everything changed nothing changed i stand at the edge of despair unable to exhale shrouded in the dread of threatened promises unleashed by ignorance, the stench of hate dripping from the rafters amidst wind-raped, naked trees loss of daylight adding insult to undeserved misery a chill, an ungodly silence cups my ears like a sonic boom no one hears my screams… even if they did, they’d revel in my suffering, the transaction of wholesale soul acquisition is complete, bloodthirsty monsters wielding the sickle to collect a harvest sown by lies justice buried alive under the heap I’m fading to black, clinging to embers of hope flickering in the wake of rage faint glimpses of love, compassion, kindness, and truth to keep me as winter approaches swiftly from the four corners, everything in its season…to sleep…to dream spring is coming, she’s coming she’s coming…right? this little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine let it shine let it shine let it shine
Supporters of President Donald Trump gather in front of the U.S. Capitol Jan. 6, 2021, in Washington. (CNS/Reuters/Stephanie Keith)
two sides, one truth
“It was the most beautiful day” | we saw democracy in action “so much love in the air” | as hate and tension mounted on the hill “the crowd was unbelievable” | with lawmakers under attack “I’ve never seen anything like it” | it was a violent insurrection proud patriots marched on | sending leaders blue and red into hiding to defend democracy | but when the smoke cleared to restore the rightful winner | they rose up to vote believing an election was stolen | to counter a big lie some were accused, tried, imprisoned | democracy almost died that day now the so-called hostages | but for the brave by those who stand | who stood their ground to honor them | to save us from ourselves as they sing the national anthem | we will never forget that day let freedom ring | with liberty and justice for all
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 20 Challenge: write a poem that recounts a historical event. In writing your poem, you could draw on your memory, encyclopedias, history books, or primary documents.
Been a while since I wrote a cleave poem. Though I’m a day late to the party, this prompt felt like the perfect opportunity given the revisionist history of recent events. My research took me down a few rabbit holes. It’s no wonder people are confused! But there is truth and reality. Sometimes we need to trust what our eyes and ears and common sense tell us!
Poetry form: A cleave poem is a poem in three (or more) pieces: the left side, the right side, and both combined. Read one side…|…then the other … then both sides line by line combined.
this is totally absurd the latest, have you heard? like nothing we have ever seen idolatry to the extreme feigned religiosity disgusting evangelicals who make our lives a living hell they flock to him like birds to seed he uses them to feed his greed they willingly concede he owns them ‘til the day they die mesmerized by juicy lies I pray they see the honest truth before the devil demands his due
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 17 Challenge: write a poem that is inspired by a piece of music, and that shares its title with that piece of music.
Finally catching up after a crazy week!!! I was more inspired by the title than the actual lyrics of the song, “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. This is what I often think to myself in mixed political company. I have to fight myself from screaming what I really think out loud! In this climate things are better left unsaid, that is if one cares at all about seeing another day!
freedom for the chosen opportunity for the few doors closed to the hopeful pursuit of happiness denied to some parades, hot dogs, mass shootings, music, fireworks…god bless America
~kat
Gogyohka
Five rules of Gogyohka by Enta Kusakabe (1983).
• Gogyohka is a new form of short poem that is based on the ancient Japanese Tanka and Kodai kayo.
• Gogyohka has five lines, but exceptionally may have four or six.
• Each line of Gogyohka consists of one phrase with a line-break after each phrase or breath.
• Gogyohka has no restraint on numbers of words or syllables.
We are not free, to feel what we feel to say it out loud, to say what we think, to be real.
I’m afraid if I tell you the truth you’ll reject me as other…it won’t matter, the proof.
When did voting become a dagger, a weapon of hate wielded by carpetbaggers?
It’s not that our politics don’t jive But it’s the pleasure you take harming innocent lives.
Landay – The Landay is the poetic form of Afghan women. The poem is 22 syllables long and contains 2 lines. 9 syllables in the first and 11 in the second. Rhyme is not specifically called for but a great many do rhyme at the end of each line. Subjects can include, but are not limited to, war, separation, homeland, grief, or love.
Pronunciation/Etymology. In Pashto, “landay (LAND-ee)” means “short, poisonous snake,” likely an allusion to its minimal length and use of sarcasm. Landays (or landai) often criticize traditions and gender roles.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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