Futility’s Rush
we are persuaded
there exist paragons
to aspire to
but excellence, perfection
dwell in degrees, beyond reach
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge Synonyms Only of the Prompt Words: Bewitch (persuade) and Treasure (paragon).
jesters entertaining kleptocracy
while the kangaroo court is in session
oligarchs cash in on democracy
~kat
Behind the headlines…the cesspool thickens here in the US, Supreme Court nominee sure to set us backwards 200 years…and one who believes a president should not be prosecuted. I can see why his bio rose to the top. It appears the UK has their own Brexit issues, resignations, infighting. On an ongoing issue, Trumpsters are trying to spin the lie that the parents separated from their babies are rejecting their own kids saying they don’t want to be reunited with them. It’s a lie. The truth is they (trump and his ilk) have no records to link these families and can’t find half of them. Blame the victims…so evil. On a positive note, all of the Thai soccer players and coach have been rescued. Ending on good news as Trump heads to NATO… my condolences to the world.
Thanks again Jane for this Daily Poetry Challenge.
cold-snapped earth at dawn
air, flowery fresh, sun bright
come walk with me along
the wild path where roses bloom
~kat
you know i want to
poison your dreams
the same as you
but i hold back
i can heal
i have a choice
i choose love
always will
always will
always will
~kat
Another Manic Monday 3-Way Prompt Black Out Poem inspired by the prompt word: POISON, the photo above and the song Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars (Lyrics with blacked out (lined out) text below).
Poison & Wine
You only know what I want to
I know everything you don’t want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
You think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
I always will
I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don’t have a choice but I‘d still choose you
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
Songwriters: Joy Williams / John White / Chris Lindsey
Poison & Wine lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC
angry throngs at eateries, pols surround
aghast, the marked elite demand civility
long dead at their own hand, the burned stand ground
~kat
The story behind today’s headline…Poor Trumpsters are being confronted at restaurants these days. They are crying for civility and to be allowed to nosh in peace. But there is no rest for the weary who they’ve lied to and who they disdain while storing up riches for themselves. I say game on. Let them eat …wait…cake is too good for them. To these cowards who took advantage of the angry masses to get elected into power…let us show you angry…up close. Civility is dead, but remember you killed it.
Thanks Jane Dougherty for prompting us to write every day. It is soooo therapeutic. Keeps my head from exploding!!! 🤣😳🤣
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