Three Poems of Struggle Against ‘The Dying of the Light’

15 Dec

[Prefatory Note: These three recent poems of mine are published here as a humble seasonal offering that is both alarmed by the ambience of darkness and encouraged by glimmers. Poetry is also my mode of speaking when normal language is stymied by unspeakable happenings. For me poetry–whether read or written is a valuable resource for me. I self-published a book of poems a few years ago with the title Waiting for Rainbows. I find myself still waiting. Read with gentle eyes.]

The End of the Road?

I yearn to know

                                    the future

                                    and yet

                                                      my dreams

                                                      seem grayer

                                                      than an overcast sky

                                    crystal balls

                                                      roll toward

                                                      the sea

                                                      clouded over

                                                      of no use

a captivity of time

                                                      thou shall not

                                                      pass this gate

                                                      now never

                                                      thou shall not

KNOW

Condemned to die

                                                      At this gate

                                                      barring entry

                                                      ghosted by

                                                      eternal

                                                      curiosity

What is to come            

                                                      will be foretold

                                                      after a light

                                                      from above

                                                      or within

                                                      shines green

                                                      by day

                                                      and night

                                                      through all        

                                                      seasons

at the end of the road

                                                      where you

                                                      will be 

                                                      waiting

                                                      and only

                                                      for me

Richard Falk

Yalikavak, Turkey

August 19, 2025

Rev. December 15, 2025

Aspiring Royalism

                                                      As if a crown prince

                                                                        impatient

                                                                                          for a crown to

                                                                                                            fall from heaven

                                                                                                                              a dark miracle

landing on his head

                                                      Not accidentally

                                                      Nor dynastically

                                                      The American way

                                                                        stealth and wealth

                                                                                          overt crime

                                                                                                            as needed

                                                      Upending history

                                                                        is part of the story

                                                                                          after all

                                                                                                            if the Confederacy

                                                                                                                              is reborn

                                                      Why not the American Revolution

                                                                        an outworn pride

                                                                                          to restore the worst

                                                                                                            to renounce the best

                                                      Keeping the pomp

                                                                        hiding the circumstance

                                                                                          indulging in state dinners

                                                                                                            while being indulged

By the ghost royalty

                                                                        of a dying kingdom

                                                                                          and dying king

                                                                                                            the pageantry

                                                                                                                              alone survives

This is America

                                                                        where kings ascend the throne

                                                                                          by stealth and wealth

                                                      No need for coronations

                                                                        or dynastic entitlements

                                                                                          in MAGA Amerika

                                                      Enough to glow

                                                                        in pale light    

                                                                                          cast by reigning

                                                                                                            oligarchs

                                                      Reinventing

                                                                        the glitter with guns

                                                                                          swag and swagger

                                                                                                            of salutes and sheiks

                                                      Farewell to nightmares

                                                                        of freedom and equality

                                                                                          diversity inclusion

                                                                                                            remembering forgetting

At this time                                                                                              

once proud citizens

                                                                                          bend their knees

                                                                                                            comply by plunder

                                                      This is not America

                                                      This is the New America

                                                      Like the New Middle East

                                                      The sun no longer rises

                                                      Over deserts of the spirit

                                                      Darkness prevails

                                                                        glimmers of light

                                                                                          here and there

                                                                                                            signposts of hope

                                                      Awaiting coronations

                                                                        of evil before

                                                                                          the next dawn

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                                                      Richard Falk

                                                      September 21, 2025

                                                      Yalikavak, Turkey/Rev. December 15, 2025

Advice to a Novice Poet

Why waste words seeking truth

                                                                        or beauty

                                                                        on these arid

                                                                        starless nights

My ancient brain

                                    instructs

My heart shuts down

                                    as storm clouds

Gather above the earth

                                    hauntingly

Dooming human destiny

                                    endangered

As never before

                                    even more

As endangered as

snow leopards

With no church bells ringing

                                    stillness seems better

Hanging out in gardens

                                    clinging to solitude

On lookout for wildfires

here and there

Daydreaming about truth and trust

                                    amid lies and bluffs

While mighty men play losers poker

                                    with our future

Grifters who rarely smile

                                    preside prevail

Claiming their toxic farts

                                    a rare perfume

Always performing

                                    partying at gallows

Satanic antics beneath

                                    a blood-stained moon

Richard Falk

August 16, 2025, rev. December 15, 2025

Yalikavak, Turkey

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One Response to “Three Poems of Struggle Against ‘The Dying of the Light’”

  1. Kata Fisher's avatar
    Kata Fisher March 31, 2026 at 12:04 pm #

    Dear Professor Falk,

    I hope you are doing well.

    I came across this article.

    Mohamad Safa Resignation: ‘You’re sick to want war’: Diplomat accuses UN of preparing nuclear strike on Iran, quits role – The Times of India

    I hope other World Leaders Follow Spain’s and Italy’s lead to close their Airspace the illegal war operations of the Trump Administration.

    The grave issue is that under Hegseth’s “leadership-shit-show”, they bombed civilian targets while they were in a diplomatic process — THAT IS A VERY SICK ACT OF ILLIGAL AGGRESSION — that is truly like acts of those wild and mad hogs and dogs that we read about in the Gospel. They bombed the school with little kids in it — only diabolical fascists do that

    He is the same nut job (religious nut-job) that the criminals who were allowed to join the military during the Iraq war, and who have committed International War Crimes under delusional individuals such as Colin Powell, and his diabolical legacy in the Vietnam — to Iraq, and there afer.

    With the Israeli’s racist, diabolical legislation for death penalty for Palestinians that they have been accusing falsely, abducting, and imprisoning illegally. Their fascist national project is without any human restraints.

    Also, recently, Israeli have opened the sewage water into the Wadi Gaza

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    on top of all the poisoning of the water for the Palestinians

    Gaza’s water turns poisonous as Israel’s genocide leaves toxic aftermath | Israel-Palestine conflict News | Al Jazeera

    They are committing Crimes, without any human restrains because they are in diabolical consciousness that is in diabolical seals due to the Abuse of the Ancient Church Order

    They are collectively diabolical fascists in diabolical seals, without human conscience, and it is in their generational blood, and that is a fact:

    The Kundalini Spirit has Invaded The Church Masquerading as The Holy Spirit !!! BE VIGILANT! – YouTube

    They married saloon whores, and became the wealthy man, bitterness in disguise — they continued with the tarr, and feathers. Then the old man came and said, “What’s left?” Days to number, the pain to counter. The tears ran down his right eye as his heart stood still, in the eye of his soul.

    Saloon whores bore the children — a life on its own.

    I hope that they can’t fool any longer descendants of the Ancient and Apostolic Church and Descendants of the Ancient prophets, and all other humans in human consciousness

    K.F.

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