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R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

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‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?’—W.B. Yeats

 

sickening the surreptitious poison
seething decades long, progress regressed
strides reversed, equality is frozen
by patriarchal fools who ‘know what’s best’
deafened to the earnest accusations
of innocents so easily oppressed
gather they, in secret consultation
seeking to exploit, for gain, the nation

slowly voices from the ash, defiant,
demanding recompense, proclaim, ‘me too’
legion, they are over being silenced
willing to face demons, armed with truth
exposing vile molesters, cads and tyrants
and they’re not backing down, this is a coup
apathy is never a solution
stir the masses, join the revolution

~kat

A two-octive Ottava Rima poem (abababcc, dededeff – Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count) for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month with Yeats – Day 16‘ poetry challenge based on the verse above from Yeats’ poem ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him and Longs for the End of the World’


Autumn Glow


Autumn Glow

wafts of cinnamon,
the tang of oranges and cloves,
bonfires ablaze,
oak and hickory, crackling
snug are we, faces aglow

redolent season
breezes smoky, spice-infused
crimson, ochre hues

~kat

For Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge, a tanka/haiku based on synonyms of the prompt words: Smell – redolent (adj)/tang and Cozy – snug.


Somebody

‘You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats

she was somebody’s somebody
before the great unraveling
a loving soul with grace to spare
a heart of love, overflowing

she was known by many a name
she was somebody’s somebody
a daughter, sister, mother, friend
a welcome guest and confidant

then a tempest, fierce, chaotic
ripped through the world, left from right
she was somebody’s somebody
her children scattered to the wind

these days she clings to memories
hope can be a cruel reminder
but she still loves with grace to spare
she was somebody’s somebody

~kat

A Quatern for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Fifteen, inspired by today’s quote from the ‘The Rose of Battle’.


Twittering Tales #58 – 14 November 2017


About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. Wait….WHAT?! YES! You read that correctly. Recently, the sages at Twitter announced that they were doubling the character limit. So, of course I am passing this gift on to you! When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you now have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tales. I can’t wait to see what you do this week.


Twittering Tale #57– The Roundup


Starting us off…

“How was the bike ride?’
“Painful.”
“Didn’t you wear those padded biker shorts?”
“Yeah. Next time I’m gonna strap a pillow to my ass!”
131 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:

“Thank God for the support springs. Or I wonder how I would have landed on my ass?”

From Di at Pensitivity101

He was the lookout, a master of disguise.
Sit on him and his springs would catapult you into space!
98 characters

From Michael at Morpethroad:

It was the saddle from hell.
Bum sore and thigh rash,
no matter how you adjusted it
It was the maker of misery.
Assigned it happily to the dump.
(141 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:

For sale. One used natural leather bike saddle. It’s too hard and the springs are shot, but I need the money so I can splurge on a new one.
(139 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:

Grandpa, come look what we found in the woods!
The kids saw rust and cracked leather, but when Hal saw his long lost bike, it was perfection.
140 Characters

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:

On your bike
Get set, go, have fun
In summer
Till winter
As long as there’s no snow
Cycling is cool sport

(100 characters)

From Jannat007 at Be Happy:

Mom I have got the best blogger award. Where is my gift?
Baby you have been asking for a bike and now you are going to get it.
Here it is.
(137 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:

Dorothy’s Bicycle

Its Dorothy’s bike but she’s not here   So unlike her
She’s a good egg   loves her bicycle
Her picnic baskets spilled open on the grass
cupcakes everywhere
Oh dear !

From Leena at Through my Heart Web

Cycle Road Trp,BAD IDEA!
Oh!Cm On DAD,U R Nt Dt Old
Riding Cycle Is Past Nw
So Wht?Once Rider Alwz Rider
Ok Dn Ltz Go
Wohoo,Dad n Son,Fun Mode ON.

From Jan at StrangeGoingsOnInTheHead:

A sad tale of love and ashes…
Wolf and vamp
Lovers doomed
A tragedy waiting to unfold
Riding on steeds of antique silver and garlic leather
A tryst soon ended
Life in flames
(139 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:

The broken saddle

If your going in to town Mark can
You pick me up a new saddle.
My old is broken and it rubs. Man
It’s like canoeing all day  without a paddle.
(140 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:

“It’s too high. I’ll fall off! Will you help me?”
“It’s easy. Come on! Your big brother can do it. Why can’t you?”
I never took to cycling.
(137 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:

The emu skull looked great mounted on the shiny springs. The bone was acquiring a fine patina, but it was still a most uncomfortable ride!
(139 characters)


This week’s photo is from SkittersPhotos at Pixabay.com. Since you have double the characters, I’m excited to see what this fellow’s story is. If course, you can still do a 140 character tale if you’d rather. I read that even given the opportunity to write more, people were still keeping their tweets brief. There is something easy and quick about sharing snippet of thought. But then again, when it comes to fiction…how many of us have wished for just a few characters more? I know I have. The beauty of this all is that you can tell your tale in a flash or not. It’s up to you. 😊

Twittering Tales #58 – 14 November 2017

SkittersPhotos at Pixabay.com

The Lady of Emerald Inlet

He was a young salt when the beautiful lady, with long flowing golden tresses and eyes deep as the sea stole his heart.

For 40 years he fished the brackish waters of the inlet hoping to see her again.

They say ‘twas old age that stopped his heart that night. Some say she returned.

(280 Characters! Wow! That was fun!)

~kat


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 November 2017

With every sensational soundbite, those who are paying too close attention (I am all to easily sucked in…guilty as charged) are reeling from the downward spiral of our uncivil civilization. I happen to have an American front row seat, but from your comments; you my friends across the pond, and from the north, south and east, this current state of unrest seems to be global. With nuclear options being flexed and monsters being exposed, I have even heard the “A” word mumbled under pundits baited breaths. “A” for apocalypse…oh my!

But I’m not buying it. And, well, if I’m wrong….that’s okay. I can deal with being wrong especially since there won’t be anyone around to say “I told you so…” Why am I not buying it? Not yet? There is still enough good in the world to hold this implosion at bay. Patriarchy is going down. Hate is being exposed for the ugly blight that it is. And we are starting to believe the women…and the innocents when they point at the emperor declaring that he is buck naked. He’s always been naked. I know it’s a shock, but that’s how truth rolls.

At any rate, the bad guys will still try to distract us from the truth, blame the victims, call monsters heroes. I don’t expect them to go down without a fight. But they are clearly desperate. That’s a good sign.

I know you’re weary. But we’re in the final stretch it seems to me. The apocalypse may be coming, but for a chosen few. I expect to be standing when the smoke settles.

Peace, truth, love…resist! ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 November 2017

she lights up a room / she’s a sorceress cackling, tock-tick-tick-tock-<
ainful<
..sorry to interrupt your eternal bliss<
ool nor-eastern zephyr whispers<
aging from coal soot nostrils<
rumbling to dust<
he burning stench of liquid iron, oozing<
hoose me, choose me<
..haven for hoards of crude middling beasties<
irtue is disdained<
oo beautiful to bear<
o not lose heart<
hey’re going down<
eartless fools who<
ish that you were here instead<
..brief glimmers of recognition

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.