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January Biolet #30

the dopplers never lie to us
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
panic surges and then nothing
a spot of rain for all this fuss
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
the dopplers never lie to us

~kat

So…true story. I live in a mid-Atlantic state. When the weather forecasters utter the “s” words, snow…sleet…people here panic. Now I grew up in Chicago and it’s suburbs, so I’m not used to this sort of thing. We learned how to drive in the stuff as teenagers. Not here. The prospect of an inch or two of snow followed by freezing rain and plummeting temperatures causes all manner of mayhem. Schools and businesses close. Store shelves are depleted of milk and bread and if you happen to be at work when the stuff starts coming down there is a steady shuffle to the parking lot to get home before it gets bad. I know, because my cubicle is situated at the exit door.

Yesterday was one such weather event day. Just after noon a light rain started. My desk is near a window so there was an occasional glance over my shoulder to assess the situation. “Here it comes!” said one onlooker. “You need to get out and home before it gets bad,” said another. “Don’t stay too late.” “Be careful out there.” By now the schools had closed, so the parents were the first to escape danger. Then the rest of the staff made their way out into the tempest, which after an hour or so, had passed. The sky was bright blue with a few soft wisps of white. But the weather forecasters had told us to expect up to two inches of snow. One can’t be too careful you know. It all made me laugh!

As for me, I stayed on to the end of my shift. I got a lot of work done. No interruptions. And when it was time to go, I was rewarded with the most beautiful red sky sunset.

So that is what inspired my Biolet today. There were still rumblings if doom uttered today. It’s supposedly going to be very cold, not as cold as those North of us are facing, but cold. It is winter after all. This too shall pass. 😄🤣😄


January Biolet #29

Capitalist Mantra

just do it, because you’re worth it
let your fingers do the walking
have it your way, now you’re talking
you deserve a break…lovin’ it
let your fingers do the walking
just do it, because you’re worth it

~kat


January Biolet #27 & #28

You get a two-fer today. The day slipped away from me yesterday. Below is a photo of my little rescue pup, “Gabby”. She had a spa day. She hates spa days. I am surely on her bad list. So unlike other days, this photo has nothing to do with the biolets…but as I said I’ve been crazy busy. And it make me chuckle. Poor spoiled kumquat!🤣

27-

how warm the sun feels on my skin
streaming soft through the window pane
cloudless blue skies, no sign of rain
here, sheltered from the frigid wind
streaming soft through the window pane
how warm the sun feels on my skin

28-

when I was young and gullible
why, I believed ‘most anything
let others tell me what to think
got me in a heap of trouble
why, I believed ‘most anything
when I was young and gullible

~kat


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 January 2019

This week’s ReVerse reads like a collection of anecdotes. Random thoughts spliced together one line after another. If I think about it, it’s no surprise. Last week was a roller coaster. And if you know me I like to write about current events. So, whew!!! Here we go!

On a national level, in the US, drama unfolded at our capital. Federal employees faced a second zero payday, and the ripple effects of this loss of income started to affect private business, municipalities, air travel and national security. Another puzzle piece of the Mueller investigation was fit into place with a high profile arrest just a few heartbeats away from the president. More secrets are coming to light. Security clearances we now know were doled out by the dozens despite clear rejections from professional investigators. It’s anyone’s guess how compromised our national security is, given the dubious friends of our current administration. And it now appears there are thousands more refugee children being hidden away than we originally thought.

Britain has had its own problems with Brexit’s deadline looming. Venezuela held a contentious election. And the usual cast of the world’s lowlife continue their respective reigns of lawlessness and terror while schmoozing with trump.

Despite all this high drama, we saw a tiny glimmer of hope. At least for three weeks those who have suffered needlessly during the government shutdown will be paid. And it appears that our congress is motivated to bring a comprehensive border security plan to the table. We have such a mess to clean up. The sins of our government are many. This is no time to rest on the laurels of any victories won. We are far from wellness and healing will take a long time. But we’re seeing a light at the end of this tunnel. Baby steps, but it’s beginning to feel like we’re moving in the right direction.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 January 2019

walls can’t shield us from what we’ve bred

where there is hate let us be love

nothing lasts forever

One day she’d get the courage to say hello.

her brilliance cannot be muted

it’s never too late to make your mark in this world

there are moments, I must confess

I’m grateful

it takes considerable grace

righteous beliefs aren’t set in stone,

a touch of warmth blooms life anew

there is no pleasure in winning / when winning is all that matters

~kat

A 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 ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Winning

It’s time for another cleave poem. You know the drill. Read column one top to bottom first, then column two, then for the grand finale read each line all the way across. Three poems in one.


Winning

there is no pleasure in winning / when winning is all that matters
for those seeking justice / the fight is to the death
it’s a matter of survival / with disdain for the weak
preserving the collective soul / because bleeding hearts
goodness, compassion / are for losers
in the redress of grievances / it’s not personal
long overdue / this world is for the taking
any victories gained are / by any means
tinged bittersweet / and in the end
until everyone is free / it’s all or nothing
there is no pleasure in winning / when winning is all that matters

~kat