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The Greatest in the History of All Things Great, Greatness – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 16

The Greatest in the History of All Things Great, Greatness

We had the most beautiful piece of cake!
Everyone tells me it’s so, believe me,
except for fake news, they’re the enemy,
phony, the worst, agents of the deep state.

I always win bigly, losers I hate.
Mistakes? I don’t make them, never, not me.
We had the most beautiful piece of cake!
Everyone tells me it’s so, believe me.

I promise to make America great.
It’s going to be tremendous, you’ll see.
I alone, stable genius…covfefe…
loved by Vlad Putin, Kim Jong Il, and Xi.
We had the most beautiful piece of cake!

~kat


For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 16: write a poem of over-the-top compliments. Pick a person, place, or thing you love, and praise it in the most effusive way you can. Go for broke with metaphors, similes, and more.

Well, I had a bit…oh hell, I had a tremendous, stupendous time poking political fun today. I know of no other politician who is more well versed in over-the-top, extravagantly, effusive self-adulation and duplicity than President 45. I used a Rondel, a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. 

 


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 September 2018

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There is an air of despair and hopelessness, as bitter old men ram through a questionable candidate for the highest court in our land, to reign over us for a lifetime. 

Our nation was riveted to ‘credible’ testimony laced with accounts of a lifetime of pain resulting from trauma and responded to with pent up privileged rage. It left us tearful and aghast, this spectacle that summed up the chasm between us. It left us with more questions than answers and a clear view into the soul of an elite powerful class in the final throws of power. It revealed to us that there is nothing the powerful will not do or say to keep their power, the rest of us be damned. 

There is a pattern to the assaults on equality, dignity, and fairness that has transpired over the past few years. Among those in power are the privileged, old white men and their fawning little women, and evangelical pro-lifers who are happy to sell their souls if it means edging them closer to a dystopian heaven on earth a la Gilead (see Handmaid’s Tale). Those who suffer abuse at the hands of this power base are disproportionately female, young, sick, poor, marginalized, ethnic, immigrant, or people of color. Heaven, it seems is only for the chosen and we are all painfully reminded daily who is chosen and who is not. We know them by their fruits as their tome reminds us. Rotten to the core, but ever righteous according to this twisted doctrine, their transgressions covered in the blood of the lamb (aka the meek). That referenced verse is ironic in a terrifying way. 

It’s not for me to say who’s telling the truth. The fact is, truth doesn’t really matter. What I do know is what cannot be unseen…the spectacle of this candidate for a position on the Supreme Court’s performance. It smacked of his being temperamentally unhinged, rage-full, vindictive, and blatantly partisan as revealed by his own words when he repeated wild conspiracy theories against democrats. If he is pushed through to that esteemed seat on the bench, will we ever be able to trust in the wisdom, justice and impartiality that our founders envisioned? I think not. Of all the tragedies that have resulted from this week of blight, this is the worst and most far reaching damage anyone can imagine. It is stunning to witness. Democracy unraveling.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 September 2018

and the moon’s made of cheese
there, waiting in the dark…
to feed your narcissism
if you remember all who came before you
life has a way of surprising us.
thoughts, words mean nothing
when tossed into a cesspool
tick tock so very slowly
she weeps fallow fronds,
as smoke with no fire
truth hid, on holiday
morning will never bring peace
never too late for a do over
dreams never end
believing a thing,
wounds too deep to heal unaided,
it just was’t in the cards.

~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.


Essence 23

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the orange fool went mad
now he’s a tool for Vlad

~kat

A little photoshop fun for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge Day 23. What can I say? I needed a bit of comic relief from the madness of Washington. The bad news is assaulting us with dizzying rapidity these days. And if you know me, I could not let the month pass without poking at least once at the Orange Fool in Chief. One can wax poetic about the weather only so much. I hope it has the intended smile from you that I’m hoping for. I had fun creating it. Peace and perseverance y’all. It will be over soon, one way or the other, hopefully with no casualties, save the reputations of the complicit. Fortunately, we still have term limits.

 


Ebullient – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s word of the day at Dictionary.com is Ebullient, an adjective that means: overflowing with fervor, enthusiasm, or excitement; high-spirited:  (The award  winner  was in an ebullient mood at the dinner in her honor.);  bubbling up like a boiling liquid.

From Etymology Dictionary Online:

1590s, “boiling,” from Latin ebullientem (nominative ebulliens), present participle of ebullire “to boil over,” literally or figuratively, from ex “out, out of” (see ex-) + bullire “to bubble” (see boil (v.)). Figurative sense of “enthusiastic” is first recorded 1660s.

I found an amusing reference to and use of this word in Jonathan Swift’s book, “Gulliver’s Travels”. Here is an excerpt:

“There was a most ingenious doctor, who seemed to be perfectly versed in the whole nature and system of government. This illustrious person had very usefully employed his studies, in finding out effectual remedies for all diseases and corruptions to which the several kinds of public administration are subject, by the vices or infirmities of those who govern, as well as by the licentiousness of those who are to obey. For instance: whereas all writers and reasoners have agreed, that there is a strict universal resemblance between the natural and the political body; can there be any thing more evident, than that the health of both must be preserved, and the diseases cured, by the same prescriptions? It is allowed, that senates and great councils are often troubled with redundant, ebullient, and other peccant humours; with many diseases of the head, and more of the heart; with strong convulsions, with grievous contractions of the nerves and sinews in both hands, but especially the right; with spleen, flatus, vertigos, and deliriums; with scrofulous tumours, full of fetid purulent matter; with sour frothy ructations: with canine appetites, and crudeness of digestion, besides many others, needless to mention.

This doctor therefore proposed, “that upon the meeting of the senate, certain physicians should attend it the three first days of their sitting, and at the close of each day’s debate feel the pulses of every senator; after which, having maturely considered and consulted upon the nature of the several maladies, and the methods of cure, they should on the fourth day return to the senate house, attended by their apothecaries stored with proper medicines; and before the members sat, administer to each of them lenitives, aperitives, abstersives, corrosives, restringents, palliatives, laxatives, cephalalgics, icterics, apophlegmatics, acoustics, as their several cases required; and, according as these medicines should operate, repeat, alter, or omit them, at the next meeting.”

This made me laugh. No doubt politicians are an odd breed and not much has changed over the centuries!

I hope your weekend gives you reason to be most ebullient!  Until next Friday then, here’s today’s Haiku…

annoying, no end,
the ebullient boasting
of a poor winner

~kat


The Narcissist

Day One of Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge. Today based on these lines:
“they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold:” —W. B. Yeats

A bit of research revealed that “ger-eagles” in Yeat’s day was a term used to describe vultures. It was also a term decades later attributed to Hitler’s Order of the German Eagle during WWII. The vulture theme certainly applies, which made me think of another type of vulture who preys on the weak in our times. Well, at least in my humble opinion, it seems to fit. History repeats itself.

The Narcissist

only a narcissist
tweets arrogant blurbs with his tiny fat fingers,
only a narcissist
rallies vile throngs, which are Yuge as he insists,
reeking of smut and glut while poverty lingers,
blaming all his ills on witch-hunting left wingers,
only a narcissist

-kat

A Rondolet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA.The refrain line should be half the number of syllables of the other lines.


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