Monday 31 December 2018

King of Heaven


Bashful winter's strum
winds herald with a hum
near at the end of each year
let us in on reasons to cheer.

People walking in a hurry
up and down the bustling streets
gust of restless snow flurry
overwhelmed with gifts and receipts.

Roads and shops festooned
with ribbons and garlands
in a festive array twiddly plumed
lights are blinking in the heartlands.

Shoppers ride the corporate trend
out and about on holiday sled
scenery change out of the mundane
trips, treats and glassfuls of champagne.

Flashy commercials on the television
regalement of brand merchandise
glitter and excess dazzle the vision
Yule traditions grown into a franchise.

Dance, sing, eat, drink and be merry
stuff your cheeks with ham and sherry
fattened up hamsters on the sales wheel
piggy banks smashed into mincey squeal.

Messages of the filthy rich prominent
for love and peace, being cognizant
caring about war-torn and poor diasporas
hypocritical recordings on cameras.

Lights go off and the make-up melts away
wishes and turgidity on screens will stay
think of the needy while being served gourmet
they listen to carols and watch royal ballet.

Christmas divested of its real spirit
transcendence arrested, contusion livid
bogus glitz exhibits holiday depression
pious disabused of this blank facial expression.

Around the Christmas tree looking glamorous
Yuletide dreamers of gluttony and avarice
hollow gift boxes blink once and miss
a nativity scene clashing with joy frivolous.

Nativity; the greatest tangible present
after freedom of will many resent
annually so generously given to humanity
a promise to abolish spiritual mortality.

Mythologies forged out of instinct
ere the milestone Birth lores were linked
to mother nature and to the sol invictus
God's simulacra lionised in pagan ictus.

Season's greetings ring in the new era
ending the reign of a religious chimera
God fulfilled the promise to His children
His Word to Flesh gloriously unbidden.

The Holiest Baby ever to be born
swept through like Jerusalem thorn
sleeps in the cradles of our hearts
golden flowers of truth igniting sparks.

From the Seed of the Woman
blossomed the serpent's demise
God endured to become Son of Man
to preach His Word and kill its lies.

Thenceforward, man's bruised heel
bitten and poisoned to death
with faith, blood was fast to congeal
a chance for man to draw new breath.

A white lily; whiter and purer than snow
having golden anthers radiantly aglow
conduit of the Holy Ghost by design
was chosen the Divinity to carry and enshrine.

The most fragrant flower in the Spring
Virgin Mary healed mankind's broken wing
a flower which sprang from the tears of Eve
once yellow by the Expulsion, now fair reprieve.

Archangel Gabriel during the Annunciation
told Virgin Mary She Is Mother to every nation
Maiden Restorer of worldly innocence lost
Immaculate Conception of an unblemished host.

A glorious white trumpet-like flower
signals Jesus' Birth in every dark hour
Gabriel's call to rebirth and new life
announces the King of Heaven and Afterlife.

Neither a supernova nor planetary conjunction
Angelic Congregation singing to Jesus hymns
blinding resonance chorus praised in satisfaction
the First Coming of The King of kings.

Three Magi known as the Wise Men
skilled astronomers came to Jerusalem
philosophers and counsellors from the East
seeking information from a devilish beast.

The Magi knocked on the wrong door
interpreting the heavenly signs were sure
where the King of the Jews would arrive
but couldn't locate, much less a map contrive.

Gaspar, Balthasar and Melchior's quest
in Judea's kingdom stirred great unrest
the usurper's birthday reached Herod the Great
based on prophecies he was forced to abdicate.

Frenzied Herod looked for advice
he turned to his priests and scribes
Bethlehem was revealed as the place
Magi; his recon envoy in a wild-goose chase.

Over the Bethlehem cradle shone this Star
guided the Magi and shepherds from afar
pilgrimage to a humble palace, before a manger
Cave-Born our Universal Composer and Arranger.

Pilgrims were received with cordiality
gold, frankincense and myrrh their offerings
by Hallelujah were sworn to confidentiality
while Angels sang the end of human sufferings.

The avatar of dark angel wanted blood
to rid himself of the Messianic Flood
therefore, devised a massacre of innocence
firstborn sons of Egypt killings renascence.

Herod ordered the slaughter of all male infants
execution of two years old and under triumphants
first Christian Martyrs and protective shield
for Him Who brought a sword the world to wield.

Born into persecution from cradle to the grave
equal fate His followers shall always face
fearful of The Holy Word like a tidal wave
His Image the powers of darkness crave to erase.

When Jesus came of age His Mission began
one third of The Holy Trinity was baptised
by John the Baptist, vanguard of The Divine Plan
christened by The Holy Ghost, Christ.

John the Forerunner had preached the Gospel
Herod Antipas and Herodias being of brothel
couldn't accept his rebuke for their adultery
so Herodias beheaded him via Salome the cutlery.

Jesus' story, Healer of World War scars and travails.
But who still do the dance of the seven veils?
Who still sentence Jesus to The Cross with nails?
Who still fear The Nativity calling it tall tales?

Tuesday 25 December 2018

Horriflection


Fragmented image stares back
compound eyes of bereavement
perplexity's shards ransack
pieces unevenly in concealment
broken credence loves the dark
fright and tremor in the vacuum
scythe disguised as question mark
buzzing the field of dreams pre-bloom
remainders, ice cubes inside a glass
half-empty abandoned in the taproom
harmony checked out waving a cutlass
tipsy at the entrance of neurosis
emptiness tumblerfuls beget cirrhosis.

Down burning substance puts the dream
fantasy that became a nightmare
saltiness further isolates the bream
scales chipped away to threadbare
heat spiking the roof of the mouth
fiery waterfalls caress the gullet
provisional warmth with cottonmouth
a perpetual hole inside the wallet
swollen vessel, living dead
bottleshapes revolving homestead
spider veins, strips of lace
lavatories head's resting place
feigning innocence while losing face.

Each flushing sound a mile
becalmed watching the sea smile
a tiny pond of dirt and regret
at a captain holding a gimlet
whose crew feelings mutinied
for their master wasn't certified
leading them straight to reefs
heart skips, mind skips
skipper fast asleep at the helm
unprotected from the whelm
waking up slap, salty lashing
screwdriver bores a hole in the head
tears after happy hour thrashing.

Chaos on a ghost ship to extinction
hull riddled with apertures
keel crushed by brute partition
hundred fangs of connoisseurs
black rats down in the hold
hidden into every nook and cranny
hungrily scared remote-controlled
searching for their liquid honey
bitter taste became sweeter in time
paws feel for in erratic pantomime
rodents relish the moonshine drop
thoughts toward desire won't stop
personal tragedy of vermin menagerie.

As the whirlpools deliver torque
incisors sink and pop the cork
bottles spout like whales
lightning strikes the masts
toppled and tangled in the sails
oddment hit by fulmination blasts
caught up in the Bermuda Triangle
weakness, loss and dismay
splinters of shipwrecks mangle
captured by apocalyptic disarray
whence and whereto this cutty sark
upon which adventures did it embark
question trapped in quotation marks
horrible visage on the stormy water
seas don't reflect back when they totter.

Through the portholes a slur
inside somnambulist now astir
disjointed submersible of disaster
swilling gallons to sink faster
on its maiden voyage it got hit
smashed by the tip of an iceberg
long ago, captain has chosen to quit
not spending a unit of erg
so that the tide is turned
the abyss most once more has earned
treasure-trove of heavy chests
chock-full of words unspoken
flushed away with chains unbroken
holding back catharsis it will rest
emesis and a shoulder to cry on
could be a timely life-vest.


Wednesday 5 December 2018

Wolves of Grey


Chilling smile forming crescent moon
eating from another mouth with stolen spoon
gül reçeli red dripping colouring the lips
genocidal taste lingers in sticky apocalypse.

Yellow eyes mirroring the stars
windows to an inhumanly violent soul
fetid oily skin covered in battle scars
descendant of warriors who came in a shoal.

Lineage traced back to the conquest age
invaders in waves who subjugated Eurasia's gage
riding on bare horseback raised on the steppe
Attila, then Temujin, after Temür sprayed the doorstep.

Innocent blood painted this flag feeding your veins
frowning and resolved you hold these reins
same gripping fashion of Mehmed the stormer
penetrating the walls being sly martial performer.

Taking the spoils of war in your greedy hands
with dağlama demiri printing the slave brands
backdoor traitors permanently burnt into the skin
as stylized hançer sculpted their next of kin.

Fertilized a vast empire with Oriental agility
flooded by feral sperm was Occidental docility
genetic carrier hints at a scrawny outbred body
etched by Altaic mountain range oafishly shoddy.

A hungry wild grey wolf raised in a pack
mangy fur appears silvery in the moonlit dark
crooked teeth gnawing at the cunning itch of dönme
flea on either Sultan or Bourgeois incubates his dogma.

Forced kâfir women before your Uighur panhead ail
harems clustered around you naked and pale
conditioned yeñiçeri also fall head over heels so frail
both on your fully erect eğri kılıç they flail.

Every cariye longs for your tonguelike lokum
same fever given to iç oğlanları brought up in the Enderûn
molested into whirling dervishes on your scimitar
breach Şeriat risking their lives for a lap dance bizarre.

Eclipsed the crescent moon by atrocities of the past
well-nigh, house of cards the grotto shall collapse
in retribution marble cracks releasing the brigades
slays with a swing of his sword the King of Spades.

In between the devil and the deep blue sea,
tails between their legs, grey wolves all will flee
back into the imperial crimson of the Orient
outside the Great Wall quivery howls, cubs spent.