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Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 ~ Day 5

Well, for today’s prompt challenge I started with this…

don’t you just hate it…

I can say without a second thought
I have never hated anything
your assumption sounds like lecturing
I thought you knew me; well I guess not

but let’s go there since it seems you forgot
it’s not in my nature to be such a thing
I can say without a second thought
I have never hated anything

I’m love, light and peace, hateful I’m not,
spare me your know-it-all blustering
I ha-, dislike it greatly, you think
I could hate, well that hurts me a lot
I can say without a second thought
I have never hated anything

…but I have to come clean…there is one pesky thing, or who rather, that irks my ire!!!


living rent-free in the gray

my insular cortex cannot insulate me
from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who
before long my putamen disrupts my deep sleep
turns my prefrontal cortex gray matter to goo

to hate is not me, just don’t mention DJT
what’s a peace, freedom-loving, old hippy to do
my insular cortex cannot insulate me
from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who

I have loved, loved, and loved ‘til I’m blue can’t you see
I am done playing nice, i am nobody’s fool
this regime’s got to go or democracy’s doomed
the cruel things he has done to us all makes me scream
my insular cortex cannot insulate me from that intrusive voice, those vile lies, you know who 😡


and then there’s this…I am having way too much fun with today’s challenge… does that make me a bad person? Don’t answer that! 🤪😳🤣

inedible weed

I abhor it, you know
loathe it, disdain it
find it totally disgusting
abominable, utterly repulsive
it makes me sick
ruins a perfectly good dish
makes it utterly distasteful
you know exactly that weed
I am talking about…
CILANTRO
but to say I hate it?
hate is not a strong enough
four-letter expletive
to describe something
as nauseatingly repugnant
as this so-called delicious green
that leaves a lingering foul taste behind
pass the guac, hold the…
I can’t even say it without
throwing up a little in my mouth

~kat

Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 5 Prompt:  write a poem in which you talk about disliking something – particularly something utterly innocuous, like clover. Be over the top! Be a bit silly and overdramatic.


Todays poetry form: the Rondel

  • A Rondel Poem consists of 13 -14 lines in 3 stanzas
  • Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA-B (uppercase letters are refrains)
  • Usually 8 syllables per line

Today’s Glimmer…Realizing that even when life is coming up dandelions, it is a wonderful, very good thing. The roses will flaunt their ruddy faces soon enough.

Much love, peace, glimmers, and dandelion wishes to you!

~kat ✨✨✨🐝💚🐝✨✨✨


December Dodoitsu #17

at times you’re impossible
driving me over the edge
while taking my breath away
dancing that thin line

~kat


Anything

nat-hawthorne


anything

look at you, absentmindedly twirling
a wisp of perfect golden hair ’round
slender fingertips, hint of a smile, lips,
velvet petals, parted, revealing pearlescent
teeth, a laugh, pleasant, lilting, crystalline
blue eyes, sparkling, that quickly look
away from too intense a gaze…you don’t
know how beautiful you are, coyly
denying the adoration of those poor
souls ensnared by your loveliness…
you hardly notice your true devotees
pricked so deeply by love’s poison dart
they would do anything for you, truly
anything…I suppose that’s why
i hate you…i do…i hate you

~kat

For MindLoveMisery’s Menageries’ Sunday Writing Prompt based on the quote above by Nathaniel Hawthorne.


Legacy

Legacy

Since moving from the Midwest to the South some 30 years ago, I have become keenly aware of class and rank and, I’m just going to say it, blatant racism in the United States of America. It is as thick as the honey dripping from a southern belle’s lips when she coos, “bless their hearts.” I was shocked to learn that the southern-born locals, especially here in Virginia “Where the Nation Reunited”, yearn to have one last (un)Civil battle to set things right…the way things shoulda’ been…the way things always had a’ been before the War of Northern Aggression took away their right to own people, and later dared to demand that they allow their lily-white, privileged, progeny attend school with the coloreds. I know my words sound harsh. I mean for them to sound that way. It was a culture shock to me back then, just as the current state of unrest in this country is a shock to some folks now.

Fast forward to the 21st century and it’s plain to see that the bitter divisions we are suffering are nothing new. None of us should be surprised by the ugliness that has been unearthed by this latest battle of Conservatives versus Liberals.

I listen to pundits on tv who wonder how long it will take to undo the damage done in less than a year by politicians who seek to destroy government on the backs of the middle class and the poor, while lining the pockets of the rich, and their own. I’ve thought about it and I don’t expect us to recover anytime soon. In fact, the way I see it, this was just a relapse. Eventually we may slip into remission; the ugly underbelly of our worst devils may crawl back under their rocks. It’s been a sickness raging just under our skin for several centuries now.

And make no mistake, here in the South the Rebs are in no hurry to stop this train. They finally have a hero who talks like they think; mean and spiteful and hateful. With rebel flags flapping in the wind they’re locked and loaded and ready for that do-over to set things right. Those who refuse to learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat it…and repeat it.

i wasn’t prepared
for the venomous rancor,
lines drawn in concrete,
pompous trumpeter swagger,
all civility be damned

i wasn’t prepared
for the costly price of love;
humanity’s end
~kat

For Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Tuesday Challenge, a Haibun/Tanka/Haiku prompted by the words Hate and Pride.


Afraid


they are afraid
truth cannot penetrate their hearts
they are afraid
placing their faith in barricades
setting themselves above, apart
consumed by hate, lost in the dark…
they are afraid.

kat ~ 9 July 2016

(A Rondelet- AbAabbA)