Category Archives: Limericks

in the fog of a non-war

in the fog of a non-war

it was a war that wasn’t a war, so we heard
defense long replaced by that offensive word
when asked, “what’s the plan?”
they all shrugged, “ask the man…”
“spill the files!” yelled the crowd, undeterred

~kat

No one knows why the Iran non-war war was started. Several spokespeople listed their personal guess…out loud, mind you! And worse yet, there is no plan or strategy going forward. Pick a reason. Any reason is as good as another.

Because of an unsubstantiated eminent threat

Regime change! Though the regime is still standing…less one bad guy and several of his friends…and innocent people…and troops…

We didn’t start it, but president DT is going to finish it…. Wait…what?

To settle a score….retribution…now that is as believable as any other reason.

Because DT woke up one morning and decided he was done dealing.

Or oil…Venezuela was a roaring success…right?

To liberate the people from an evil leader,…so declared the kettle…if you know, you know

To divert our attention away from the chaos here at home, or the files, remember the files? Rest assured we will never forget. We will never not want the files…all.of.them, and justice served to the monsters who perpetrated the crimes described inside.

An eye for an eye, they say.

It’s a horrible mess no matter the reason headed by an alcoholic frat boy who brags about each strike like he’s playing a video game, completely ignoring the real people who find themselves in the crosshairs.

It’s exhausting, and I’m so sorry world that this is happening…to all of us.

Much love, peace…and glimmers to you. Another sunset closes the day. As sunsets go, it was pretty basic. Nothing spectacular or breathtaking, But it is a sunset. Like every dusk before. Like every dusk to come. A burst of intense light before the darkness…And hope for the dawn…


day 290

today in history ~October 18, 2025

‘twas once a great nation, but it’s now under siege
by a wannabe king, faux commander in chief
he’s demanding allegiance
while committing malfeasance
but the people assembled to tell him no kings

~kat

Today was historic. No matter how DT and his minions try to spin it, millions of Americans gathered across this nation to let those in power know that we know the truth. And we’re not buying the lies being fed to us by the cowardly propagandists in our government. The fact that millions showed up and that the assemblies were peaceful gives me so much hope. Today was a huge glimmer of a day. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨💚✨✨


day 80 ~ under the weather

spring crud – a true tale 

there once was an old gal who rarely got sick
except for mid-season, she’d come down with ick
the pollen in spring, and in autumn, the hay
had her sniffling, coughing, and sneezing all day
a spirit-laced toddy always fixed her up quick!

~kat~

Why do we call it under the weather? Because I think I might be. But I don’t throw idioms around lightly so I headed to google.

Turns out it’s a nautical term from the 1800’s used when sailors were feeling seasick or ill. They would head below the weather deck to recuperate. Some people who want to debate it’s origins counter that we are, all of us, every day and night, under the sky so in fact, we all are under the weather. Silly history deniers! I like history. The historical source of this phrase makes perfect sense! When sailors on old ships headed into stormy weather, no doubt it was a common thing to feel a little ill. Or Under the weather as I believe they most probably said…it’s a gem of an idiom.

We’re dealing with stormy seas here in 2025 aren’t we? You knew I’d figure out a way to relate what was to what is, didn’t you? Haha! Well I won’t bore you with my random thoughts, because I am currently down with a bit of seasonal allergy ick. And yes I did fix myself a nice hot toddy to sooth my head!

Everyone needs to go below deck to recuperate now and again. But to get the ship back on course toward solid ground, once we’ve found our center, we need to head back up to face the storm. Yep…I couldn’t resist! With that I am going to sign off for now, sip my spiked elixir and hopefully sleep off this pollen sludge. Tomorrow is another day!

Peace, Love and Glimmers of wellness to you!

~kat


BTW…today’s poetry form is a limerick! ✨💚✨


day 67

bleating wolves…a cautionary tale

there once was a flock herd of gullible sheep
who trusted a wolf who had learned how to bleat
their best instincts, ignored
they leaned in to hear more
the wolf snarled, “mutton’s my favorite meat!”

~kat

You know what they say…if it’s too good to be true, well then, it probably is. We humans are so easily duped. If something is sensational or shiny enough we fall for it every time! This of course makes us especially vulnerable to con artists and charlatans. These types rarely have our best interests at heart. And so, today’s limerick is a cautionary tale for our times.

All things glittery are not glimmers. I generally take my cues from nature, the seasons, and the stars when judging whether a glimmer is true. The natural world is honest and without malevolence. One day you realize that you that you have much more in common with the natural world than you ever thought..or were taught to believe. When that happens it will be much harder for the wool to be pulled over your eyes. Your intuition will confirm what is real.

Peace, Love, and the truest of true Glimmers to you!

~kat


day 60

peanut wars 

an attempted murder, two crows in a tree
waiting for peanuts, provided by me
‘til a party of jays
came to spoil their buffet
it’s a murder now, two crows are three

~kat

I love my crows. There are two regulars that visit me in the morning. They call for me if I’m not outside. It’s peanuts they crave. I have a station set up for them far from the feeders that I reserve for the smaller birds…the finches, wrens, phoebes, starlings, cardinals, nuthatches, juncos, and tits. The crows used to intimidate my smaller guests so it seemed like a good compromise. And for a time the crows loved this arrangement and were happy to leave my community feeders alone. That is until the Blue Jays discovered the peanut station. Now mornings consist of alternating dive bombs to the tray. My faithful duo of crows call for backup. Just one more makes them a formidable murder…sometimes there are more. The jays are obnoxious and fast, but the crows are fierce. Eventually the jays disburse and the crows enjoy their morning treat.

There is an obnoxious party of jays looking to take what is not theirs from the crows. But there is a fine tipping point when a pair of crows becomes a formidable opposition. We need to remember we are not alone…we have each other and when we band together those seeking to overtake us cannot win. Today’s glimmer…find the others and stand together.

Peace, love, and glimmers to you. You’re not alone…together we win.


Occasionally we have an uncommon visitor to the feeders. This is a beautiful Red-Bellied Woodpecker.