back to basics

 

My fellow Americans,

What is happening to our country?

We are ONE nation but some are trying to divide us!

Have we forgotten our pledge of allegiance to her?

America’s past isn’t perfect; let us learn from our mistakes.

America’s future is full of promise if we reach for her ideals;

If we preserve freedom’s principle to protect individual rights,

If we respect our Constitution and agree to live united under law.

Have we forgotten GOD who is the source of life, law, and justice?

Let us humble ourselves, give thanks for our blessings of opportunity,

and keep working together toward true liberty and justice for ALL!

 

1rwyie

 

 

apokoinou

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photo by lynn

 

summer’s wild rose shines

after a morning shower

raindrops kiss petals

 

 


Linking to new prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.  “Apokoinou” is a grammatical feature in which the middle phrase can complete the first thought and/or introduce the final idea.

reform us, Lord

 

where is the church

when racial injustice

perpetuates oppression?

if we are the body

we kneel in humility

to confess our own sins

where is the church

when families breakdown

because fathers are absent?

if we are the body

we live out God’s truth

and serve with his love

where is the church

when devastated mothers

regret aborting their children?

if we are the body

we share the powerful

hope of the Holy Spirit

where is the church

when mentally ill people

live on the streets?

if we are the body,

we will follow Jesus in

redeeming the world !

 

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pallisades

 

Country roads beckon on sunny Sunday afternoon. Put on farm cap and sunglasses, grab water bottle and hop into open jeep, painted red for fun. The warm sun smiles down on husband and wife as we bounce along past scenes of cud-chewing cows and cornfields.

Congenial conversation shortens our trek to a state park. We park jeep to hike trail which meanders along rock cliffs, laughing waterfalls, and the deep-pooled river. Walk up sweet sweat. Admire wildflowers, glimpse elusive deer, and discover a painted turtle.

We pause next to low stone dam where bullheads mingle towards evening. Hear gentle sound of water spilling over, see sunlight filter through trees to sparkle on river’s surface, and soak in this one shining moment, hand in hand.

 

leafy glade’s green growth—
natural sabbatical
under God’s heaven

 


Join Lillian at dVerse poetics for a traditional haibun/haiku challenge!

sudden dread

 

carrion crow’s flight

wings chop air with whirring sound

caw cacophony

 

swoop down to murder

sharp beaks jab at feast and mates

fight over road kill

 

 

 


I added a second haiku to join dVerse poets as we revisit “imagism”; MTB (meeting the bar) challenge hosted by Frank J. Tassone…check it out!

 

 

melanin myopia

We must remember we are all members of one race…the human race!

riot-ous indig-nation

twenty-twenty’s canceled year
contagious virus threatens death
people hiding at home in fear

victim fights for final breath
under law officer’s cruel knee
“racism!” claimed as shibboleth

martyr suspect held up to be
reason for more murder and mayhem
lady justice still cries to be free

every violence we must condemn
learn to listen before we speak
protect dignity of all shades of men

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Frank challenges us to write verse in triplets (tercets) at dVerse today. I used ABA BCB CDC rhyme scheme for my current events poem. Pray for America!

slippery slope of violence

we have lived privileged

denied generational racism:
promoting eugenic abortions
in minority neighborhoods
and government dependency
programs that undermine
fatherhood, family, and
educational choice.

years of anger over injustice,
fear of pandemic isolation are
fuel; police brutality the spark
for radicals like antifa to…

“Cry havoc and let slip the gods of war.”

(quote by Marc Anthony in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar)


A quadrille for dVerse poets where Linda challenges us to write on this quote.

improvisation

Another paint chip poetry challenge from Linda Kruschke at “Another Fearless Year”


 

jazz player works
as server in clatter
of greek restaurant;
smells of saffron and
grease, noisy demands
feel like a black hole
he got sucked into. it’s

not his dream job but
his lion heart, inspired
by ivory-petaled songs
of spring snowdrops,
composes after hours
a new saxophone solo
to make his spirit rock.

 

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first crunch of season

 

garden fresh radish

red skin sur-ROUNDs crisp white flesh

top, wash, rub in salt

 

radishes

Ohio State Fair 

primary matrix

Mondrian

Piet Mondrian: Broadway Boogie Woogie

 

Take me back to Broadway at night! Let’s experience the electric excitement in street lights’ shine, neon signs blinking, billboards’ glare, and stream of traffic headlights or taillights in opposite lanes. Life in Denver drives on pulsating grid.

White delivery trucks, yellow taxis, blue mustangs and red VW bugs follow the streets, avenues, and boulevards of my childhood and adolescence. Dibs on the back seat of school bus! An urgent siren sends all traffic curbside to let a flashing emergency vehicle past.

Be ready with horn or brakes and quick maneuvers. Circle carefully around bustling parking lots. Wait your turn at busy car wash or fast food drive-up window. Go slow through used car lot…lit by aliens? No, it’s a police helicopter checking back alleys.

 

girl’s eyes reflect lights
cruise city on summer night
buzzy as beehive

 

 


Kim hosts haibuns and invites us to “meet Piet” on “Broadway” at dVerse Poets pub.

 

relations

 

social distancing

take care not to get too close

might find we need us

why do we make it so hard?

always wanting something more

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