gushed out to quench your heart’s deep thirst
But the world’s delight cannot sate your soul!
Poor woman kept coming to the town’s well
To fetch water for her daily drink, till
She asked for the scent of water -- Enough!
Eternal life’s fragrance enriched her soul!
** Inspired by the Bible and the Readings from the Church Fathers today (7/13/2014)
Infidel I’m
My God is my master of soul
Belief of Muslim, Christian, Jew, Buddha, Hindu….
hurts me very much,
troubles walking path of my conscience,
gashes my inside temple of heart
My true sense of sight, smell, hearing, touch, tasting
now in badly wounded
many physicians of prevailing religions come and go
but no disease they find
day comes with the sunlight and goes
night comes with the moonlit and starry sky bed, and goes
my illness is increasing day by day
the roses are alive and beautiful on its stalk
tailor birds and nightingales are happy in twitting, chirping
clouds are feeling contented by shedding rain in cats and dogs
ducks are quacking for drake romantically
o I’m lying on the bed of disease
still no physician finds my illness out
no, none still finds me out
then I become physician of my own inner heart
and my intuition gives me a true medicine
that’s the love, just love, love for all
I take it inside my heart, care it with fidelity
now I feel good
-December 18, 2019 Chattogram