Long Partisans Poems
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you know that you need forgiveness for…
A. Distrusting (even just a little) any person who looks or seems different
from you in any way.
B. Wishing someone crazy would use one of those millions of guns to kill
several million of those people who think that they have the right to kill others
(for protection of course) . Wouldn't that teach them a lesson? !
C. Supporting candidates for political office who would willingly stack the
Supreme Court of our land with partisans who would give special rights and
advantages to you and your friends even knowing that wouldn't be fair.
D. Yelling fire in crowded theatres just to cause trouble (like this poem) .
E. Believing the prejudices you grew up with make you an educated person
and that colleges only exist to seduce your children. Thinking is satanic!
F. Protecting crooks in your political party while condemning crooks in the
opposition party.
G. Calling folks you agree with patriots and those who disagree with you
traitors and/or whores.
H. Making a super hero out of anyone who says anything that seems to
make you look good or feel good.
I. Refusing to consider any evidence or person that seems to put your
position in jeopardy.
J. Believing that supporting our troops means a willingness to put them in
harm's way any time American business interests or ambitions in the world are
threatened because clearly it's the 1% nation's exploiters, not their lives that
are important.
K. Feeling that people who go to your church are more likely to go to heaven
than people in any other church. You are only safe if you're God's favorite.
L. Believing that you have done things that virtually guarantee you a place
in heaven. And for this reason you have no need for God's Grace. You deserve
God's love!
M. Believing that your tithes are always more than sufficient for God's
needs. Ten percent is most likely a transcriber's error anyway. It's people who
give to stupid causes (like educating losers or saving the planet) that create
all the problems.
N. Looking forward to the day when you will have the chance to help God
straighten out His own imperfections.
Brian Johnston
June 21, 2014
The sunset is beautiful thing
About it sonnet they can sing
But this sunset is of ancient king
And his eerie persona changes everything
The golden army he would create
But to disappear long before Christ was born was his fate
The armies’ power was great
And the king governed large estate
The world war two came
Germans would kill and maim
The partisans would fight back just the same
Destroying German supply was their aim
In modern times under pines there is old unmarked grave
Of a lost partisan that fought so brave
And who his life for freedom gave
For brighter day and future for his children to save
If at war time golden army was alive
In those difficult days it would thrive
And very quickly occupiers away it would drive
Being more ferocious than hornets invading bee hive
Looking at the grave underneath pine and poplar in which wind would sing
The mother of lost soldier hears of ancient king
She would give anything
To see her son alive her heart would sing
Under the light of full moon
Singing white roses sorrowful tune
Wearing long clothes that make her look like a goon
She crosses the forest street to grave where lays her son the tribune
The ancient king would use math
To create genetic soldiers that would unleash their wrath
To destroy enemies who with him were on war path
It was combination of higher consciousness, genetics, magic and math
That what made his power so sublime
Is that he was master of time
He would use special enzyme
To generate his soldiers that did not fear the very time
But king died long ago
Before his army against his foes would go
For mother of the partisan it was a sad thing to know
Remembering it later as she stood by the grave through rain and snow
She learned about this secret during the war
If than she could have than bring the golden army to the war
It would be bizarre
Ending to the war
Somewhere in pine forest before the grave woman is sitting
For her lost son she is weeping
She is seen by someone who tries to recreate experiment of the king
But for her son is too late to do anything
"Breaking the Lonely Rewind"
Hysteria ensues a small death
on a funeral pyre pushed
into a sealed and soiled
heart shaped box sunk
to swallow stone tears
reversing reflections
in the coldest mirrors
Tsunami waves flood
all that was green
On the breaking shores
there the Lonely Rewind
is floating amidst The Shallows
resurfaced, cracked open and laid bare
her black treasures
boiling over inky interior
spilt darkly the soul
now sharp and split in two
a gift from the damned
walking out into the blistery wind
where sourness all around
whispers a soft war
of unclaimed, unwanted
forgotten voices,
The Lost and Lonely,
way past the end of their world,
where heartbreak is spurned
resurrect into burning birds
from the cold veined inferno,
The Silent Ocean of Reprieve
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"When I Was Older"/Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/HSCREQjxPHE
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Billie-eilish-when-i-was-older-lyrics
"In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn." Butler
"She told me she’d be a phoenix.” The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. “They don’t really exist.” “She said that depends on whether or not there’s someone who can see them." Picoult
"One does not need to be against womens suffrage," the London Times editorialized in 1908, "to see that some of the more violent partisans of that cause are suffering from hysteria. We use the word not with any scientific precision, but because it is the name most commonly given to a kind of enthusiasm that has degenerated into habitual nervous excitement."' Gilman
"Lady Lazarus", Plath
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49000/lady-lazarus
I have already noted a change,
a deepening analysis
in second year framing of the Trump Administration's
first hazing year in fascist process.
A DOA year ago,
we grew heatedly invested in fake-conversations
about whether the fake-patriotic Republican Party
was really all that more fake-Constitutionally insane
than other U.S First and Only partisans,
other special fat and long-infested interests.
This January
by contrast
we apparently have accepted last year's insanely obvious
supremacy of insanity
held by Republican national leaders,
as the last Wise PatriarchalElder shadows
of Eisenhower AntiMilitaryIndustrial Administrative investments
fade into family multicultural values
associated with stardust memories.
Now our questions
have evolved into which Republicans are most insane
and which slightly less so,
on a scale from ZenZero
through RightWing rabid overpopulated paranoia
nightmares of sleep-deficit caffeinated Western cultures
self-medicating chronic stress
of patriarchal violent secularizing
WinLose
EitherOr
indiscriminate double-binding MADness tendencies;
absence of bilateral ego-eco consciousness.
Hopefully
by the beginning of a Trumpian ThirdReich,
these National FakeConstitutionally InCorrect Republicans
will all be too busy
locking each other up in their insane asylums
and retributive secular courts of punitive law
and lack of moral aesthetic nature-spirit harmonic order,
and then throwing away the keys
to their not-so-divine Kingdoms of Competing EitherOr
Absence of Sufficient SacredGrace.
Such third year fascist distractions
could get them unelected,
and unelectable,
as we post-millennially open
to more organically Green Democratic Ways
and PermaCultural Means
toward Restorative Justice
as also Healthy EcoPolitical Grace
of AbundantLove.
That's it
I'm moving to Russia
to write with the kings
Dostoevsky and Tolstoy
to sit in the cafes
and watch the pretty blond
Russik girls
Cook hot in winter
and get kicked out for talking too much
and knowing too much
and loving too much
and believing in God too much
and I'll have to leave my little Russik girls
with blond hair
sent to the army at 18
and Send my ass to the Gulags
to kick ass and break rocks,
lay down the railway tracks
that spans into winter snowy deserts
and dance with Cossack
and write with Solzhenitsyn.
Then those girls they'll miss me
and sing songs about me
dancing in circles
and those men shall honor me
paint my face in Red Square.
Partisans will fire rifles off in cold mornings
and afternoons and evenings,
Go down to Serbia and Macedonia
get myself a pretty girl,
a good one
who smiles all the time and tears up only on happy occassions,
those Russian girls
they're nice, but too wild.
Send off my words
and those hearts will sigh
with hands on cheek
leaning and listening
to scum filled poetry about this and that
we will dance,
oh we will dance
Till we die, we will dance
and remember our fallen brothers in all the wars
our innocent blood was shed for.
For the smiles and frowns
I go to Russia to meet those girls
and give them poetry to sleep with
and warm welcoming kisses on their red rose cheeks
and I wish you a goodnight Dostoevsky
and to you too Tolstoy,
Turgenev, and Solzhenitsyn
All of you, Rest in peace
I'll soon join you,
but let me finish my black coffee and talking
with those 18 year old Russian soldier girls
singing folklore songs from ancestors
and Kings.
They shall soon sing about me
in the square on May 8th.
Pentagon shaped prisons poison their people with lies,
Using planes and petulant pious lies to coerce with fear.
From the ashes of their turmoil rises the phoenix of insurrection,
Choked by meager matters of the trogolodyte mind.
Sheepish followers squabble in meaningless prattlings,
Vomiting the very fuel which flames the fires of split nations.
Now is the time for thunder and lightening to break what binds us;
Coins and doubloons reevered by bandits whose smiling purses bloat.
Come my frown-faced children,
Gather from your quivers and sheathes thy sharp-edged weapons.
Tear from your oppressor the very breath that fills your toxic lungs.
Can you see what robs you of warmth and its frigid firtility?
Now is the hour to become American.
Once torn from the vicegrip claws of the governing crab,
Whose sexually transmitted diseases leak into thy genitalia,
And seep into the stream of blue blood trickling through your vains.
Let the polygon parasites split into several uncrawling pieces,
Squirming in its own defecated self-destruction.
Wealth and fortune which brought forth rule and totalitarian tyranny,
Shall be shed of the hamstrings of undue partisans.
The trump card has been played and its power shall be executed.
Just as that of those whose silver tongues blinded dilated eyes,
One voice shall be cut from its roots of Machiavellian trees.
As it branches burn in the scorch of self-proclaimed demonic blaze.
Set fire to those who kill you,
Let disintegrate that which obliterates,
Freedom by this poem's clue.
...There is no equilibrium
in which mankind can freely live,
it’s always been a push or pull,
some advance while others give.
It’s the only way we get the space
to live goods lives by our own minds,
never to rule, nor to be ruled,
that’s the contract free folks sign.
And all those checks and balances
that get partisans out-of-joint,
they’re more vital than any belief,
those quirky rules are the whole point!
The ‘great future’ that so many
think is just within our grasp,
never comes, and it never will,
it just gets good people gassed.
The chaos that freedom brings
is what mires up a tyrant’s view,
it may slow down a few good things,
but that beats a sprint towards doom.
In fact the very slowness that
comes from many having their say,
is the only force that can prevent
all of us from being enslaved.
Nothing else has ever restrained
the endless march of tyrant creatures,
the mess of the chaos is no bug,
in fact it is quite the feature!
Is it messy at the wrong time,
does it occasionally annoy?
You bet it does, how could it not?
It’s the spawn of endless choice!
From countless individuals,
what other outcome could there be?
But better a chaotic freedom,
then an ordered tyranny.
And if you’re one who cannot live
Without ruling over others,
then this country is not for you,
best go out and seek another.
…you won’t be missed.
The Almighty King
God in disguise, a pure soul of divinity,
No wonder the bona fide progeny of God you’re,
The great one highly esteemed for visionary you’re,
So genial and benign, no man as you exists so munificent;
The Grace, all hearts’ desire and the beacon,
Pray hundred more years you live on for the sake of
A million souls’ peace and wellbeing you care for.
So appeasing just your sight is, the balm to despair,
Joyous eyes’ grandeur and love of all hearts,
At all times hallowed thou shall remain and recalled,
Even the threat‘d sway no man against thee
‘Cause almighty you’re, the optimal clout beholder.
In you, our hope and assurance we perceive,
Ideal we see in you to emulate, your greatness,
Flame to our shadowed lives and succor in plight,
You ne’er let the famine creep in and starve us,
No evil you let it destroy our harmony
And no bloodshed you let our lives be taken,
But wishes fulfilled and smiles brought upon,
Bestowal of happiness upon us your deeds betoken.
The great, for your myriad services toward us,
Diffident would be our lips and soul discontented
To express utterance of gratitude with existing jargons,
For beyond measure is your divine humanity,
But deep within truly indebted are your partisans
And reverently,all kneel before you, the almighty King,
Greatest of the greats, the reason we so smile.
Integrity's EarthDay celebrated potential
gathers climaxing solidarity
in Me/We co-arising intersections
of nature-physical health anticipation
gracing,
not effacing,
mental-spiritual wealth perspication
Musing resonant LeftDominant voices
singing musical RightProminent choices
of and for
causally effective
sacred communion resilience
Of dialectical process
LeftHemisphere thought antithesis
co-operating RightHemisphere felt
hypostatic thesis
win/win seeking
bipartisan
bicameral
bilaterally integral synthesis
Dipolar co-arising
thought health/felt wealth
of polyvagal neuro-systemic
win/win safety
in resonant
resilient
brilliantly functioning
flow extending climax.
Synergetic revolutions
overwhelm oppressively obvious feelings
that RightWing Othering partisans
empowered,
but unenlightened,
are hopelessly desecrating corporate capitalists
commodifying cynical political economic beliefs
that will ultimately lose/lose
degeneratively
nihilistically prevail
Inducing Predative Othering partisan alliances
against public,
democratic,
and global climate,
polycultural systemic health
Actively seeking more resonant therapies
for resiliently win/win cooperative
multiculturally musing
amusing
co-passionate mental embodied health
expanding deep
sacred panentheistic wealth.
We loved the land
We tilled the earth, under sun we toiled
We pledged our souls, to nature’s whim
The King of France none to pleased
We took the sacraments
We held our faith, mournful to fates embrace
The British demanded a new oath we take
And scalped we were, both sides did partake
Our villages burned, our fields afire
Our woman and children, in hunger perished
We feared Monckton, a hunter of death
And from him, to ships hold, deported at best
We preyed to Canada, to lend us a hand
Evangeline an angel of our land
The darkened forests, to where we fled
Became bloody in battles, and turned to red
For Redcoats wandered in search of scalps
As Father Le Loutre preached unheavenly deeds
He was bloodthirsty and in skirmishes his evil flourished
His Mikmaq warriors helped rivers flow to blood
We lived along the rivers edge
We fought them all, to no one did we pledge
As serfs we served, to whom did rule
In the end, the forest sang our quiet eulogy
The vessels sailed from Halifax
With their human cargo of Partisans
Off to the West Indies, and a new land
Disease triumphed where Lord Laurence failed
And so the voyage, onward went
The traditions of Grand Pre, to Louisiana was lent
And there they settled, peace at last
As angels of their battles, in sacrifice did rest