Category: Poem

The Earth and Twenty-Four Worlds

Jesus, on His throne,

Saw upon Earth Broom Crown New

Who sad, lonely,

Needed something edifying

With which to occupy

His troubled mind.

For like Tolkien—

Who had feasted on wordcraft—

By witness of great evil

Thoughts of disturbance were found

When evil first was tastdt.

 

Therefore, Jesus gave Broom his story

Of the Thirteen Kings,

And of the Nethanim

Who would do them battle.

 

All know of Milton’s Paradise Lost

Whom after the fall of Satan’s rebellion

The demons were sent to hell

And took the names of heathen abominations.

However, Thirteen captains were among them

Whom, sent to hell by Jesus,

Sought to return, and, therefore, spread the blood

Of mankind by making seas blood,

To make rains pour down blood,

And to turn the Earth into a bitter hell.

 

These were the Thirteen:

[…]

 

The thirteen led their war against

Men

By working their way back onto the Earth

To, because of Jealousy,

Destroy the Sons of Adam.

 

For twenty-four worlds these thirteen had

Waged their wars, sending many to hell.

Gog, Magog, and Mammongog, so with the twenty-one others—

Lands of Giants beneathen

Our Earthen plane, where the circle of the earth hovers.

Each Earth was saved by Elijah when he came

Until the twenty-fifth,

Where The Word Himself had to come

To accomplish salvation for all mankind.

 

Men, woven through infinite orbs of light—

Each soul with infinite folkstems and infinite earths

Upon the one circle plane of the Earth—

Found themselves attacked by Giants

Of Gog, Magog, and Mammongog

All aught else of the Giants’ lands,

Leagued with the Thirteen Kings

And their hordes of Orcs, Skeletons, Elves, Fairies and Dragons.

These had created their own worlds

The plexes, upon plexes within the Galaxy Rings,

The lifeorbed currencies of Gog, Magog and Mammongog

From which came the Starflesh

And from which came aught wars upon the Earth.

 

Therefore, on this true Earth

Great heroes of mind are risen up in Broom Crown New’s

Fictional Stores— Great metaphors

To defeat the Thirteen,

And their hordes of wicked devices.

 

For the realms of the Twenty-four worlds

One enters is Aesthetic—

One of beauty at match with what is foul.

For created here in Broom’s Secondary Belief

Is a road map for others to follow;

To believe on Christ not because of wisdome

But because of beauty and chastity.

To arm the mind with the weapon of Belief

Against all science, math and vain notions of philosophy,

So that all mankind can know

What beauty is

And on what firm foundation Christ stands,

Who is established by the mere consistency of thought—

That one man can know what another man means

And what is his sense—

By this we know Christ lives

And that without Him,

There can no longer be what is beautiful.

“Why Christ”, A Creed

The LORD repented when He made man.

Satan, fresh from being cast down from his bench—

So the old Fables go—

Came through the abyss to frustrate God’s Creation;

Jealous of us, the LORD’s creation. To kill us.

And, being that we were new, and like little children

The temptation was put forth.

We, who are made in God’s image

Bearing the likeness of God the Creator Himself.

 

We like children staring at a burning torch

Were tempted to place our fingers on the wick.

Place we did, and it set us ablaze.

God saw that we had sinned…

That the sin had wrought death

And God, fashioning His living clay,

Forged the Law through Moses.

Yet, that law was insufficient.

It had been so

That every man, woman and child were condemned to death.

For Satan was too formidable a foe

And men had not faith enough to beat him.

 

Therefore, after marring the clay—

For we are clay worthy of God to fashion

A lump with which He can forge,

A free and worthy lump for God to fashion

Into beings fit for a kingdom—

Yes, after marring the clay,

The LORD took upon us a new lump,

The New Creature,

The New Creation,

The New Man,

And fashioned us after His Son

The Word Made Flesh.

For God, seeing that Satan was too formidable

Must needs now fashion a lump

Himself, and place His Son upon the potter’s wheel

Not we, but He, Who submitted to the fashioning hands of the

Most High Living God.

And fashioned, we now are represented by the Son of God

So our souls can have reconciliation with the Living God.

 

Why do the heathen, then, say,

“Why Christ?”

When Satan is too formidable a foe for each of us?

Each of us, against a Prince,

When we were but slaves.

How can we resist a Prince?

Only through another Prince;

For Satan is the Prince of Thieves

And Christ is our Prince of Peace.

We, now, choose our Prince.

And in choosing,

All are conformed into one of two images.

Either the lump which God had marred

In His faithful hands, and was worth nothing

Or the lump of the Son of God

Which God had fashioned for us

To bear a body worthy of Eternal life

Which cannot sin.

For, we are all sinners, and cannot but sin.

This was the woeful part of God’s design

That men cannot but sin

Because of temptation;

Therefore to resist, Christ was needed.

 

What was a great, and wonderous creation

Was marred by us, and marred by Satan

So that it could not be enjoyed to the extent it was meant to be.

Therefore, we must be conformed into the new man

The Imagebearer of the Christ,

And therefore, be like God

Sinless, which only Christ can be.

For we all sin, but have been fashioned a body

Where Christ was our clay

And that body we take for ourselves

As a crown, should we simply hold onto the confession

Of the Faith in the LORD Jesus Christ, Alpha and Omega,

Amen.

The Children’s Crusade

Proem

Childs, strong, bold?
Why do your parents
Send you ‘cross burning sands?
Childs, arrayed in war-mail,
To Turkish Fords you cross
Into the Gulf’s Streamed Waters.
Cross you must, “For God told
“Us so!” Into the strip
Promised to Jacob’s lot.

How many fictions have we believed
On faith? That our
Enemy were kind
And would acquiesce
To 10,000 children
Making petition to
The Assyrian King?
Perhaps, he queried
Each one, striking
Off the head of
Each Christian child.
They were children.
So, perhaps most
Ate pudding
And worshipped Allah
As God. Few, I
Believe, were martyred.
For children who crossed
A desert would see
Lush delicacies, and
Be swayed to the
Foe’s religion.
That is how
Reality works,
Sending 10,000
Children into the
Wilderness to fight
A man’s war.

Yet, I will save
Them in verse.

I

Lo! Children’s strength
My brother, St. Simon,
Patriot, scoundrel to
The Assyrian Kings;
For St. Jude, his brother,
Whom he in murderous
Intent wished to
Kill, yet thrice over
Was won to Christ.—
Simon saw the Ten Thousand march
From Rome.
Simon, St. of the
Child, warrior of Christ
Bemused the folly.
10,000 marched to
Eternal damnation.

So! Simon with
10,000 of the Nethanim
Came to their aid.
He, in horse drawn
Chariot met the Army of the Damned.

“Children, you march
To die! I am
St. Nicholas, Patron
Of the children.
Separate from yourselves
The Girls and be
Kind to come with me!”

The children, small
Ignoble, threw off
Their cloths of war
And Iron rings.
Thus, they marched to Byzantine,
Where the purple
Threads hung like
Irish maiden’s locks
Of strands. The maids
Fell ‘pon the city
Of Constantinople,
Yet, clandestine,
For Nebuchadnezzar
Reigned there.

St. Simon knew, within
The belly of the beast,
Like Jude his brother
The bard who tells this tale…
The Childflesh would be safe. Becalmed,
He set each with
A Nethanim, and his
Wo. There, the
Journey to Prestor
John’s Kingdom would
Commence.

II

So! The troop set
Off at night,
As the green banners
Of the turks hung
With silver crescent
And the morning star.

The troop fled into
The night, carousing
The sands of Turkish
Beige, a long troop.

Through land, sea
Desert, they trekked.
Upon entering Africa
The Phœnix arose.
Simon saw the Hawk,
Knowing Lancelot
Hailed nearby.
Why, when Lancelot
Knew Magik was
Forbidden, did he
Keep a bird like
So? Some say he
Placed his soul into
The Bird, so his mindflesh
Might have eternal life.

Yet, Simon’s Brother
Arthur, loved his foe
Lancelot. So, the
Troop made meeting.

Lancelot, a moor himself
Paid tribute to the
Kings of Tyre and Ziddon,
And the kings of Egypt,
And the Giant, Spynx.
He, beloved by Arthur,
Took the troop to
The edge of the
Swamp of Despond,
Where Christian
First began his mighty
Journey.

III

In the slough,
The souls of the
Damned lay silent
With white face.
Forgotten, their pale
Pallor glew with the
Water; the Cærbenog
Be afoot, turning
The see Cobalt.
With the light
Of the fairy LORD’s
Mœgic. There, the Childflesh
Saw, reflected, in the pools
Their fantasies.
Simon, swiftly, broke
The waters, causing
The images to be
Disturbed.
From one particular
Image, arose
The Geist of
One of the damned,
Who, for eternity,
Must create the
Images of the
Fairy LORd’s trap.

Simon drew Ajax
His blade of Damascus
Forged in the heat
Of Sodom’s Brimstone
Which Abram kept
Not, but burned in
The Sulphur pits,
With 1,000 precise
Blows; Ajax was struck.
Simon, hoary locks, drawn
To his back, with
Peachflesh shorn upon his
Browhead, struck, pondering
The mystery of love.

The Geist struck high,
Twain arms to prey
Down upon Simon’s
Ajax. The blow struck.
Jude, his brother, whispered
In his ear the words
To win; “Say ‘no’!”
For, to acquiesce to
A warrior like so,
Which the more is
Fought; fraught will
Be the mind.

The Geist struck,
Yet, was a Geist
So with the blade.
Passed through
Simon, the blade
Naught but wind.

IV

Lo! Through the swamp
We left the childs.
Now, there entered
The rabbit hole.
The place where
Sense made none.
Abound, messages
Flew ‘pon the wings
Of candy wrappers
The childflesh
Leapt for them
But, Simon saw quick
The dangers.

Through the air
Flew the candies,
As gnomes hopped
For them; always
They hopped,
Yet, none could
Reach; the childs
Tried, tried, tried.
Who so tried, when
Caught, unwrapped
The candies.
Try, try, try,
If hard enough,
Each filled their mouths.
Chew, they chewed.
Lo! Look how they chewed.
Whatever candy the one
Child had, all others
Must have. So! They
Ate, filled, terrified Simon.
For, his little ones
Bargained with him:
‘twas he, and his Nethanim
Who could reach the
Candies! Lo! Simon
Had enough; so, said
“No.”

It stopped the childs
From jumping. So, soon,
They asked for roast beef.

V

There came to a
Land, of Myrr and Pirates,
Indians and fairies;
Simon saw these
Childs loved to play
Here. Simon, being boundt
For a time to leave
Then here, was taken
To a solitary place
To pray.

The Well-behaved Children
Of Simon, they
Fell into the lot
Of Indians; whose
Well organized
Society bred them
To farm and recycle
The Land.

The wicked Children,
These fell into
The pirates.
They swung, shot
Cannons over coves
Broke and smashed.

So, it came that
The Indians and
Pirates never mingled.

Those who liked play
A little too much, the
Children, they took
To the sea, where
They grew gills, and
Frolicked.

The girls, who were
Themselves beautiful,
Sprouted wings and
Berated, tinkled,
And made the
Flowers grow pretty.

Yet, some souls,
Neither good nor
Bad, those
Whom noone loved,
They wandered alone,
Never able to find
One like themselves
Though many were
There to be found.

The children came
Back to Simon.
Simon saw how
All the children
Left unto their own
Began to go astray.

So, Simon took each
Child and said, “No; your
“Behavior is naughty.
The Indians build
But do not share,
The pirates
Shoot cannons
At the lost ones.
The myrrfolk
Frolic all day
And the fairies
Beautify only themselves.
Now, children, be one
Unit again, or we
Cannot enter into
Prestor John’s Kingdom.

VI

The childflesh
Entered into Prestor John’s
Kingdom, all of them
Grown to youths.
A lion walked out
To them, so with
Another lion.

The first, he told
All the youths this;
“Here is my word;
I am Prestor John.
Forsake your friend Simon’s
Law. Rebel, and I will
Take you into my kingdom.”

The second lion
Said, “No, heed my
Speech; do not listen
To him. Simon is
Your shepherd. He
Has led you this
Far. He will lead
You into my kingdom,
For I will heed
None who do not
Honor their guides
Who love them.”

So, the children
Each made a choice.
Those who chose
The first, they
Became cowardly.

Those children
Who chose the
Second, these
Were at first
Cowardly,
Yet, for the bravery
Of their bold choice,
They entered Prestor John’s
Gates.

VII

If not obvious,
Simon is to be
The shepherd of the child.
Not the idle
Mischief lurking around
The Childflesh.

Jude, he is not so
Strong, yet unrivalled in might.
For, his pen is mightier
Than Simon’s sword,
For, the sword stays
Off the beasts,
But the pen
Guides his hand in war.

Listen to this word,
For every parent is Simon.
And every piece of
Good advice is Jude.
Nare you be angry
About m book’s lack
Of violence. ‘tis
Written so a child
Could read.

For, protect them
From nonsensical religion,
From your unworthy acquaintances,
From devices
From getting all they
Want.
Teach them, so
Their peers do
Not become their
Simon.
And when youth,
Let them succumb
To your discipline
With willing hearts.

Neifert, B. K.. The Elf in Manhattan. Kindle Direct Publishing, 2019.

©2019 B. K. Neifert

Why There is a God

What if the world were flat?

 

Just bear with me here.

 

What if the world were flat?

What evidence could

You produce,

Concretely,

To say that it wasn’t?

 

You go to the age old argument about the

Greeks measuring shadows with poles, but

Given the right math,

You could easily reason it to not be the case.

If all you have are a priori arguments,

There can be just as many cohesive arguments that the world is flat

As there are that the world is a sphere.

 

You have to go to the evidence.

That’s where the grounds of science begins.

 

Well, in the realms of

Morality,

Aesthetics,

Even

Language comprehension,

The evidence

At first

Seems very natural.

 

There are ways in which

I want to be treated,

Therefore,

There is a way in which

To treat others.

There are things

That are naturally beautiful.

 

I can understand what

Someone is saying pretty clearly.

Of course, these arguments have broken down in the past thirty years.

No longer is there morality,

But there is only your subjective morality.

No longer is there beauty,

But rather beauty is subjective.

No longer is there language comprehension,

Nor the ability to accurately understand a metaphor,

But rather it cannot occur.

 

On first principles

We know none of this is true.

 

BUT—

and here’s the big but—

If men determine these things,

They [will] all get reduced to a priori arguments,

And, therefore, have nothing with which to measure

That can substantiate them.

But, in our human experience,

We know each of them to exist

—objectively.

 

Though, it breaks down when men determine the value of something.

Therefore, because we can observe these things

—you too—

It proves there’s a God.

It’s the very basic premise of Platonism.

That there is an ultimate good

Which determines everything.

There is plenty of evidence for

Beauty, morals and language.

The fact, though, is it breaks down

On an individual level.

It begins to become more clear

On a collective level

What is beautiful, moral or comprehensible

Until the social mores reason that away,

And that’s usually the cause of great calamities

Like WWI and the Holocaust.

 

Therefore, you know there are morals,

Beauty and language.

 

The fact that there is

Proves

That there is morality, beauty and language.

But, if it’s up to men to determine what those are,

We absolutely cannot.

That’s why there is a God

Because He determines what that

Morality, beauty and language means.

It’s why there is the concept of Word,

And in Christianity,

Jesus is that Word come in the flesh.

And the way we can test Jesus,

Is by looking at His moral claims.

 

Even in the Old Testament.

 

There is judgment for destructive and evil societies, sinners, etc.

There is blessings and rewards for beneficial societies and sinners, etc.

 

Therefore, the morality of the Bible is sufficient unto itself.

You might mention, “Well the Bible condones slavery.”

Consider, the slaves were all

Pedophiles, cannibals and murderers.

Then consider what to do with them.

You’d probably [just] want them killed.

But, God told the Jews to put them to work.

Much like we do in prisons—

Which is proven to make the prison population a lot less violent.

 

Therefore, if testing the moral claims of the God of the Bible,

They all test according to the reality

Of how actual human beings function.

The Morality is so cogent,

After analyzing it,

That to call the God of the Bible

Anything less than the Creator Himself,

It would be a hard leap.

 

If you study other religions,

They have similar morals,

But not quite the same morals as Christianity{}.

Each religion does not teach the same morals.

In affect,

They have similar views,

But only the God of the Bible’s actually presents itself capable of

Predicting social patterns and behaviors,

Enough to accurately predict sociological patterns,

Simply based on the moral state of [a] society.

It’s one of the reasons I’m a Christian,

Is how moral the Bible is.

 

Bad people are going to die.

Good people are going to be rewarded.

[You’d be surprised that it’s]

Really the only religion like it [that ever existed].