Catching up today with two poems or four if you consider the second poem is a Cleave poem (3 poems in one). All following a theme. The United States has gone over the edge. Shutdown…apparently now is the fulfillment of the promised project 2025. The government is in full propaganda mode, sending out political messaging from every agency switchboard, blaming the democrats…is this legal? Doesn’t matter. They don’t care. All this is being used to fuel and justify DT’s vengeance campaign. Attacks on states and cities led by progressive leaders, targeted as enemies of state for not kissing the ring. Middle of the night raids on US citizens as well as immigrants of various statuses…though that doesn’t matter either. The scotus gave DT a green light to declare every immigrant he hates illegal. Cruelty against children. Terror is the point. If you already know about all this, I’m sorry for dredging it up again. But for those who haven’t been paying attention and most importantly for myself to document it all. No one will believe things were this crazy years from now if we don’t record it as it happens.
On a personal note, I received an updated anti-discrimination notice from my employer and health insurance company. It no longer protects me and members of my community referencing a federal mandate clause. I suppose going forward it will be up to the benevolence and backbone of my employer to treat me and my wife (who is disabled and my dependent) fairly. Whether, as time goes on they will be mandated to recognize our partnership of 25 years at all. It’s all happening so quietly…so quickly. First it was all immigrants of color. Next it was DEI. It was stunning how quickly businesses and institutions fell in line by firing and removing protections for people assumed to have been hired because of diversity, equity inclusion. Now the LGBTQ+ community is in the crosshairs. A simple redefining of who is protected from discrimination based on a new law. Who’s next? Healthcare is the latest hot topic on the hill. The poor, the vulnerable, the disabled, the elderly…
I should probably hide myself away and be quiet. But I can’t be complicit in this. This is my way of resisting. So, without further ado.
Poem 1 …a Triolet
triolet:
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
set in motion
it’s already too late the end of us is set in motion a freight train with no breaks it’s already too late the frog boil is ready to plate to feed the beast’s lust for devotion it’s already too late the end of us is set in motion
~kat
Poem 2…a Cleave poem (two columns…poem 1 -first column, poem 2-second column, poem 3-each line across both columns.
1- signs (a List Poem)
Please Do Not Feed Slow Children Slippery When Wet May Contain Nuts Yield…Yield…YIELD Watch Your Step May Cause Severe Drowsiness No U Turn Take A Number The Line Forms Here Do Not Disturb Please Be Quiet Surveillance Cameras in Use Left Lane Closed No Outlet May Cause Death
2- already too late (Free Verse)
Fascists are never satisfied they will divide and conquer proclaiming superiority one way to look, to believe, to be their way the opposite of woke no compassion for humanity weaponizing labels stoking hate and fear they will punish you for being different they will find you it’s just a matter of time fascists are here now it’s already too late
3- signs | already too late (Cleave Poem)
Please Do Not Feed | Fascists Slow Children | are never satisfied Slippery When Wet | they will divide and conquer May Contain Nuts | proclaiming superiority Yield…Yield…YIELD | one way to look, to believe, to be Watch Your Step | their way May Cause Severe Drowsiness | the opposite of woke No U Turn | no compassion for humanity Take A Number | weaponizing labels The Line Forms Here | stoking hate and fear Do Not Disturb | they will punish you Please Be Quiet | for being different Surveillance Cameras in Use | they will find you Left Lane Closed | it’s just a matter of time No Outlet | fascists are here now May Cause Death | it’s already too late
~kat
phew! Now that that is over with, I owe you and myself some glimmers. Life goes on in the midst of chaos. It may not always be a smooth journey, but as I have said before, glimmers are everywhere, every day, just waiting to be noticed by us. Waiting to restore our soul.
Here’s a few glimmers that have kept me going the last few days…
the cusp of the full harvest moon ~ katmy woodland familytrying my hand at flower arranging…happy autumn…my favorite time of the year!
Spent several hours in the office space where I worked for 7 years before the pandemic sent me home to work remotely. It felt like a ghost town, but was a haven in the storm where I was able to recharge our generator batteries. Thankfully we didn’t need to use them for more than a few hours. in case you missed it… a huge glimmer her and gratefulness for access to resources.
Some random thoughts as I catch up on the past two days
day 45 ~ and we wait
blackout
the prospect of one more night of bitter cold, of darkness, of death our tropical fish succumbing one by one it’s an unbearable burden my best attempts to sustain us woefully inadequate but I keep fighting the warm-blooded souls under our roof huddled, hanging on to the promise that the services we depend upon will be restored before day’s end heartened by activity, tree removal and utility trucks, in the neighborhood trust slipping away by the hours as darkness once again swallows the light
but I digress… is this what it will be like In coming years as safety nets are eliminated, as our country crumbles as the loyalists of the king are rewarded and those of us opposed or other are excluded to fend for ourselves… must prepare, must be better prepared
huddled under layers of clothes and blankets I close my eyes in hope that at least this night the light will break through, that power will be restored, that we will be safe again and then a sputter, the hum of electronics, the computer screens flash on, the printer reboots and the heat growls to a start i lay motionless, while the grid surges wondering if it is temporary or real …waiting…wondering…waiting hoping…as the room becomes warmer a sigh, a full breath of relief … such relief short lived, as my mind rudely intrudes must be better prepared…must prepare
~kat
An update. Just lost a few tetras…the other fish held on!
day 46~affirmations
repeat after me…
I’m still here I matter I have value I am worthy I am brave I am a survivor I deserve respect I deserve to be happy I deserve to be free I am smart I am compassionate I am kind I am light I am love and yes I am here…I AM SO HERE!
Peace, love, and glimmers of affirmation to you, and remember, you are a magnificent soul.
Fred Whan’s Fish Stick Jesus David Howlett’s Naan JesusToby Elles’ Frying Pan Jesus
Fish Stick Jesus
He was sighted on a fish stick, on a pancake and grilled cheese, Some say it was a miracle so the faithful flocked to see.
They found him in his glory on a toasted slice of naan he gazed from ripe banana peels and from unrinsed fry pans.
I know you won’t believe it but they saw him in the clouds as if coming for his chosen from amongst the gathering crowds.
Ever watchful for their savior leaving no stained rock unturned the hopeful ever seeking eager for his grand return.
So He came to them in person wide-eyed, lost, without a home in the hopes that they would know him welcome him in, as their own.
But they ne’er saw him coming turned away and closed their ears for he looked too much like “others” that the righteous ones all feared.
“We’ve just enough, we’ve none to spare, don’t bother us,” they said, and hovered round their idols of his images instead.
When end of days for each one came they waited at the gate to give account of their life’s deeds and learn about their fate.
“We saw you everywhere,” they said, “and gave you proper due… enshrined your image high and low we stayed forever true!”
To their surprise the Master then did shake his head and say, “I only came to see you once ‘twas then you turned away.”
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge – Day 7: a list poem. For today…after being buried in expense reports, power point presentations, spreadsheets, for about 12 hours straight, my brain is a bit fried. But never fear, I found this gem in my archive, written almost a decade ago. It fits the list requirement rather well, I think. Tomorrow, if the fates are kind, I’ll prepare a fresh baked poem. Until then, Peace and Love my lovelies! 😉
I had just logged out of my work computer, sat down to watch a bit of mindless TV while my dog’s tilapia baked in the oven. Okay, yes I cook for my dogs. Vet’s orders…though… well that’s another story it’s for my sweet Winston who refuses to go out in the rain to do his business without his raincoat Winnie, who has a special blankie and needs to be tucked in at night
anyhoo… where was I?
just finished work got two trays of tilapia into the oven fed the cats (don’t think i mentioned that or the cats) got Winston dressed in his raincoat so he could take a wee plopped down on the recliner sofa in the den turned on a movie then THIS popped up on the big screen…
what follows next is the conversation i had with some AI beaming in via satellite from a galaxy far, far away no doubt just sayin’
been a rough week only Tuesday, you say? rough week
Wha’? Hall-low!
Something’s not quite right. You’re telling me…wait!? How did you know?
Your receiver has not been reset in a while. Well that would explain a few things. It’s been a few years, hasn’t it? What with pandemics, government coups (attempted, alleged, your everyday tour group gone amuck in DC), inflation, wars, mass shootings, crazy people, two presidents (well, one just thinks he’s still the president…and people believe him!) mean, really nasty, hateful people, I must say I don’t miss being out there I don’t miss the office, the gossip, the backbiting, the hour-long commute i thought i was doing fine, adjusting to isola…i mean solitude but maybe it’s affected me just a bit more than i realized
To prevent your system from becoming unstable… Hey! No need to get personal bud!
…and to ensure you have the latest programming and software updates…. great hook! i’m listening… let me guess three easy payments of $9.95, free shipping and double this offer so i can share it with…
…your receiver will be reset in 45 seconds. Ha…wish it was that easy. You’re right. Something’s not quite right…
Most resets take less than 5 minutes. … … … well, i just spent 45 seconds in a conversation with my television i’m not sure 5 minutes is gonna cut it
think i’m gonna go unplug
the microwave just in case
~kat 🤪
NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 5 Prompt: write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature.
I had fun with this one. Don’t know if it’s a poem…or on topic, but i had fun! 😊
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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