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The Walls We Build


I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Arranging travel for executives
Typing their profiting plans bits by byte
With a few quick breaks to brew myself tea

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Answering phone calls with veiled pleasantry
When asked for favors, I serve with a smile
Hoping to mask my deep fear from their gaze

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Lost in the hum of my blessed routine
Locked in a prison of my own making
Where I feel safe from their gloating eyes mocking

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Outed by friends who boast my deep secret
Hoping to prove they are not like the rest
Those who’d deny my rights as a human

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Collateral damage, votes cast in fear
closet doors open whispering my name
Still I resist their safe promise and yet

I hide in a cubicle, dawn to dusk
If I had money I might build walls too
Oh, in my own way I’ve done this, it’s true
But I don’t feel safe from danger that looms

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Doing my job and paying my taxes
Wondering where they will be on the day
I cease to be safe despite what they say

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Wondering who I should fear and who, trust
Minding my business, yet knowing I must
Open my heart to be healed by love

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
It’s not the ideal arrangement I know
I’m gonna try harder to open my heart
And let you back in, it’s small, it’s a start.

I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk.

kat – 14 November 2016


Eximious – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

 

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Happy Friday! Today’s word of the day from Dictionary.com, Eximious comes from the Latin adjective eximius meaning “select, distinguished, excellent,” which is a derivative of the verb eximere, “to take out, remove.” It entered English in the mid-1500s.

When I looked for examples and uses of this word, I discovered it is one of those archaic words that never quite caught on. But it does have quite a colorful past just the same, as evidenced by this information I found.  Here is the story from WorldWideWords.org  about the not-so-eximious character, Andrew Borde, who first coined this word:

Eximious appeared first in The Breviary of Health, a book of 1547 by Andrew Borde, who was variously a monk, writer of an excellent travel book about Europe, spy for Thomas Cromwell, popular physician and reputed compiler of several books of jokes (he wrote in the Breviary that nothing comforted the heart so much as honest mirth and good company). He died in prison, having — it’s said — been found guilty of keeping three whores in his chamber in Winchester, though a contemporary explained that he was merely pimping them for members of the clergy.

He wrote in the Breviary about “The eximious and arcane science of physic”, that is, the excellent and mysterious science of medicine. That comment notably contains two neologisms, since he is also the first known user of arcane. He created other medical terms in the book which are still familiar, such as constipatedhydrophobiahead louse and ulcerated, but many of his terms didn’t catch on: a writer two centuries after him observed that he was as fond of hard and uncouth words as any quack could be.

Alrighty then! My my! 🙂 … here is my haiku. Have a good weekend.

Title does not prove
how eximious one is
depends on actions.

kat – 11 November 2016


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 November 2016


This US election cycle has been a long exhausting run. And we have learned an inconvenient, ugly truth about ourselves in the process.

Once it became socially acceptable to lie, slander, subjugate, ridicule, denigrate, marginalize, judge, discriminate and hate, our worst angels oozed to the surface, from under the moss-adorned rocks we hoped would contain them, and flaunted themselves in broad daylight. We never wanted to believe that this element of our society was legion. But we can no longer fool ourselves. What’s more, it is who we are as a nation. It is our friends, co-workers, neighbors, family. And the most disturbing thing we have learned is that it is us too, all of us, each time we choose to feel anger, to lash out toward those who don’t agree with or believe as we do.

It has been shocking to witness my own range of emotions as they have shifted from light to dark, from compassion to frustration and anger, to feel that surge of satisfaction after having crushed an opposing view with “the truth”. It has been sobering to realize that even in the name of all that is right and good and true, my own heart and soul can be found lacking when my intention is self-serving.

Yes, it’s true. Most of us are a combination of good and evil. What matters most is not that we are both, but that we can always choose to do better. We choose.

This is my final pre-election post. But I realize that it is just the beginning for all of us and this dysfunctional country of ours, to take what we have learned about ourselves…and do better.

✌️& ❤️ ~ kat

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 November 2016

rest our souls
each minute crept excruciatingly into hours
it can be tricky
each is hoping you’ll believe
memories whisper
no doubt about it,
privilege creeps in
the what’s don’t matter, for’s don’t care
“Because I said so,”
la, la…la, la, laaaa!
you and yours (we) can do better

~kat

The Shi Sai (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.


Coffee Oracle ~ Magnetic Poetry Saturday – 5 November 2016

this moment in time
opened us to look at things
we hoped could not be
making all see that we care
little for one another, but let’s
fight together for the dream
you and yours (we) can do better

kat ~ 5 November 2016
(Magnetic Poetry using The Love Kit)

For the Magnetic Poetry Challenge by Elusive Trope’s Specks and Fragments.


Creep Race

privilege creeps in
to thwart have nots from having
one must rig the race

kat ~ 2 November 2016

A haiku for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Creep & Race. The original painting is public domain attributed to Martin van Meytens.