The Biggest Dumb Ride in the World all rights reserved MSwaid
 

All rights strictly reserved MSwaid, The Red Wheelbarrow open source, by Wm Carlos Williams

—“The Red Wheelbarrow”:

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

 

Oh the bowling was great then.

Sometimes I think of these souls 

I caught coming out, going in

if they knew they were part

of the long project called:

How the Ants Got Famous.

Who remembers the Daily Kos?

No one.

All rights to this photo are strictly retained by the photographer.

 

https://vimeo.com/130303794?fl=pl&fe=sh

At the end of the most uncivil war in Beirut, the Zionistas licked their lips and rubbed their hands together and never thought in a million years anyone would ever dare tell them no.  All rights reserved MSwaid

If you or a loved one thinks they may be in an abusive relationship with Nazism, turn to your local chapter of anything, anyone because over 90% of all the world is now your shoulder to cry on.

 

All rights reserved MSwaid.  Sambo's 1983.  My customers became my hostages, trapped in the forever of the temporary.

I was always a photographer first, poet second. Nowdays, anyone can produce a passable image with the flick of an index finger on a little bubble on a screen. However. It's even more temporary, more disposable than it (photography) has ever been.

Good thing is, for me anyway, hardly anyone can write a poem anymore worth reading. 

Large Language Models, oh pshaw!  Little magnetic poet boxes from Barnes and Noble.

We all die anyway.

 

The Corniche, alas. The Nazis approach from the south. All rights reserved MSwaid
 

Go in, Get out, Try up.
All rights reserved MSwaid 2026

 

The Zionist 1983

At AZ State University, the Palestinians and the ZioOccupierNaxis used to set out tables to "educate".  I had literally no clue what all the fuss was about back then. I was innocently shooting pictures most likely for an assignment in beginning photography (I was already well on my way to understanding the whole deal with photography) so I figured hey, why not 'get a degree' to prove that I knew what I knew. So this arsehole got his hand right in front of my camera. You see, they've always known that they were criminals. Always and don't ever forget that.  All rights reserved MSwaid

 St. Mary's, Tucson AZ circa 1987 all rights reserved MSwaid

 [41.37] And among His signs are the night and the day and the sun and the moon; do not make obeisance to the sun nor to the moon; and make obeisance to Allah Who created them, if Him it is that you serve.

 True Love America

Begins near 20 and 24th
streets in Monro-via,
in front of the JFK
Memorial hospital-
People go there to die and work,
limping in and out
on one leg, maybe two
but most never go and the girl
at the bus stop sells used towels,
your uncle Ned's pajamas
to a Godwin or Cornelius.
These clean people have hearts
inside their hearts
bigger than the Mets versus the Yankees
times the Sox.
Their love is ne plus ultra.

 

 "It is interesting that those who have figured it all out hope to lecture those of us who have, figured it all out." -Darla Whitehead, "Book of Revelations"

Manifesting the grandchildren of the great elk known as "Grandpa Bull". Just poured a cup of coffee in Nutrioso and heard the strange sounds after pleading with the Creator, "let me see". 

 

Streetlights At Six

In the long haul of getting

used to it, an acre of years

in the bottleneck of time,
What about the flags, the stories
to tell, receipts and neighbors
who bicker over parking space.
I am the homeless I'll say. A good excuse.

All of that Atlantic below us,

every one of her fish.
Leaving is always the same,
goodbye to fog and the shape of bread
there, impractical kitchens.
Hello to the typical bravery
of fire departments, right on red remember?
Sliding doors and old formica.
Year after year labelled first to thirty first
in Gregorian. Everyone is bringing 1980
to the pot luck. Streetlights at six.

Xeroscaping. Lawnmowing. Post offices.
Little Debbie cakes, better homes and gardens
up the yingyang. A certain kind of heaven
but no where like home, clicking my heels
and they don't know where to go:
Witch of the East, Witch of the North,
one shiney the other vindictive.
It was always about them. Then someplace else.

Big Tall People

Rare appointments

in the festooned ghost matter,

allegiance tender

caught amidst imbroglio

after imbroglio on the bridge

overgrown in pyracanthus,

over and then down those streets

down those roads

down all the downs

to the bottom then

around a corner

at the intersection of contemplation.

We go and we go

and go again until there

is no more going.

Not up, nor down,

to wait as time

does her thing

to the ants and plaster.

Ah, the "Valentine" sent to Beirut in 2005 from the 'you know who they ares'.

This is actually, a true poem in a cannon of other true pomes. I do not like writing fake news...but that's just me. One addendum was made after we evacuated the next year (July 2006) after the 'you know who they ares' got rid of the Lebanese financier who worked in that lovely Saudi Arabia for Saudi Oger...on February 14, 2005..Rafik Hariri, who had rebuilt Beirut in its own image..of yore. The one that now is in ruins after countless attacks on the banking system by the 'you know who they ares' both inside and outside the country.

Cash was king and Saudi was laying the ground work for who knows what...I mean, sometimes generous but never when muslims need it the most, like right now or when the banking system was being crashed in order to disable the 'resistance'. Love those old movies when the 'resistance' in France was idolized and yadayadayada. Oh puhlease. France used to know how to be honest. And to be clear, Saudi has suppressed knowledge for so long, they get quite confused in terms of um...the knowledge in which they are well described.

Zoom in, Zoom out: This is the term coined by Sayed HN, may Allah be pleased with the shahid when the Western media sought to provoke internal turmoil in Arab lands by declaring that 'no one is on the street supporting' their ________you fill in the blank...go ahead, they've taught many of you the words they like to use to insult Muslim Leaders both political and religious. Please note, you are supposed to call the religious ones Imams. Or you could say clergy if the word Imam is just too triggering for you. Lets level the playing field shall we? "Mullah" is really not an ok word to use and it will in fact identify your internal bias. Just saying.

Anyway, he was referring to the enormous crowds supporting the liberation of Lebanon, yet again, from the vile invaders to the south. The crowds were gigantic but Western "MSM" would keep the camera at a narrow angle and avoid panning out to show the truth.

Sorry...but I have issues, quite frankly, it is PTSD. I have issues with blind people who continue to spew propaganda meant to obtain your consent. Know this: Psychopaths NEED you to be complicit so they can continue to conduct business as usual...you know, the murder and mayhem that Psychopaths are known for.

BEIRUT ASSASSIN LEAVES MARK

The cocks were storm-crowing that morning
after a real long spell of total
environmental darkness. Two broughams sped by.

(In the land of the prophets
the angels speak out-loud,
people pretend not to notice.
Here it is the status quo.)

All the clocks whirred with quick sighs
and at sunset the clouds were full of the dust
from extinct volcanoes.
On the beach loversbodies were kissing
each other while long lost birds
perched in the Cedars up north
and sang their common song of return.
On the Corniche, people brought
valentines, coffee and cardammon
from every shop on Hamra.
Then everything just stopped.
Windows fell apart one by one
and people ran home, started looking.

Zoom in, ZOOM out, zoom IN, zoOM Out.

I felt around for my watch to note the time.
School was letting out and I compared JFK,
that unholy day to this one. Must have been similar,
the way we huddled close and locked
all our doors, turned on our TVs .

Human forms felt their way toward the crater
and the same herd of goats crossed my path twice.
Cars hung in the windows of hotels
for months and years on end.
No more luck, no more money, no more beadsmen.
The predictions are keen to usurp everyone
and the last unlucky man born will keep vigil
near a pitcher of water and a set of lost keys,
a tape recorder will produce the truth.
Airports fell first and then the invasions,
a graveyard was blown into the sky,
the dairies all went dry
but it does take some time, perhaps forever.

The poor remained indifferent.

One man was found two weeks later in the rubble,
pointing in one direction, holding his cell
in the other, see him?
No one called out the dogs because it is said
the canines ate the corpses in Sabra and Shatilla.

I wonder.. to whom was he speaking,
where was he pointing?

...again, I've been witnessing this for decades now. I'm sincerely hoping people can catch up and are galloping to do so.

Life is actually a race if you only knew.

Peace belongs to those who deserve peace. It belongs to those who know which side they are on...and those who avoid shooting not only other like minded fellows but their own stupid foot.

Notes from Crowhaven Farm/The color of Rust

My old friend, the Snakefeeder, the herald of the rains, a scribe of May who watches children walk home on the last day from Lincoln elementary. I do recollect the consideration of dropping that card into the Liffey that ran below us as I'd never failed a class before, let alone two! All because I didn't want to handle an eaten-up chicken bone and attach it to construction paper. My mother made me do it anyway and Mr. Brindley changed the grade. Or maybe he didn't, it was one of those lesson things they're convinced will get you to the top of the heap. All the adults insistent on the learning process, but this...I never learned to sew and barely brushed my teeth. I was all wrong until one day until I wasn't and blossomed. It was that easy to turn life around because adults are so good at that, seldom try and when one does, it's the wrong guy.

Ode To The Gully Washer

When it came down we'd bow
our heads and utter each to each
in the plain-spoken dialogue
of the deluge. A year's worth
of waiting over in a flash. Resurrection's
aisle cleaned up, mint and grass
combed out properly in three directions.
A kicked ball would turn up
near the corner in a stretch
of wild rasberries wholly out
of reach, trespassing sign not needed.
Toe-pinchers and water walkers,
giant red dragonflies called snakefeeders:
everything with a description
sorting origin and function, a collection
of results-specific identifiers
for the concerns of our people.
Wasps with addresses and vendettas,
rocks with names beside
bamboo and China Berries,
pop beetles and walking sticks.
A host of communion eaters
and seekers, drought prone to river wise.
Our contempt reserved for the fires

The Age of Ignorance

In order to get there
go out and return
or haven't you been there?
Up and up, to the shade
and forest, and down
again because to die there.
Have not all rules
been ignored then
and that is ignorance?
To each his own
they say and that is
our noble polytheism.
Sending these coupons
through the mail
to you, to your table.
Have not the laureates
culled their letters
for the laws they lived by?

Ode to Higgin's Hill

The stuff of loosed

children where the dead dogs

we remember
keep our secrets,

up in the summer

in the rains

and lightning,

we swam to swim

and walked there,

walked our bikes 

up the hill, 

rode them down

between six and supper.

A friend sent me a message yesterday....so few have done that.  I do know exactly how many and which ones and could have predicted that from the beginning, when I first met them.  It's funny how just a little message can make a difference to a person.

My response opened the flood gate. I'd been searching for the right word to convey my feelings...not to others but to my self.  And it came:

My heart is breaking. It is breaking in ways I didn't know were possible. It hurts to feel one's heart breaking. A child dying. A marriage dissolving. A house burning. The loss of a leg, an arm.

Nothing matters anymore. None of it. Gold, silver, bank accounts. Food, warmth, sunlight.

My heart is breaking but what is even more important:

I always knew it would. I tried to sever things that would minimize the damage. To cut them off before the bleeding.

What About Mars?

No more problems says the package
the cure came in, no more
warning labels and the price tag
no longer legible. It began
with flashy children and fast cars
then people started talking
about the leftover stuff
after the move out,
wondered what would happen
to the crystal ball and Japanese flag.
Where to put Mars now?
Whose house next?

[48.16] Say to those of the dwellers of the desert who were left behind: You shall soon be invited (to fight) against a people possessing mighty prowess; you will fight against them until they submit; then if you obey, Allah will grant you a good reward; and if you turn back as you turned back before, He will punish you with a painful punishment.- From the "Victory" in the Glorious Quran

"Mountains may move from their position, but you should not move from yours. Grit your teeth. Lend to Allah your head (in fighting for Allah, give yourself to Allah). Plant your feet firmly on the ground. Have your eye on the remotest foe and close your eyes (to their numerical majority). And keep sure that succour is but from Allah, the Glorified." Sermon #11 Nahjul al Balagha, Ali ibn Abu Taleb, Chief of the Believers. THERE IS NO EXIT RAMP.

[8.30] And when those who disbelieved devised plans against you that they might confine you or slay you or drive you away; and they devised plans and Allah too had arranged a plan; and Allah is the best of planners. -From "The Accessions" IOW, translates to "The escalation ladder" in the Glorious Quran.

 Laith Marouf on the ground in Lebanon, the criminal entity using 'Al Qaeda' proxies to fight their 'war'.

https://www.youtube.com/live/9_5mFbhglRE?si=bf0FZEJJfsglWPxQ

As the World Turns, faster and faster

In Lebanon, all hell is breaking loose. In the south, the "IOF" has used Humvee vehicles, apparently flaunting the idea that they don't even need to use the mighty Merkhava anymore. 

There have been at least a dozen and according to some reports, over 20 Merkhavas either disabled or totally destroyed and put out of commission in this latest criminal attack against the sovereign nation of Lebanon. It is important to note that one of the primary reasons the "IOF" Zionist Regime could not and did not remain inside of Lebanon after the 2006 illegal "incursion" was due to their own foolishness. 

In 2006, the criminal "Zionist" regime bombed every bridge in Lebanon save for the major arteries and this left them bogged down and at the mercy of the liberation front in the south and cost them numerous casualties and deaths. As well, the size and maneuverability of the Merkhava did not allow for ease of traversing the zigzaging jungle of roads in and out of thousands of villages in the south. 

The growth and spread of the villages in the south has created an unending carpet of residential enclaves and a significant change in the battlefield landscape that the "Zionist" criminal regime faces. Twenty years ago, there were vast expanses of undeveloped farmland that did not provide much cover for either the Resistance Army or the "IOF" itself. Not anymore.

In this newest incarnation of Zionist land theft, genocide and elimination of Lebanese culture, the "IOF" is employing the use of Humvees however, what several videos reveal is the seeming abandonment of these vehicles out in the open. In these videos produced by the Resistance army of the south, there is a notable absence of actual crininal invaders. Of course, the "Zionist Regime" never reports the results of numerous assaults resulting in 'troop' injuries or deaths and one can apply a factor of double to most statistics reported by "Israeli" news services, probably even greater than that.

In other developments, the Lebanese parliment continues to attempt to serve it's "ZioUs" master and act treasonously against the Lebanese people. It is difficult to measure how this will end. I have noted that there was a large influx of media stories in the English version of the Lebanese News services indicating a desperate attempt to control the 'local narrative" or at least, the one I am privy to as a non Arabic literate reader. My belief is that the people of Lebanon are not going to sit idly by while certain members of their parliment allow South Lebanon to be bartered off in exchange for ....nothing. A fistful of dollars in the pocket of a corrupt parliment member (or two or ten).

The Lebanese parliment is accused of abandoning the country, having relieved the army of any HZB leaning leadership and is using it as a personal extension of their own treasonous alliance to the "West", allowing it to be used as a tool of the failing, endless wars of the ZioUs Empire. The Lebanese parliment is creating a 'retreating force' and failing to protect the Christian villages that are interspersed with Muslim ones throughout the areas not already eradicated from the map by this criminal and evil and most of all, cowardly 'army'.  The UN as well, is about as useful as tits on a hog and have been attacked by the perpetually delusional ZioUs forces. Indonesian forces were attacked and there is a complaint at the "UN", again, the same "Food for Oil" institution that hosted such luminaries as Kofi Annan who lined his pockets with the monetary instrument called starvation of indigenous people.

Word on the street has it however, that HZB is allowing this incursion to sink even deeper into what can only be described as a jungle of suburbs, neverending 'empty' homes anxiously waiting to trap the devils in their own hall of mirrors in the South. But that's just whispers. Or not.

 

In a shameful move, abandoning south Lebanon's Christians and putting them back into the hands of Israel, the Lebanese army has left Debl and is preparing to leave Rmeich and other towns

They are abandoned south Lebanon to set the stage for long term occupation

Notice how none of these M113 have their machine gun installed? This is what Israel allows and the U.S enables. We are not allowed to have real security, only submission

There were at least a dozen civilian martyrs throughout the south and all the way up to Khalde. Four journalists.

Gaza, here we come.  

Or not.