Dervish Whirl

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by Rawclyde!

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Ollie spin spin spin

All around the ruin of the village mosque

Bump into walls, out hole in a wall

Up the path, thru the gate, into the house

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Spinning like a top, spinning ’til he drop

A grinning little lass burning lots of gas

A midget dust-devil whirling room to room

‘Til finally he bump Mom & say:

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“Burqa burqa burqa!”

“Wha?”

“Burqa burqa burqa!”

She hand him a yellow polka-dot burqa & he spin away

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Meanwhile back in the ruins big brother Habibullah

Twist his hand around n’ around Col. Sheena Johnson’s arrow

That so long ago zzzzzzzip thru that hand &

Pin him to the wall

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He twist his hand around & around

The pain shoot up n’ down his arm

In n’ out his heart

Col. Johnson see Taliban eyes full of hate go gooey

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Here come little dusty Afghanistani whirlwind

spinning spinning & grinning

Ollie puts Momma’s burqa in Habibullah’s other hand

Bulla hands the holy garment to my denudated U.S. Army colonel…

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 guest artists:

Steve McCurry

http://stevemccurry.wordpress.com/tag/nuristan

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Robert Longo

http://www.robertlongo.com

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text:

Copyright Clyde Collins 2014

The Afghaneeland Adventure Series | Old Timer Chronicle II

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Burqa Time

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Col. Sheena Johnson

No longer on the radar

Her outpost so carefully nurtured & thriving

Is bombed & abandoned

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A detriment to the war effort

Yes, no longer on the radar

provocatively walks up

In her jungle-girl allure

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Walks up to Habibullah the young Taliban

Her arrow has been stuck in his hand for some time now

He’s pinned to the wall of the busted-up village mosque forever

She breathes on his face

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Habibullah’s wide-open eyes roll in his head

Suddenly he wants this dangerous half-naked infidel in his bed

His jihad heart ceases to hate the arrow in his hung-up hand

Col. Johnson communicates to him that she wants a burqa

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Rawclyde!

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Afghaneeland Adventure Series | Old Timer Chronicle II

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Art:

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Marilyn Anne Fraser

http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/marilyn-anne-fraser.html

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Text:

Copyright Clyde Collins 2014

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Goats & Spiritualities

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by Rawclyde!

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It is high time for direct communication.  No matter if it be clumsy, even stupid.  Afghanistan is in peril ~ has been, it seems, forever ~ and will be forever ~ unless I be bold & speak forth.  I am expert at nothing ~ especially that faraway nation a-crumble.  I am, though, an American citizen & it is my duty, I believe, to save it.  And so I will ~ beginning right now!

I write to whomever comes across these words.  If nobody else comes along, I still fiddle.  If I’m fiddling for only myself, perchance it’s best this way.  However, if more than one other entity happens along ~ patriots, let’s riot!

After over 100 posts published of Old Timer Chronicle II ~ more or less exploring the idea of Afghanistan ~ I am now capable enough to do a Sufi spin on this toy piano.  So if it not be too repulsive, kind reader, please witness.

I’m a whirling now ~ moaning ~ moaning rhythmically ~ the vibration hits the street, catapults thru the sky & into your glorious brain, sister, brother!  Ho ho ho, Afghanistan!!!

Probably the most wonderful thing America has ever done is invade this war-torn land.  Trouble is, I feel like I am the only mortal who knows it.  So I’ve spun some fictional characters so that I don’t feel so all alone.  One of them is Capt’n Chuck Fiddler.  But the best & up-most beloved, passionately beloved, is the earthly & miraculously divine Col. Sheena Johnson.  Both of the US Army, these personalities brimful of intrigue & curiosity, live & venture forth via verse in this issue of the Old Timer ~ https://oldtimerchronicle2.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/the-afghaneeland-adventure-series ~ so be it.

The best thing about invading the remarkable & furious Afghanistan is that the U.S. got to avenge the tragic September 11th, 200l, invasion of our own.  So the next time a Taliban whines about our brutality in Afghanistan, let him kick himself in the ass for letting Ben Laden use his country as a platform to murder so many Americans & topple our majestic towers in New York City.

The worst thing about our invading the quaint abode of inquisitive goats and prayerful spiritualities (Afghanistan) is before we finished the job we interrupted it with ~ Iraq!  So be it.

Now ~ dubious & illustrious Iran ~ the central remnant of romantic Persia ~ is surrounded, fragile like, by the vibrantly fragile democracies of Iraq & Afghanistan.  Isn’t America wily!  And now we’ve got Iran at the negotiating table talking ~ nuclear eligibility.  And we both got the same enemy now ~ Al Qaeda ~ out of Saudi Arabia ~ birthed by the fanatical Wahabes & now attacking Syria, Iran’s ally.

Pakistan, our sulking ally with its military blathering outta both sides its mouth, is next ~ now surrounded by the looming democracy of Afghanistan & the booming democracy of India.  Democracy is free-will.  Taliban Sharia Law is tyranny.  Sorry.

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Sufi Dance

by Asghar Ghoncheh Pour

http://artforheart.deviantart.com

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Jungle Girl Cover III

by Adriano Batista

http://www.swapsale.com/junglegirl.htm

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Voyaging

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US Marine in Helmand Valley

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Stamp the valley with a footprint

Light as you can be

Don’t wanna get too heavy

Floating naturally

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Got yourself a boat

Looking fine as can be

Got yourself a drink

Floating naturally

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We know you very well

We’ve met you in our dreams

Stay alert, keep your balance

So beautiful & free

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If you happen to get captured

Capture them right back

When you’ve got them all knocked out

Float away quietly

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from Rawclyde!

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The Strange Reality of Afghaneeland

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by Rawclyde!

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The blue burqa lay crumpled on the deck

The garment inside of which Sheena disappeared

It lay there still & foreboding ~ a secret passage

Into a higher realm of heavenly grace

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Where had I bought it?  Who had sold it to me?

I had bought it at a noisy bazaar in a rickety village

downright invisible on a high mountain ridge

in Nuristan Province of strange strange Afghanistan

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My country is at war in this so-called graveyard of empires

We’re not trying to win anything, we’re just getting out

Leaving behind us a slim potential for peace

For a poor-boy population that knows only violence

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But these skinny people must know more than that

One of them, an old Sufi

Bejeweled In worthless glass beads & holy cards

Sold me this silly cloth inside of which a woman ~ poof ~ gone!

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The legendary Col. Sheena Johnson, U.S. Army

Of bold body & firm limb, of unconquerable beauty

Shed her uniform to range near & far in a scant loin cloth

The Taliban couldn’t hit her ~ made to instantly love & miss

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She was supposed to leave that war-torn land

She had become a detriment to the war effort

Rarely in uniform, never in a burqa!

‘Til I gave her this blue one while riding outta there…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2014)

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Art by Michael Parkes

http://www.betweenmirrors.com/2013/01/michael-parkes-fantasy-art-magic-realism.html#.UtWOP233uM1

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The Afghaneeland Adventure Series | Old Timer Chronicle II

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Col. Johnson & The Holy War

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A holy war booms inside my mind

A jihad call to a platoon of infidel thoughts

Arrives like a missile in the night

Really being holy, delivers a benevolent light

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A secret agent steps out of the smoke

He’s wearing a suit and tie and a lopsided grin

“It’s time to go,” he says to the colonel & me

“Your score is zero, you’re too damn free”

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Col. Sheena Johnson smiles & says, “I know”

(She’s been too out-of-line for this road show)

The agent points to the ship, we step thru the door

As a bird flies around cawing “Nevermore!”

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Some tales float skyward, others whither nearby

This one is detrimental to the war effort

So Sheena & me, we bow low & grand

And our ship floats away from Afghaneeland.

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from Rawclyde !

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(Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2014)

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I’ve Never Been To Afghanistan

by Rawclyde!

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Col. Sheena Johnson, homesick for the USA, comforted by Rawclyde!

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     I’ve never been to Afghanistan.  I’ll never go to Afghanistan.  When I was in the U.S. Army fer 4 years (1980-1984), they sent me to Hawaii to support support during peace time.  Hard duty.  But somebody had to do it.

     A few years back, the Taliban government wouldn’t hand over Ben Laden, so our government with our military wiped them out ~ and Afghanistan became our broken nation to rebuild ~ and NATO has partnered with us.  So now we’re all in Afghanistan.  Lots of us just don’t know it.

     Welcome to Afghanistan ~ one tough nut to crack.  How’s it feel, American?  How’s it feel trying to rebuild Afghanee Land on the cheap in the image of yourself?  Are you in denial?

     We’re rebuilding Afghanistan in the image of ourself because its the only way we know how to rebuild a nation ~ and this particular nation is such a basket case that all we can really do is fill it with hardboiled eggs, say “Happy Easter,” and leave.  It’s taking us about twelve years.  Hopefully we can leave unlike the way we left Saigon.  We got chased out of there.  Hopefully we can leave Afghanistan somewhat more smoothly ~ maybe somewhat like we left Iraq.  We’re trying very hard ~ except for the Tea-Party Republicans in the US House of Representatives.  They shut our government down for two weeks recently.  It’s like they don’t even know we’re at war in Afghanistan.  Their shutdown of the government probably helped the Taliban & their assorted cronies kill more Americans ~ maybe like us draft-dodgers did in Vietnam.  So I guess many of us are guilty at one time or another.

     I always end up having to explain ~ if I was a draft-dodger yesteryear, how is it that I was in the US Army too?  Well, I draft-dodged.  Then later I lied my way into the Army.  They knew I was lying about never having been a fugitive of the selective service system.  They wanted good liars at the time.  I’d make a good spy.

     I wouldn’t go to Vietnam.  We were the aggressor.  However, the Soviet Union was the “aggressor,” incidentally in Afghanistan, when I enlisted.  I was also unemployed and needed a job.  I was 30 years old.  1980.  I was a crazy boy.  I still am at 63.

     My older brother, Dill, hates reading about this worse than I hate writing about it.  He volunteered, US Army, went to Vietnam.  He was a helicopter mechanic & crew-chief at Pleiku & came back a silent sergeant ~ became an airline mechanic and in due time retired ~ a regular guy ~ married twice ~ two sons.  And our family is proud of him.

     About two weeks after he got home from the Vietnam War, I showed him an article in Time Magazine about Pleiku getting run over in the TET Offensive.  He barely missed a big boom boom.  He didn’t say anything.  He just read the paragraph & quietly became a right winger.  I became a left winger.  And the eagle happily flutters its wings as it swoops across the canyon.

     My little brother is an artist.  My big sister was a holistic masseuse.  Now she is an old lady.  We’re all getting pretty old now.

     The theme of Old Timer Chronicle II has something to do with, obviously, Afghanistan.  The reason for this is ~ I have a TV now but Afghanistan is rarely mentioned on the news.  It’s not mentioned too often in newspapers either lately.  Yet we still have people there in harm’s way.  So, kind of like a newspaper editor, I’m kind of covering the war until we leave there, hopefully as scheduled come November, 2014.

     After all, the US Army is the only entity that ever really payed me to write.  They made me a journalist for a while.

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! My gal on leave !

Col. Sheena Johnson, U.S. Army

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Duty World

http://dutypoeticslab.yolasite.com

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Shrinking The Government

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Tea Party Republicans in the U.S. House of Representatives, with the government shut-down under their Taliban belt, continue to scare the daylights out of America with their attempted coup of the Affordable Healthcare Law.  Why don’t they just help us make it work better instead?

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Alex Wagner, NOW news-show host on MSNBC Television, warns citizens, “The House Republicans are now looking at the debt ceiling for their next kill.”

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Can Rawclyde, the White House’s favorite secret agent, stop them?

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32 House Republicans Who ARE The Government Shutdown:

http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2013/10/32-republicans-who-caused-the-government-shutdown/280236/

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Hello, Afghanistan!

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An excerpt from the very first short novel I wrote when I was 23 years old:

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The Duck Of Freedom

     While Frank, the cop, was with his fists n’ boots mutilating his comrade in arms ~

     A white duck, lost, and in love with being lost, and loving freedom too, without a back pack but with a quack quack was waddling along the highway side.  The duck’s beady eyes, which were stinging the scenery every which way, caught sight of the steel chain around Tulip’s ankle.  He kind of grunted, like some ducks do, waddled up and quacked the chain into little pieces.

     After he did this, Tulip rubbed her raw but now gratefully free ankle with her hand, and very pleased, told him, “Thank you, Mr. Duck.”

     The duck ducked his head as if dodging this acknowledgment by Tulip and in his best English replied, “I’m a goose.”

     But he was really a duck ~ and waddled away, quacking.

     This happening created a supplementary addition to Tulip’s beliefs.  She now believed in miracles.

     “Quack!  Quack!” she cried joyously to the retreating white speck out yonder as it disappeared around the highway bend…

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Road’s Cannon

a story about freedom

1973

http://roadscannon.yolasite.com

free read

from

Rawclyde

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