"Something's Up" In America's Big Berg
Selected Poems from The Alaska Mystery Collection
and The Tree Series
by Paula Marie Rose
Alaska Mystery Series Poems
In November 2007, I was back in L.A. for a short while, and began writing and posting on Craigslist Personals Ads under the Women for Men in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. There were so many unrelated, but apparently connected events occurring in my life, and I had a feeling that the answers would come from my inbox.
People are almost always curious about Alaska, and I knew that men would find my ads a refreshing change from the standard "here's my wish list; do you measure up?" ad that many women post.
I've been married and divorced twice, and I'm an expert as to what I find attractive in a man, or what turns me on. It's logical to approach the dating pool with a No Expectations attitude, and you'll never be disappointed. I wasn't looking for Mr. Right, or even Mr. Right Now, and I think that was very clear to most who replied. But many sent replies, with a wide range of reasons for doing so.
Rumors from when I was young fueled the idea for the poem below, and many others. Given the nature of the topics, and the powerful players in the game; at first I had thought it best to remain anonymous. With all the strange words and behaviors flowing out of the Big Berg, from the lips and keyboards of family and former friends, and a full spectrum of other odd events in full swing; clearly, Something was Up. And oodles of folks were participating. Which meant Big Money or Awesome Power was running the show. No armature productions were pulling off these gigs; happening near me, across the country.
Shall I name the airlines who participated? I could, but will choose to not, for now. I expect there won't be more flight related incidents. When numerous airline employees will knowingly break FAA regs, that's not the Mob behind the production; so the finger of blame is pointing elsewhere.
More than one ticket agent in more than one airport had their ID tags removed or turned, when I checked in for a flight at the ticket counter. For most passengers, Photo ID is required to be shown at check in; unless ticketing agents in more than one airport already know who you are? I'd never seen them before, but that wasn't important; apparently, they knew who I was. Wow! When did I become such a celebrity?
And isn't it against FAA regs to allow a young child to run up and down the aisle during the flight? Yes, I wrote down that date and flight number. Poor parenting shouldn't be allowed to take precedence over passenger safety.
Hadn't seen that before in my years of being an airline passenger, nor on my most recent flight. Someone must have passed the word up the ladder that I wasn't going away quietly, and other passengers noticed such things happening, and were raising eyebrows.
After some thought, I realized how interesting and popular my ads were. And it was clear that I had no real privacy; so I might as well put my name and copyright notice in the ad. I'm wasn't hiding from anyone or any group, and had been told that I was starring in my own show by those who appeared to know; why not make myself as public and accessible as possible?
I could see that I wasn't getting any cooperation from the Tree, and wanted to have a Face to Base chat. I wrote Poem # 9, "An Offering to the Tree" and while response was adequate; it was same shit, different day happening around me. A continued pattern, and it was becoming boring. I don't mind being outnumbered, but why bother to shoot fish in a barrel? How unsportsmanlike. I also wanted to be certain that I hadn't left any group or agency off of the Invitation List. Being as I'd had different handguns pointed at me in more than one place and time during the fall season of 2007; I felt it necessary to state that a real man doesn't need a weapon when approaching me.
Poem # 7
The Tree Has Many Branches (SFV/BH)
Date: 2007-12-06, 1:21PM PST
It appears to me
Reaching far across the sea
From Juneau, to Moscow, Chicago, Tokyo,
New York City,
and more than one place in Italy.
So far the Arabs and Middle Eastern players
are quieter than the all knowing soothsayers.
Their interests might be lesser than those closer to home.
For now, any facts are only unknowns.
Reply to me, and provide a key, it shall give us an opportunity,
to meet and greet, in a coffee shop down a main street?
I seek many a clue, only a few are new,
the story to be told begins with the old.
People, places, actions and deeds,
Someone knows the who, what, and when.
The Where is Alaska, The Last Frontier
Lean over closer, whisper in my ear
Tell me the secrets you have heard
stories of days gone by. Did they involve the FBI?
Was Alaska built by a company of crooks?
Were the Mob and CIA working together at night,
and against each other during the long day light?
An unpublished writer I am, you see,
From Alaska, the land of this Mystery.
Organized groups of various ethnicities
I shall listen to your stories, if you please.
Someone is covering up and lying,
We all know that, there is no sense denying.
Read the stats about me below, send your own, and let the words flow.
SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, writes well, (in case you
have an Administrative Assistant opening in your office) some find me
attractive, others not. If you prefer blondes, for you I am not.
Poem # 9
An Offering to the Tree (SFV / BH)
Date: 2007-12-06, 4:50PM PST
It is me you see,
Who interests thee,
I know not who you are
Only that your branches reach wide and far
Our locations may be close if we are both in L.A.
Today I am; Talk to me, tell me what you have to say
Why does my quest for information interest you?
Stories you have heard and can share, or perhaps what you do?
Gangster, Mobster, NSA?
Foreign Spy, Double Agent, Mercenary Guy?
CIA, Secret Service, or FBI?
Players are many in this game
A handful of Chiefs, the Indians are too numerous to list
Many want to shut me up with their huge fists.
That won't happen and I don't know why,
Perhaps because someone on the side of Law and Justice knows this isn't
Not all of you believe in GOD,
Others of you don't believe that JESUS was his son.
It is a fact that I do, and that your beliefs are important to you.
Religion is not something to hide behind
Speak your piece, show me your mind
This is a story of Evil versus Good
Beginning long ago, in my own neighborhood.
World wide the branches do reach,
The Evil are enormous in numbers,
and the words I preach to their ears have reached.
I have spent a lifetime living behind their lies,
I shall no longer, and that they despise.
Which side are you on?
That's the line we need to establish, as we are both intelligent
If on opposite sides of the goal, our meeting would be Outlandish!!
If you are honest with me, and our causes don't mesh
I may choose to meet you regardless, if you interest me and state your intent.
If you agree, and we do meet
Our Truce shall be plain and clear
Listen up now, and Everybody hear!!
Leave your weapons and manpower at home
I have neither, on this matter I am alone.
Bring only your wit, and your charm
Be a Man, and put down your firearm.
SWF, tall, black hair, blue/green eyes, slender in size. a.k.a "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"