we don’t want your prayers
void of spirit, void of heart,
talking points read from a teleprompter
but when there are guns at the gate
you may hear us praying, “build us a wall…”
and the gaslight flickers to black
~kat~
Category Archives: Social Issues
Empathy
it takes empathy
the kindness of bleeding hearts
freaks who care too much
to restore our dignity
and grace, our reputation
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms only for the words:
affection: kindness, grace, empathy
character: reputation, freak, dignity
No Words…Except… (A Cherita)
silence
but for the cacophony
of thoughts and perfidious prayers
feigned outrage fading into the abyss of
yesterday’s news; blood soaked hands of
cowards scrawling, “must build a wall…”
~kat~
I titled this no words…but I am a poet, damn it, and words are the only thing I have to give to this troubled world. I rue the day when even the poets become silent. Peace my friends. Tell someone you love, that you do…love them.
#No Cookies For Santa
Photo by ponce_photography at Pixabay.com
Breaking News: In a shocking turn of events, brave Mommies everywhere are speaking out and refusing Santa’s lewd advances. No more kisses! We have known about Santa’s naughty behavior for years, and it is believed thousands of children have been traumatized, but now the Mommies are fighting back. #No Cookies for Santa.
52 Words Exactly for Sacha’s 52 Weeks 52 Words Writespiration Challenge #50. This weeks prompt: Write about how Santa ended up on the naughty list.
The Midnighters
“Parliament is in session,” declared Ozzie, “we have a couple of live ones this evening!”
“Whooooooh…I love the futility of it all,” hooted Ollie.
Orville chimed in, “Foooooools.”
Otto, the quiet one, just ogled. He was good at ogling and freaking out fearful humans. ‘Am I a good omen or a bad one…whooooo can tell?’
“Shhhh!” Otis screeched.
“Whooo, look! They’re coming!” Odin announced.
Two souls bolted over the hill and into the valley, their hapless former selves stumbling behind in pursuit. It was futile, just as Ollie had said. After a few dips and swoops the souls faded into the mist, leaving their fleshy hosts in darkness.
Once a person loses his soul it is nearly impossible to get it back. Give your soul an inch of freedom from reason and it is sure to bolt. It’s a slippery slope. An epidemic of epic proportions orchestrated by legions of soul-less heads who are miserable and in need of adoring followers.
But at least the midnighters were entertained.
“They never had a chance,” sighed Ollie.
“Same time tomorrow then?” Odin asked his fellows.
“Wouldn’t miss it. This is better than barn crashing!” Orville guffawed.
“Whoooo’ll be next? Whooooo knows?”
~kat
A bit of silliness for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge based on the odd painting above, that I discovered, after a quick google search, is by Hugo Gerhard Simberg (24 June 1873 – 12 July 1917), a Finnish symbolist painter and graphic artist.
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