Monday, February 4, 2013

New poem by John Curl



American Qatar
(for Mohamed Ibn Al Ajami)
By John Curl
 
I will leave my cares behind
and fly on a magic tapestry
to lush desert Qatar,
a land of sun-baked fantasy
where dark-eyed houris,
in voluptuous perfection,
lounge in open tents
by camel race tracks.
 
I will circle the seemingly barren countryside,
once the poorest of Gulf states,
noted mainly for pearl diving
and long-horned, leaping oryx antelopes,
until I reach Al Udeid Air Base,
US Central Command’s Forward Headquarters,
regional Combined Air and Space Operations Center,
responsible for all US military actions
in the Middle East, North Africa, and Central Asia,
including Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran,
then tour the vast oil and gas fields,
15 billion barrels and 800 trillion cubic feet,
which brought to the Al Thani family fabulous wealth,
and to the working population,
95 percent foreign workers,
involuntary servitude, bonded labor,
vicious conditions,
restrictions on movement,
arbitrary detention,
physical, mental, and sexual abuse.
 
I will relax on the peninsula shore
with Emir Sheikh Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani,
absolute and hereditary monarch,
and his lovely wives, siblings,
nephews and cousins,
sipping cardamom-spiced coffee
from thimble-like cups,
while the sheikh’s daughters feed me
rose water and pistachio pudding,
a hundred variety of dates,
then dine on a whole lamb roasted on a bed of rice and nuts,
a richly spiced machbous stew of lobster,
crab, tuna, snapper, shrimp,
and body parts collected after drone raids
sizzling in a broth of human blood.
 
I will visit Doha Central Prison,
count the roaches and rats in the filthy cells,
listen to the screams
at the interrogation room door,
leaf through the forced confessions
of imaginary crimes against the state,
watch prisoners flogged and stoned
in the prison yard. I will
look for you there in your tiny cell,
Mohamed Ibn Al Ajami,
sentenced to life
for a poem criticizing the
elite ruling family
of thieves. If we could break you out,
we would not hesitate, but all we can
offer you today is a glass of clean love
and the world’s ear.
 
Satiated, I will head to
the Family Fun tourist
Amusement Park of 1001 delights,
by the water’s edge in Doha,
called the Kingdom of Aladdin,
with thrilling games and rides suitable for all ages,
and GIs on leave,
Ferris wheel, carousel, bumper cars,
go-karts, trampoline, air hockey arena,
video game arcade. I will
stand in the front car
of the Thunder Bullet roller coaster
and violate Articles 130 and 134 of the Penal Code,
invoking many years in prison
or even death
for speaking truth
about the Emir
and prophesizing the downfall           
of his crime family regime,
propped in place by American imperial might.
I will stand in the front car of the roller coaster
and speak your poem.

And as I speak I will listen
to the Gulf waters lapping softly
against the gentle beach
and hear their echoes
in the deep heart of the people,
beyond oppression’s reach.

new Haiku by Melba Abela


Black Crow



Black crow rose again
Obamacare promised land
Reality bites.




Thursday, January 24, 2013

Two poems by Gary Hicks . . . he has a new book out!


herod's  descendents

 
oklahoma city
newtown
colorado twice over
newtown
the uncounted of the 'hoods and barrios
newtown
abu ghraib
newtown
my lai
newtown
sand creek
newtown
wounded knee
newtown
the 38 indian chiefs hung in minnesota by abe lincoln
newtown
hiroshima
newtown
nagasaki
newtown
dresden and leipzig
newtown
the tens of thousands of nicaragua and el salvador and guatemala
newtown
the millions of congolese dead to make available the chips for the laptop on which this
       poem is written
newtown
the tens of thousands in "fast and furious" mexico
newtown
and on and on and on.......
 
newtown has proven once more that
what's going around is coming around
and these twenty-eight slain are
twenty-eight more reasons
that i am a communist
calling for the indictments
the trials
the findings of guilty
the removal from our midst
of those who knowinglly
and willfully make available
for whatever the market would bear
the weapons of mass destruction
of our children the world over
the murder of adults who would
protect the children
 
indict! try! remove
the gangsters and
their organized crime
called capitalism
 
berkeley ca     12-19-2012



hospital  doodlings

 
one  
 
six weeks
not one word
written when so much
to be recounted
said
screamed
yet a silence
signifying
the need to
obey to heed
the call
to hold off
chill out
until absolutely
sure
of something to
say
 
two  
 
awake
sheets wrapped
all around me
hurricane night
of tossing  turning
nurse on duty tells me
i was doing
a mad dance
which if true means
steps never tried
when awake
not tried at party settings
even when i drank
the better not to hear
remarks about
my dire clumsiness
sheets
wrapped all
around me
announce
an awesome potential
that at age sixty-six
and disabled legs
will never be allowed
to get kinetic
 
berkeley ca   7-28 to 8-5-2012 
 
gary hicks