"'The Deluge" by J.M.W. Turner‘Armageddon’ and Other Poetry on Recent Riots The Society July 8, 2020 Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 4 Comments Armageddon a tennos on the current socio-political situation by C.B. Anderson Some of my former friends are now definitively leftist; The most intelligent among them are the very deftest At shading and manipulating history’s plain truth To bring about a darker world where only claw and tooth Have any proper meaning in the fluid scheme of things. It wasn’t all that long ago we did away with kings, But now the trend is to eliminate all civil order, Abolish reasoned discourse, and to open every border. The world envisioned here will be controlled by vicious thugs Who cut the tongues of dissidents and sell our children drugs. The Way to Grandmother’s House The only valid response to the modern world is total withdrawal, or warfare without quarter. —Derek Burgoyne by Joseph S. Salemi To get there, you must pass a dark fig tree And grapevines thick with clustered fruit. Sunlight Penetrates just enough to let you see The footworn narrow walkway. To your right A marble bowl and column (a bird bath In which a lumpish frog-in-concrete squats) Stand at a tilt, just off the garden path Lined with mossy stones. In random spots Are white clamshells, far from their ocean home, Laid out in mazy patterns, now obscured By clover, sedum, grass, and earthy loam. Grandmother and her house are well immured In self-sequestered solitude’s long lease, Far from the world’s confusion and misrule. Here you can sit untroubled and at peace Like pungent wine casks in the cellar’s cool. Think of the stench beyond this place—the muck Of pointless contestation and debate, Where one must face the vast, untutored ruck Of human dregs not even worth one’s hate. Think of the lies, as thick as oozing tar, The noisome cheats and propagandist frauds, Illusion throned high, like a gimcrack star Of tinsel on our self-appointed lords. Remind yourself that all of it is dreck Unworthy of a sideways glance. Instead Remain here and avoid the moral wreck That comes from traffic with the walking dead. Grandmother’s house has all her grandsons need: Order, reason, structure, measure, laws, Inheritance, tradition, and the seed Of vengeance with its red cathartic claws. First published in Blue Unicorn The Pen Is Mightier? by Joe Tessitore I’ve heard that the pen is mightier than the sword, But a brick is a lot to contend with. So the next time I face a barbarian horde, ‘Tis the sword that I’d rather defend with. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. 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The motions of the lines help the wine overcome whatever is ugly in the images as in current events. Mr. Anderson’s rhythms make unbroken progress to the logical end desired by the progressives. Dr. Salemi’s lush images fade into images less easy to imagine, including that creature just breaking into sight at the end of the poem. Mr. Tessitore’s final fillip turns a proverb inside out with flair. You may not have considered these works relaxing entertainment, but see what art and the mind can do. Reply C.B. Anderson July 9, 2020 Margaret, That creature breaking into sight at the end of Salemi’s poem was prefigured in the epigraph. The “lush images” you make note of are one reason why, in my opinion, my own piece was just a poem, but Salemi’s poem was a work of art. The contrast between the two halves are remarkable. As far as Mr. Tessetore’s poem goes, I shall remember his advice if or when I am confronted by hurled bricks, though perhaps an AR-15 would be better than a sword. 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