Thursday, July 18, 2019

Our Defiance




Poster by Shepard Fairey


Our Defiance

“There is no week, nor day, nor hour when
tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the
people lose their spirit of defiance.”
--Walt Whitman.

Caught in a nightmare passing as daydream;
suffering with these demonics for three long years.
Our government has become rival teams.
I fill a weeping cup with my sad tears.
I fill my secret chamber with real fears.
I tell you our Republic can not stand
Trump’s fascist lyrics as a one man band.
Each day brings new abuses, smirks, slurs, and lies.
I will vow to help stop Trump with my hand
on a voting lever; and nobody dies.



Dizain

Glenn Buttkus

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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Terra Australis




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Terra Australis

“Antarctica is the only place left on the earth that is
still as it should be. May we never tame it.”
--Andrew Denton .

The continent at the south pole was the last land 
mass to be discovered. Though unseen and 
untouched, still it was imagined. Maps in the 
1600’s labeled it “Australia”. It was called that for
over two hundred years. In 1775, Captain Cook
stated that the existence of a south pole continent
was “probable”. In the early 19th century Dutch
settlers in New Holland changed its name to
Australia, and the polar continent remained
nameless for 80 years.

The first humans to set foot on the south pole
were the French in 1840. They named it
Antarctica--the place furthest from the Arctic.
It turned out to be twice the size of Australia,
about 6 million square miles. It is covered with
massive ice sheets, and it contains 70% of the
world’s fresh water.Today there are several ice 
sheets melting and collapsing. If it melts faster
it could raise the level of the ocean 200 feet.

 I tell you, the polar
caps are melting; soon coastlines
will shrink on all maps.



Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub

Monday, July 15, 2019

Dies Solis







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Dies Solis


“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see
the shadows.”--Helen Keller.

It’s a humungous glob
of hot plasma,
a yellow dwarf star.

Even the blind
see the sun ,
and they use it
for orientation.

It has been both
worshipped and despised;
its rays burn skin,
and cause cancer.

It’s a seductress,
but not my friend.



Glenn Buttkus

Quadrille

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Thursday, June 27, 2019

Blackthorne--Episode 97




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Blackthorne

Cinemagenic Ninety-Seven

Prelude

“Go to the poets, they will speak to thee more
of purer creatures.”
--William Wordsworth, THE PRELUDE.

1(two shot) Buck turned to her.
2(sound cue) piano and cello.
3(medium close up) She was sitting next to the
gnarly oak, her legs folded Indian fashion, her
hands in her lap, her eyes fastened on him,
wearing a small smile.
Salina: Why don’t you take your hat off and stay
a while.
4(return to two shot) He came to her.
Buck: Don’t mind if I do--whatever the lady wants.
He took off his hat, the rawhide strap dangling, and
placed it gently in the clover. She removed her black
hat with the tassels, and placed it alongside his; two
ebon head gear, his and hers, side by side.
Salina: Put your head in my lap.
He sat down--whatever the lady wants.
He turned over and rested his shaggy head on her 
lap. He could feel the corset and her thighs beneath
her skirt. She smoothed his thick brown hair,
wrapping her long fingers in it, tugging gently.
5(cut to overhead crane shot, that descends slowly)
Buck: Thank you for lunch.
She touched his cheek, and then ran two fingers
over his full lower lip.
Salina: You are very welcome
6(tight two-shot) He sat up and faced her.
7(sound cue) violins and harp.
He took her hands, kissed them, took her forearms
took her shoulders, then held her face. Her jade eyes
met his blue ones. She kissed his hands. He put his
mouth to hers gently. She closed her eyes and
returned his kiss, open mouthed. She put her arms
around his neck, like a woman does. He put his
strong arms around her, and he held her. She
hugged him, and he could feel her breasts pressing
against his chest.
Her hair smelled clean and fresh, and faintly of 
perfumed soap. He could smell himself, and he
lamented the work sweat he wore. She only
smelled a man. He ran his hands through her
long hair, rubbing her neck. She looked up, and
he kissed again, passionately. She reciprocated
his ardor. He unbuckled his gun belt, and
plunked it into a brass pile. She put her arms
around his neck again. She playfully kissed his
nose, his eyes, his chin, and his neck.
Salina, breathless: Careful, you keep this up, and
I may have to eat you alive.
Buck: I’ve wanted you since the first moment I 
laid eyes on you.
Salina: If you take this ride, you may be sorry you
let me have my head.
Buck: Let ‘er rip. I’m pretty good at staying in the
saddle, and hell, I’ve been bucked off before.
Salina: So what are we going to do about this?
Buck: We could rut like rabbits, or back off and
pretend we’re both still virgins.
Salina: I think you know that the bloom’s off this
rose.
Buck: Nothing left but the hard pit on this cherry.
Salina: I could tell you though, it feels different with
us. You make feel unblemished.
Buck: Different?
Salina: I could tell you that you’re the one I’ve been
waiting for, that every man who has ever touched me
was just preparing me for you.
Buck: Pretty good line. I could tell you I feel the same.
Salina: Do you?
8(sound cue) piano and violins.
Buck: Two peas in a pod, twins.
Salina: Whoa Hoss, how about kissing cousins?
Buck: That works for me, time to fish or cut bait.
Salina: Well, hell--let’s get to it!


Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub OLN

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Verduous Veritas




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Verduous Veritas

“I love it when a flower, or a little tuft of grass, grows
through a crack in the concrete--it is so fucking
heroic.”--George Carlin.

Since the dawn primeval,
when the great green canopy
blacked out the sun,
creatures struggling below 
flicked their olive tongues,
still wet from licking
the dew off the moss.

I’m here to report
nature’s essence is not red,
it is deep pulsating green,
like sucking the heart
out of green tomatoes,
like penicillin, Islamic flags,
ivy and budding leaves;

or life after death,
tarter on dead teeth,
mold on sun-bleached bones,
or odiferous rot
as flesh and wood and organs
decompose,
and make their way
home,
to the earth’s verdant womb.

I have to suggest
that each of you
needs to seek out
a peaceful glen,
expanses of grass, clover
and buttercups,
then lie on your back,
eyes flashing emerald,
arms wide open to a green sun,
hearts brimming with green fire;

and let the legions tramp by
their silver armor clanking,
their bloody pilum held high, 
because even the cockroaches know
that hell and war and greed
ride a raven-black stead,
and are never green.



Glenn Buttkus

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Monday, June 24, 2019

Magma Memories




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Magma Memories

“The time is past when mankind can selfishly draw
down on Earth’s exhaustible resources. This planet
is not a Commodity.”--Francois Hollande,
President of the French Republic.

3.54 billion years ago, this planet was just a molten
ball, and it had no surface oxygen. It took millions
of years to cool, to form a crust, and cover itself
with oceans.

Life began in the dark womb depths of the sea.
Prehistoric man emerged 3 million years ago.
Science has tread on biblical Genesis for many
centuries. Mankind’s piece of the cosmic pie
chart is just a slender faint thread of the Great
Tapestry, a glaze on a grain of sand in the
Sahara of Time.

Plate tectonics continue to reshape oceans and
continents. From 3,000 years ago to the present, 
Man has evolved into the dominant species, and
as such has become capable and guilty of
affecting global change, the biosphere, the Earth’s
surface, the hydrosphere, and the atmosphere.
Oh, what bad boys are we--now is there actually
time for redemption and reconciliation?

This old planet has
undergone drastic changes, like
the Ice Age; what’s next?



Glenn Buttkus

Haibun

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Thursday, June 20, 2019

Quagmire Awaits




Death to America--AOL.com


Quagmire Awaits

“There was a lesson taught in Viet Nam and Iraq,
and we should have learned it by now. 
--Barack Obama .

The Middle East wears the robes of Hell.
Trump has provided the hand basket.
I can hear the Liberty Bell
tolling for thousands of future caskets.

I fear there will be another war in Iran.
Please, you must understand--
Trump is a dunce led by hawks,
military action could override talks.

18 years we have been in Afghanistan.
The Islamic lions prove to be very tough,
and they thrive in the mountainous rough. 
They will continue to fight to the last man,

woman and child. Did Iraq teach us
nothing, whelped by political lies?
Forget advancing, we must seek exodus.
No more cannon fodder midst the quagmire. 



Glenn Buttkus

Quatrain

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