for fools that use their
god to embrace and celebrate
poison hearts growling with
dark, devouring desire,
there can be no peace.
kat ~ 24 September 2016
(Using Magnetic Poetry’s Poet Kit)
This week’s entry for Elusive Trope of Specks and Fragments. I pieced my poem before checking out the challenge. There must be something in the air… 😊 peace everyone!
Happy Friday! I am beginning to think that Dictionary.com has a thing for posting politically charged words on Fridays. This week’s word is Plutocracy. Originating from the Greek, plutocracy is one of those combination words with ploûtos meaning “wealth” and krátos meaning “rule, strength, might”. The English started using this word in the mid-1600’s.
I don’t know about you, but I am weary of politics. I console myself into thinking it will finally be over in a matter of months. But I am only fooling myself. It won’t be over. Regardless of who wins our U.S. election, there will be hell to pay to the losers who will most certainly protest, revolt, dig their heals in, obstruct progress, or worse. I don’t even want to think about it.
Me? Once I cast my vote this November, I plan on crawling under a rock somewhere, or finding a secluded neutral island where I can hide away until the after-blast settles.
And I will wonder as I always do, if my vote really mattered. “Of course it does,” the talking heads tell us. But the talking heads are owned by the very rich who pay for the campaigns of the candidates who they count on to pass laws that afford them eminent domain, special favors and deregulation. Which is not a good thing for us rock dwellers. I kinda like that we have pristine national forests. I am especially grateful knowing that the fruit in my salad has been regulated to rule out e-coli and the like, and that the products that I purchase are held to standards that make them safe to use. But hey, that’s just me. So whether it matters or not, I vote. It’s the principle of the thing.
Some people say we are already a plutocracy, but I hold onto the hope that there are still enough of us average work-a-day paycheck to paycheck folks to tip the scales. Yes, I still hope.
And so we come to another political word of the day from our friends at dictionary.com. Here is my haiku…it’s more of a lesson learned…a word to the wise, that sort of thing. and I am passing it on…cause “trickling down” never did and still doesn’t work.
Plutocracy
Plutocrats will say,
“Give us more, we’ll share with you.”
Plutocrats don’t share.kat ~ 23 September 2016
Of course I knew that there’d be pain
from others who had gone before,
nightmarish tales of blood and gore,
but never did one soul refrain
from telling me that I’d forget
the horror of it all and yet,
as each unpleasant milestone came…
the morning ick, the evening swell,
the doubt that I’d survive this hell,
the wondering if I’d regain
my waist, as my expanding girth
prepared my body for your birth.
I swore never, never again
should I in fact from this survive,
my predecessors surely lied
and you may think that I’m insane
but I can tell you it is true,
I did forget, when I met you.
kat- 21 September 2016
For Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge: to write a poem about pain using words to channel it into something beautiful, with this rhyme pattern: abb acc add aee … I chose one of my own photos rather than the one provided – dedicating this one to my daughters. 🙂
Time to get silly for my haiku blitz this evening. Did you know that toads are frogs? The dry land variety, but all part of the same classification…amphibia. I for one did not know this. (How ever did I make it this far in life?! It’s a wonder! :D)
Until now. I thought they were totally unique…like dolphins and porpoises. If you don’t know the difference between these two, it’s time to flex your Google fingers and learn something new! Never stop learning my friends!
Whether you ribbit or croak, a frog can be a toad or a frog…it’s all relative 🙂
some frogs are just toads
in need of dermabrasion
and moisturizer!
kat ~ 19 September 2016
For Haiku Horizon’s weekly challenge. The prompt word this week is “Frog”.
Buds that stay shuttered
will miss the exquisite pain
of love’s undoing…
kat ~ 19 September 2016
This haiku is for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge. This week’s prompt is “Bud”.
like mercury colliding... 