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from Juniper’s Daughter:
War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope
By Nick Armbrister
Caught Up In a Fairy Tale
My dreams haunt me as does the music, drunk I dance to the mesmerizing tales told by the songs of 25 years ago, as real now as back then. The heady rush of the moment takes me and lifts me up ever so high until my primeval fear snatches my euphoria away like committing an armed robbery on a child for his sweets.
Cold war nightmare returns with a dozen vengeances as I dare to lift the veil of the nightmare, I only wanted to peek inside! Nena and Frankie got it right in their two songs 99 Red Balloons and Two Tribes. We really did live in a nightmare but with such erotic desires - do anything you want do coz after they drop the bomb and nuke us all in World War3 no one will be left to care or give a damn.
I hear my mother ask me what you want for Xmas son. Mother I want this... to go back to Xmas in 1986 and to see a nuclear war, for the Warsaw pact/Soviet forces to come across the Fulda gap and the north German plain. For NATO to stop their conventional forces with tactical nukes after air power fails, the heady rush of nuclear escalation killing us all, overwhelming our planet irradiating our world darkening our skies with nuclear mushroom clouds.
On and on and on I writhe in ecstatic enjoyment seeing the work of the devil thru Christian believing Western men bringing on the end of their, our, world stopping the heathen red menace with all they’ve got. You see it was a matter pride not common sense that made them react they were trained well.
Now after watching my Xmas gift, I ask to go home. I hear no reply. Slowly it dawns on me, I can’t go home and there is no home. Just an irradiated world stuck in Xmas 1986, totally destroyed. What did I wish for? Am I dreaming a nightmare that I’m stuck in, did the veil fall after I looked inside drawing me in a prisoner?
I can say what a f*ckin' rush, I don’t need drugs they’re for pussies I just need my Cold War music and my mind that is like a television. On and on the music plays as the Pershing 2 and Cruise Missiles launch as F-16s and other jets battle it out in the winter heavens as the countdown to the end begins.
Who said the darkness wasn’t fun? Who did win in the end of the world?
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
Resilience and fortitude; weathered the wilderness
where an unlearned cabin-patch man snatches
every book his hands can capture, then captures
our hearts, tall, even taller with his top hat —
a silk black band added after his beloved son
Willie dies. Lincoln, a man who united us
in the favor of freedom, freedom that frees the pandemic
of slavery, the dark history of whips and chains. And
furthermore we ask, “Why oh why…”
when headway is made do men continue to suffer
and hang from trees, crosses burned.
And all good men suffer with them, the agony of evil —
it was to be stamped out, and the white hoods snatched
off crazytown. If one truly believes in God, then he loves,
not hates, his fellowman and each wants the best for him —
of education, family, boundless freedom and desires
to hold hands — building a chain, not of rust, but of
trust. And we sing out, “God bless America.”
I visited the WWII museum in New Orleans. A flat map
showed the takeover of the world by forces of evil. Almost
the entire world of East and West lit up — it took my breath
away. What power quenched the burning furnaces, the
torture of peoples? When America stood up, under
the banner of “In God We Trust,” the hellfires, not
easily squelched, the brave, the spirit of the wilderness
gave all, they fought to set the captives free. Men, in general,
are not perfect but the fight for freedom is a worthy cause
and the sanity of a sound mind, a candlelight vigil of veracity
is one to be stoked. Do we continue
to fight each other, dividing, drawing lines, or pull
each other into big sloppy hugs and love’s kisses.
God bless this union called America; God’s mercy
invites us to sing with one voice; freedom’s choice.
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
7/4/2020
Twas the night before Christmas - came like a flash,
Mob of gingerbread reindeer prodding elves for cache.
The Clausman reigning, doling out orders this stint.
Lady of his, keeps his tongue supplied with peppermints.
The vainglorious list of children, like snow through the Pole,
Now hides in the cloud - smart tablet tabulates toys or coal.
Head of the snowmen, cold and wise, supply the twinkle
To Santa’s eyes. Green-elves polish his boots, unwrinkle
The fat man’s caboose, untangle the reins, ready the ride.
The lineup from A to Z better well shine or it’ll be their hide.
All is still as the stars light up the path until Santa hops
Down, creates sinkholes in the snow with flatulence, flops
Into the overstuffed sleigh, jolly and jingling, creating pain
For the svelte and prideful eight who sail gift cargo like a plane.
Twas Christmas Eve and children around the world wait,
For the jingle and jangle of the sleigh-bed to find out their fate.
Tired, the sharp-suited Santa, now enters by window or door,
A small finder’s fee for each elf who steals a key - keeps score.
This year dear Santa abhors the cookies, milk, and snores.
The liquor cabinet habit keeps him warm, loving kids to the core.
Even when both parents and all the kids deserve some coal,
He’ll ignore the rules, with a good whisky or rum (takes its toll)
The reindeer left the last house hastily, and onward they speed,
As lightning sears the sky but jolly old saint Nick is teed-
Off, for he was found sleeping on the floor, by a kid. Now he shops
For a good Santa Claus lawyer. Who doesn’t toy around? The cops.
On Christmas day he is one of many dressed in black and white.
All say they’re the real Santa. He snatches beards, ready to fight.
Mrs. Claus makes him retire after his cheerless reflection.
The head elf ready to update the store in a whole new direction.
She puts the sleigh to bed, the deer no longer on loan,
Fires up the internet, next year she will send out drones.
11/27/2019
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Time hasn't taken from us what he would not give to it,
time doesn't take from us what we didn't give to him,
Time doesn't snatch from our hands what we sincerely protected,
And yet death requires no authority to take from man what is cherished;
When man has launched war against his fellow man,
When oblivion has stripped me off of family.
Oh! take from me what is precious
but do not rob off of my childhood
For while this time may pass me by
we will catch up -
-with the wonderful memories of our past in future,
Yet if the darkness and coldness of grave has encompassed me,
How would I remember the days of my innocence?
Cant the wise declare war against death?
For even if time passed,
And we wailed away our hurt,
When old age approaches,
With irretrievable deformity:
That snatches sight from eyes,
Strength from knees to carry me,
Withe the De-coloring of my hair
When memory deflects to oblivion
Not out of choice but incapacity to fight for my life
And the shades of my side surge breath off of my nostrils
I chose death over time
That it may be held liable for murder,
For death has snuggle into the hands of time
To disregard old-age
And take from man what is of value
Take the wise and leave the world to obliterate
Of the young and unwise
Until the world goes to ruin
and so like the hopeless romantics on screen played episodes
I write that:
"When you see the falling tears
Know that today is the day i am allowed to cry"
Not out of strength
But out of the weakness of my heart
its OK for me to crush glasses
and burn favorite letters
It's OK if i got to sleep without food
It's of if remain sunken, sulking till dawn
It's OK if i spent sleepless nights wondering who will care for me
Because i refuse to blame time that has had us build so many wonderful memories With my loved one
I hold it against death for though he taken so much
His greed wont grant him satisfaction;
So when u see the falling tears,
Know that today its okay for me to cry!
My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time,
Snatched you away from us,
Abruptly, unpredictably...
Time snatches away,
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his action.
In your case too -
He gave his reason.
His reason was very simple and sweet.
He said he wanted you to undertake a pilgrimage.
Toward-
Discovering newer galaxies;
Exploring higher horizons;
Finding fresher pastures;
Hovering over prettier flowers;
Befriending beautiful butterflies...
This, obviously, The Time did,
In his most cunning manner: Death.
I vaguely remember your beautiful,
Tender, lovely frame lying wasted...
I could perceive, even though,
As indistinct as a dream,
Your late loving mother,
‘An Eternal Butterfly’ who's no more,
Hovering over you;
Receiving you benignly;
Holding you in tight embrace;
Grasping you compassionately;
Fondling you full of nostalgic yearning
And longing and craving of,
As though, endless ages and eras…
You were seen no more thenceforth.
I had been trying to console myself saying,
You would be back soon.
Why cry? Why weep? Why to wail?
Yet -
Willingly or unwillingly,
Rationally or irrationally,
Knowingly or unknowingly -
Why this heaviness in me?
Why this pain?
Why this endless ache?
Are these feelings and anxieties caused,
Owing to your momentary absence?
Are these caused,
Because of my inner feeling of fear,
That I would be silent and mute,
When I meet you again?
Are these caused, because,
I have some debts to repay you?
Whatsoever might be the reason,
In my speechless unconsciousness,
My mute, stiff tongue,
Mumbles a little prayer for you:
Grant Her Eternal Rest,
O Lord!
May Perpetual Light,
Shine Upon Her!
Yet-
My inner mind whispered to me
That you would come back,
As you are a butterfly,
Keep flying and fluttering around…
Hence-
Before you were out of my sight-
I just bid you a heartfelt farewell:
Bye, Bye, Butterfly!
13 January 2022
"By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss". As their lips touched
their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse. Turning her back to the wedding guests
Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps over her head. Stepping in front
of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air. "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow
slurred speech. "Think you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color". Turning around
to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy
and Venus Flytraps. "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust. Pride
motions for Hatred to release the owls. Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.
Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness. "Let's get this
party started. Turn on the music" yelled Greed. As the sins partied the night away the sun came
rising in the country Tranquility. "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love
as they stood on their balcony. "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer
to the question you ask". As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by
the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own. Beep, beep, beep, "Well this is a perfect time
for my communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator. "Hello Faith how are you?" "I'm fine Love and how are you?" "I'm ready to
start this new era in my life". "I'm looking over your wedding file. Are there any last minute
changes you want to make?" "No Faith everything's perfect". "I'm outside your house waiting for
you Love. Let's get going". "I'll be right down. I have to go Loyalty". Grabbing Love by the waist
and pulling her close Loyalty whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?" "I've wanted
you when I first saw you. Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven
Do not judge bird with black coloured wing,
“ugly looking thief that cannot sing!”
“snatches from others so it can feed!”
A bird linked to death, darkness and greed!
How prejudice clouds our timid mind?
Is it fear of darkness, makes us blind?
we fail to see the beauty inside,
dark the countenance,black the hide!
Many there in Corvid family,
Crow, Raven, Rook all look same to me,
But one I write about is our Crow,
we love him dearly, his heart we know!
Our deep bond is of unmeasured years,
For destiny links us through our tears,
Pain of loss brings the hearts together,
body with skin or one of feather!
As family grieved good old granny,
Of her love, humour, virtues many,
Amongst the sobs and tears in the group,
You heard a crow who let his voice droop!
Our memories linked us, as events do,
are no limits to love, if it be true,
as family, he shared our sorrow to cry,
A black feathered kin who could fly!
He was not caged in a love prison,
that deny freedom, rob life’s mission,
set his own limits of existence,
Sky and earth with God’s benevolence!
Homely crow was not given a name,
to tether label would be such shame,
In arrogance we do humanise,
Gauge others by what we think is nice!
Crow is amongst intelligent birds,
on a measuring scale, rest are nerds,
He knows best when new spring begins,
Against his caw no weatherman wins!
He is in garden whatever springs,
Hunting down the rodents on swift wings,
He waits some days by busy roadside,
Using cars to get to flesh inside!
Condemn him not for the way he kills,
Nature in wisdom gave him his skills,
To use modern tools, he is clever,
a measure of our crow’s brain power!
If you accept crow and black image,
In wisdom’s book you have turned a page,
Should you come to our house, see a crow,
don’t ring the bell, he will let us know!
Date written 11/07/2020
4th placement
Bird poetry contest
Sponsor Constance La France
reentered for Chantelle Anne Cooke’s
The Colour Black contest
Oh my dear dearest diary, listen
Today I'll recite a love that glisten.
Never had I believed in love stories.
But maybe mine holds a billion memories.
Yeah! I was a simple, easy girl.
With a dream of my complicated life to unfurl.
Then a complicated being came and taught.
The true meaning of life with emotions caught.
Our meet was random and very unexpected.
It took us time to get our souls connected.
Gradually he made himself special for me.
How can someone else be the reason of my glee.
He came like he was always there with me.
But at the right time to make things fair for me.
He admires me with all my flaws.
And I got bliss for which he was cause.
He wasn't my life nor he is.
But he's that void in my life that's filled with glee.
For me he wasn't a star or lifeline.
But he is that shine that makes my life fine.
Doesn't give me vibes coz he is a vibe himself.
He always tries to understand me more than myself.
How come someone be so perfect and nice.
This is the question that hovers in my sight.
At times, when my eyes shed tears.
He made me realise that there's someone who cares.
I was strong, this I knew.
But he made me stronger making my fears blew.
I heard love is one's biggest weakness.
My love made me stronger, isn't it the uniqueness?
He says , "You aren't my happiness but the reason of every happiness."
Everytime I smile and say, "it's just because of your heartiness."
He isn't near me now but he is with me.
Never did we say that we love.
That was love or something to be loved.
I don't know what it was and that's the beauty of love.
Every memory of him gives me peace.
Snatches my sadness and gloominess cease.
And in between all this, love always won.
For it is an emotion which can be regretted by none.
I wasn't ever his nor he was mine.
This is what makes our love undying.
This is how my destiny blessed me with love.
A love that is immortal even when not with my beloved.
Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps
over
her head. Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the the bouquet out of the air. "Nice catch Envy"
said Sloth with slow slurred speech. "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".
Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the
Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps. "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust. Pride
motions for Hatred to release the owls. Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls. Slow to
take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness. "Let's get this party
started. Turn on the music" yelled Greed. As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in
the country Tranquility. "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love as they
stood on their balcony. "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the
question you ask". As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the
rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own. Beep, beep, beep "Well this is a perfect time for my
communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.
"Hello Faith how are you?" "I'm fine Love and how are you?" "I'm ready to start this new era in my
life". "I'm looking over your wedding file. Are there any last minute changes you want to make?"
"No Faith everything's perfect". "I'm outside of your house waiting on you Love. Let's get going".
"I'll be right down. I have to go Loyalty". Grabbing Love by the waist and pulling her close Loyalty
whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?" "I've wanted you when I first saw you.
Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher
….
A man of pure music
A man of liveliness
A man of titillating satisfaction
With his gentle touch
And his soft gaze
For this is a man who captivates all
A man who will fulfill your deepest desire through music
As he snatches the souls of the tempting ones
Making each moment more desirable than the next
They all yearn to be in the presence of such a striking man
Though he only has eyes for one
He makes body tingling glances with his treasure
As she proceeds to tease him back
By standing there gawking
With her untouched bosom and her shiny smoothed skin
Leading him to be infatuated by first sight
He studies her
Her voluptuous shape
Her stature
Her tune
He swiftly picks her up
As if she weighs nothing
And carelessly presses her against his chest
He places his firm hands around her petite body
Leaving her in a completely submissive state
He commences slowly
A moderately paced blues
He longs to know what her body lusts for
As he explores the depth of her tonality
With each strum
He exerts powerful waves of vibration throughout her body
While warm and sensual sounds escapes her luscious lips
She responds with exhilarating pleasure
Music to his ears
Music to all
But he mustn't restrict himself
For her body
This alluring instrument
Feeds him such thrill
He begins to play rapidly
For his finger pattern has changed
As well as the tempo of her sound
Now, a gritty, funky beat
With a steady, hip thrusting rhythm
Two bodies in complete symmetry
Becoming one with each other
An exchange of devotion
Two souls intertwined
Becoming one with the music
Reaching a peak
Releasing all temptation
Her beautiful body
This irresistible instrument
She blesses the eyes of all
He blesses the ears of all
As the music begins to slowly fade
And come to an end
He places a light kiss on her smoothed skin
Brings her to bed
And bids her goodnight
….