Long Virgins Poems
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Silence is something you can step on
like dead weeds on a sunken grave....
like ancient worn paths to nowhere in particular,
except to forgotten places you've already been to.
I'm a battered button freak
in a world without goose steps.
Let us sacrifice our clothes
to appease the screaming ghosts of the Final Solution.
When you're naked everything tastes better,
the clocks tick louder,
a multitude of whispering voices sound gentler
and the raging rivers of the land flow farther.
Night time is the right time to be naked.
When the dogs of war are snoring
When the day's checker games have ceased
When the throbbing vestal virgins beg for it.
Being beaten is best when naked.
One can show off the welts and feel exhilarated.
One can feel close to God
and the cool moist dirt around you.
One can know what it is like to be digested by a spider.
One can bleed and cry
and plead for mercy to deaf ears.
Coraggio! Coraggio!
Basta! Basta!
Freedom, like truth, is far from being
a virgin; abused, raped, polluted and left
to whither, die and decay. But these two sisters
ape the wind, water, and soil of Mother Earth:
Eternals.
The wind may die down
but rises up stirringly.
Water evaporates only to become
more of what it was
to rain back down to the earth.
Soil manifested as sand, dirt, mud, or clods,
remains the fertile nourishing womb
and breasts of Mother Earth.
They may abuse, rape, and pollute wind, water,
and the soil; but they can’t destroy them.
They may abuse, rape, and pollute freedom
and truth; but they can’t destroy them.
Wind, water, soil, freedom and truth are eternal;
eternally on the move—pursuing redemptive being.
We are the children of the abused, raped,
and polluted people whom the children of injustice
have sought to destroy our truth and freedom
with the mendacious lies of their phallic story (history)
plundering our story (ourstory): their children
seeking to maintain the old manifest destiny.
Today, time longer than rope seeks to lynch the mind;
but truth and freedom dangle in the wind;
flow in the water and are rooted in the germinating soil
redemptive revelation: free your mind and you are.
Remember, we are also children of the wind, water,
and soil; the truth is the light and freedom is the fight!
If our ancestors, with so little, could survive plundering
rape of the Motherland, let us with so much, put a stop
to the same in the Fatherland—lest we are deemed virgins
in the struggle: useless drones in the village beehive.
In veiled gardens where dew-kissed petals first unfold,
Love’s silent scrolls belong to emerald blades untrod,
To blossoms sealed in morning’s virgin gold,
Not fields once wandered by the reckless, wayward god.
The opened rose, its nectar spilled and claimed,
Merits no fragrant quill, no heart’s shy plea;
Its secrets shared, its mystery untamed
Let faded stems stand silent, set them free.
Yet stranger still, when iron warriors bend the knee,
Conquered before the fray, their banners furled;
No lion yields his throne to whispered decree,
No true flame bows where softer shadows rule the world.
This borrowed veil from silver screens and painted lies,
Has chained the oak to ivy’s creeping hold;
Now western winds bear songs of veiled disguise,
Where once proud eagles knelt to doves of gold.
The ancient forge grows cold in yielding sighs,
Steel softened into pleas beneath moonlit skies.
What shadowed bloom when blades forget their bite
Scrolls to the gathered rose, surrender in the night.
twirling our skirts
like blossoming flowers
virgins all in synch
a soul center of the universe
the corolla balanced in floor length hoop
hidden mysteries beneath the skirt
dizzy as my life spins out of control
my many suitors kissing stars on my hands
trying to penetrate time and space
splashes of color in peach, spring green, pink
spinning hopelessly
out of control
first ecstatic romp across the ballroom floor
leaves me breathless panting
forevermore the center of his universe
in another time
before our stars hit the earth
Behold, the signs are unfolding, the prophecy unfurls,
A celestial roadmap, guiding us through the whirlwind's twirls.
Let those with eyes to see, behold the majesty,
And those with ears to hear, heed the call of destiny.
Yah is coming, to reshape the world anew,
To bring justice and righteousness, to see it through.
As it is in heaven, so shall it be on earth,
The kingdom is coming, with divine rebirth.
The wise virgins stand prepared, with lamps alight,
Their hearts ablaze with passion, for the coming night.
Heavenly soldiers march forth, with armor shining bright,
Their swords unsheathed, their spirits unbroken in the fight.
The fire of the Word burns within them, a flame that never fades,
Their faith unshakable, their hearts unafraid.
They've fastened the belt of truth, donned the helmet of salvation,
Clothed in the full armor of Yah, their protection and foundation.
Though persecuted, they remain steadfast, unwavering and strong,
Bruised but unbroken, their spirit enduring all day long.
Cast into the lion's den, the beasts cannot prevail,
Thrown into the fire, the flames cannot consume, nor set them frail.
They're ready to follow Yah, no matter the cost,
Through trials and tribulations, they'll forever be lost.
The harassing voices, the charlatans' deceit,
Cannot manipulate them, for their hearts are anchored, their souls complete.
The serpent whispers lies, with cunning guile,
But they turn a deaf ear, for their identity is worth God's smile.
Their purpose, their destiny, is not of this earth,
But of the heavenly realm, where their true worth has birth.
The battle rages on, the war between good and evil's might,
But the soldiers of Yah stand firm, in the darkness of night.
Their light shines brighter, amidst the chaos and strife,
Guiding all who seek, to the path of eternal life.
I once was a SEAL, an operator
I filled my country’s foes with cool dread,
Send countless terrorists screaming to hell
Where no virgins awaited the dead.
I met my own end many years later,
And a strange one it was at that.
Had a heart attack at a company game,
And died clutching a baseball bat.
I found myself inside of a great hall,
Filled with warriors from all the ages.
We drank and feasted, fought and caroused,
Celebrated life to the blue blazes!
A one-eyed God presided over it all,
And often joined our great revelries,
And more than once I took to my soft bed,
A stunning, strong, sweet Valkyrie.
But time went by and winter settled in
And stayed for three very long seasons.
Odin’s grins vanished like fog in the sun,
We pressed him to know of the reason.
He said ‘My friends, it is nothing you did
That makes me not want to drink or talk.
But the Doom of the Gods has now come home,
‘Tis the Eve of our fall: Ragnarok.’
I turned and looked to my fellow men,
Whose faces were still, and warrior-grim.
Mighty Odin, he then shuffled out,
And the great festive hall grew dim.
I said, ‘Well, if it’s really has come to this,
We should all of us be ready to stand.
At least this time we know in advance
Our enemy’s full battle plans!’
The morning came on Vigrid’s cold plain,
The Gods rode out as one to the fight,
They were dressed for war but fated to fail,
A predestined, and quite tragic plight.
But we all strode out before Loki’s horde,
And gazed out upon vicious Fenris,
And I turned and said the king of the gods:
‘Relax, my men have got this...’
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Once as my heart bled in the face of human cruelty
I sat on the steps of a temple and to God I talked openly
Why is it that my life is such?
Could you give me only that much?
Like the Queen Mary, pure among the virgins
My innocence could never speak the language of sins
Yet, with disgust and disdain, I was taken for the contempt
As I cried with red tears, a climb to the Himalayas I thought to attempt
When, Lo! A white effervescence showed its essence
Remember! It whispered, remember the holy fragrance
Those words written in Holy Books, are erasers of ignorance
Those known as the Law of Karma shall make you dance
Law of duty, Law of humanity, with all its honesty
Each and every man is victim of its propensity
So are you, paying for the negative work in your past life
Don’t be discouraged in the face of this strife!
Remember always to take the name of the Lord
Whoever He may be, whatever be His name
Your call with devotion shall never be placed in misrecord
But with blinding fire, your strife shall end in a flame!
With these words, the white effervescense turned into air
And with strength in my heart, I brushed my hair
Never to cry in the face of a dilemma
And my Holy Books sincerely became my aroma!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
29th June 2012
For the Contest of Poet Destroyer
Collaborating in the Clouds
Placed 6th
September 11th 2001
The world was in a down pour, raining,
down, in clouds of dust, came the tall.
A compassionate world, is still remaining
steadfast and strong, - for them all,
all those who kept refraining,
all those who took the fall,
and in their flight, in the trap, answered the call.
B. J. “A” 2
October 4th, 2013
September 11th 2001, a sad, sad day, devils took wing
like a swarm of insane wasps setting out to destroy, to sting
the hearts of innocent angels, bringing them down,
on their spiralling flight towards the ground.
In fear, in anguish, in despair and in pain,
crushed, and into the earth, by plane !
Their voices never to be heard,
not a sound, not a word
from the angels, as they lie all around,
under man’s dreams, his creation, thought so sound,
waiting to be found, be counted !, and
set free, to be more than an emotion, a memory in the sand,
and the sands of time, where some give them life in rhymes.
Then, upon solar winds, carried to other realms, in other times.
B. J. “A” 2
February 21st, 2002
Epilogue
Twelve years later and one still has to wonder ?,
why these insane, fools took humanity asunder !,
believing, seventy two virgins awaited them, each man
who believed in what was interpreted from the Qur'an.
This says a lot about organized religions, and their agenda !
Could any intelligent person, really stand up and defenda
such an absurd, insane and ridiculous a notion ?
What sane man would want to be in that motion ?,
once, never mind seventy two times.
Ego ?, power ?, prestige ?, such crimes,
for there is more pain then pleasure for the seventy two
and what is there ?, really ?, in it for you,
other than a myth you are foolish enough to believe in
and that is, truly, your incomprehensible, insane sin.
B. J. “A” 2
October 4th, 2013
When I eventually died
And was medically pronounced dead
What remained of my body after I was dead
Had to be disposed of eventually
Cremation and burial being the only real
2 currently viable available options
The only other 1 choice was
The ceremony of ones in particular
Chosen own religious denomination
But because I am not a Christian
There will not be a priest performing
or giving me my last rights and consequently
therefore I will not go to heaven
And because I am not a Muslim
Paradise and 40 odd virgins likewise are
not waiting or in my future either
And because I am also not Jewish either
I am not going and am going to meet
or be welcomed by there God either
And so too goes for the Devil himself
as well be didn't even bother to
R.S.V.P
And as a non believer I also myself
Therefore also should expect and
believe that is no more or no less I
should deserve nor come to expect
Which in effect actually just reaffirmed
my faith and belief in death and I am
totally okay and alright and onboard with
The fact that when I am dead I am going
absolutely nowhere and neither is anyone
waiting to welcome or greet me there either
What I see in stars above is extremely wearisome,
with useless inane details that I wish I never knew.
Light years, space-time, black holes, big bangs,
myriads of pricks 'n specks a billion miles away - who cares?
I've been over-dubbed, deluded, and robbed,
of the romance, songs, stories,
and delightful spiritual legends
that ancient master star gazers saw
in stars above.
Hunter and archers with sword, belt, arrows and shield,
A veritable zoo of animals - lion, ram, bull, bear, llama, emu,
goat, scorpion, fish and severed heads, under arms.
Pots and pans, the scrub-a-dub dish that
ran away with the spoon.
Regal Heracles, Achilles and Troy in battles raging skyward
Bickering Gods, Virgins, Kings and Queens with kids and twins.
Action-men Pharaohs, wannabee Gods,
leaping from pyramid tops,
onto the ladder of the Milky Way, which is -
The River of Heaven, Road of Souls
The Spilled Breast Milk of Hera the Mother God
The seed-strew pathway the mighty Emus trod,
pecking their way,
In stars above.
We all should get out and look up more!
Gazing with ancient eyes into the sky above,
reveling to see and enjoy what they saw,
in stars above.