THE GREATS

The Great Tower

The Great  Wall

THe Great Power

Conquering All

The Great Look

The Great Weave

The Great Assets

Of Make-Believe

The Great Story

The Great Tweet

The Great Businessman

With Chicken Feet

The Great Buildup

The Great Spin

The Not-so-great offspring

And next of kin.

The Great Deals

The Great Trades

The Many Promises

The Great Charades

The Great Betrayal

The Great Scam

The Great Lies

Ad Nauseam

Change the World

With the stroke of a pen

Make the Great

Even Greater Again

The Great Museum

Of the Great Past

Filled with Artifacts

Not Destined to Last

The Great Floods

The Great Fires

The Great Wisdom

Of Science Deniers

The Great Legends

Of Famed Lands

With Great Pyramids

Tilting in the Sands.

PJ Laska

       Seasons in the Ravine #10

Under the six dragon sun of summer
intermittent streams stagnate in pools.
Through the foraging iridescent blackbirds
the white butterfly darts its random path.

Sitting on the porch of the cabin listening
to the roar of traffic through the foliage,
days are divorced from the cycle of seasons,
runes no longer message what's to come.

The heat eats the day and the cicadas
sharpen their knives in the maple trees.
Leaves of spring are the non-leaves of autumn,
this once & ever instance, not to be seen again.
 
    PJ Laska

Poem by Dareen Tatour, Arab poet in Israel, that got her convicted of "incitement to violence" after she posted it on social media:

Resist, My People, Resist Them

Resist, my people, resist them.

In Jerusalem, I dressed my wounds and breathed my sorrows

And carried the soul in my palm

For an Arab Palestine.

I will not succumb to the “peaceful solution,”

Never lower my flags

Until I evict them from my land.

I cast them aside for a coming time.

Resist, my people, resist them.

Resist the settler’s robbery

And follow the caravan of martyrs.

Shred the disgraceful constitution

Which imposed degradation and humiliation

And deterred us from restoring justice.

They burned blameless children;

As for Hadil, they sniped her in public,

Killed her in broad daylight.

Resist, my people, resist them.

Resist the colonialist’s onslaught.

Pay no mind to his agents among us

Who chain us with the peaceful illusion.

Do not fear doubtful tongues;

The truth in your heart is stronger,

As long as you resist in a land

That has lived through raids and victory.

So Ali called from his grave:

Resist, my rebellious people.

Write me as prose on the agarwood;

My remains have you as a response.

Resist, my people, resist them.

Resist, my people, resist them.

From the evidence against Tatour, courtesy Yoav Haifawi.

Tatour is also a photographer and directed a short documentary, according to Electronic Intifada.