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!

politics

 

why do we find it our forte to fight?

why so obsessed to prove we are right?

an ancient blame game that began in the garden

who knew how bad seed of sin’s fruit would harden?!

 

 

 

 

 

red hatter

 

yes, growing older
but not “elderly” yet
in fact, feeling bolder
with new friends i’ve metIMG_5831

make statement of fashion
wearing purple and red
deep colors of passion
circle hats upon heads

fun club for ten lassies
monthly travels around
visit places quite classy
while laughter abounds

we live and we learn
shop & dine as an art
the education we earn
keeps brain cells smart

if you see us round town
please give us a smile
we’re the happy red hatters
“live-out-loud” is our style!

 

 


Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Sarah hosts “seeing red” poetry prompt!

look up in pandemic

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such times of great loss can open our eyes

to see truth more clearly and recognize lies

will you find any comfort in political ties?

 

a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19

streets almost empty, few people are seen

how can we possibly wash our hands clean?

 

ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune

whoever thought they would die so soon?

“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”

 

in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines

to show us the path in these difficult times:

“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”

 

will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray

asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?

may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.

 

 


Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote:  “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide. 

Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

paint chip poetry

 

what the world needs?
ask any child and they’ll say:
swimming pool in my backyard
or smiling dandelion bouquet!

turn world into arboretum
smell the wonderful wisteria
pass around free cotton candy
play in full moon lit mysteria

please rub on that gold genie lamp
and send us all to summer camp!

 

 


Linking to Linda’s paint chip poetry prompt here…

 

 

soliloquy

 

my uncertainty

“so-lill-oh-qwee”

has a solo feel

vulnerably real…

if i publish a book

will anyone look?

read my haiku and

sneeze, hah-choo!

it would be a gift

i think, to kids and

grandkids  <wink>

or just for myself

to set on a shelf?

oh my, i sigh at the

cost, the expense

of time and money

task seems immense

my words must play

will write blog today

 

 


Talking to myself and linking to dVerse Poets where Frank suggests we write a soliloquy…

tasteful gift

 

what’s in this package? why do you ask me?
i can’t give it away ’til you open and see!
it’s something you’ll like, a favorite sweet
the taste of summer in this fair-time treat
so push, pull or twist it until you are daffy
jaw-open surprise…chewy salt-water _ _ _ _ _!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


A riddle rhyme in the Swedish gift-giving tradition for Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse!

kafka for kids?

“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923. Link to dVerse poetics hosted by Amaya this week.

Beware the yellow school bus
with cheery windows bright
it threatens to take all of us
and re-educate us right!

Leave your mama & your papa
watch your family disappear
bureaucracy will dictate how
we spend each school year

Bullies learn from Darwin
it’s survival of the fittest
teachers hear from Kinsey
pedophiles are hippest

Identity is how you feel
(forget biology)
kick God out, he isn’t real
(fascist philosophy)

Unicorns and mermaids
rewrite history after all
fluff mis-education may
result in Humpty’s fall

Everyone’s a victim
disenchantment is the rule
let’s politicize the system
then send adults to school!

 

 

Egg GIF by Chris Timmons - Find & Share on GIPHY

mine walks fine line

in
sanity’s measured continuum
continue to march to drum
did you know alpacas hum?
so
hum to yourself like alpacas doIMG_1603
they won’t bite, but will you?
if howl growl, put me in “zoo”
to
write bright fantastical poetry
under plastical poet’s tree, see?
inflated palm lights-up for free
on
this blog written by “mad hatter”
a pinch of craziness won’t matter
just stir into my pancake batter
as
flapjacks flip, overturn life’s game
healthy dis-ease is recovery’s aim
let go of stigma and false shame!

(give freudian therapy all the blame)

 

 

 


Poeming with Laura at dVerse about mental health. I admire my family members who’ve lived bravely through mental illness to recovery. NAMI is a national organization in the U.S.that offers resources and support!

purple-urple

Mish at dVerse Poetics inspires us with the lovely art of Beverly Dyer…and today I did paint one wall of our living room “purple suede”!


 

paint a purple wall
pluck a purple plume
pick a purple wildflower
play a purple tune

write a purple poem
wear a purple dress
climb a purple mountain
make a purple mess

eat a purple plum
fly a purple kite
plant a purple garden
dream a purple night

tired of my purple riot?
let’s do violet!

 

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Purple Wildflower by Beverly Dyer

smoke & mirror

 

mirror, mirror, on the wall
could make fools of us all

walking past, we catch a glance
practice pomp and circumstance

if glass surface’s too reflective
naked soul knows we’re defective

we see ourselves, then look away
don’t focus on our faults today

mirror fogs with each warm breath
face clear truth before cold death

scripture’s gracious mirror heed
words of life are what we need

be not afraid to look in mirror
for hellish smoke is to be feared

 


Joining Amaya at dVerse poetics for a “smoke & mirrors” prompt.

price paid for paradise

 

A man is wed to land as dear as wife
and for his farm he‘ll gladly sacrifice
what is his livelihood becomes his life
such dedication keeps away most vice
invested time gives meaning in the strife
as he creates his own small paradise

reflection of first garden paradise
tilling the land together, man and wife
completely innocent of hate or strife
man gladly gave his rib, small sacrifice
but snake twisted the truth of God’s advice
eating forbidden fruit embittered life

to work in sweat would be man’s lot in life
rebellion led them out of paradise
their eyes opened to every evil vice
still-birth of sin brought pain to Adam’s wife
to cover shame requires blood sacrifice
our fall brought all creation death and strife

seeds of weed, thistle, and thorn now rife
disease and aging process shortens life
to bear children demands self-sacrifice
we cannot find way back to paradise
now shame’s dark secrets divide man and wife
our world is broken by our greed and vice

the Enemy holds captives in sin’s vise
conquers the world with anger, fear, and strife
cools the love between each man and wife
our stubborn pride leads miserable life
the only way to restore paradise
would be a perfect human sacrifice

God’s Son offered himself as sacrifice
divine and human free of any vice
for Christ alone can restore paradise
and put an end to all our sin and strife
if choose to follow him, we find true life
he loves the church as his own precious wife

to work the land ‘mid sacrifice and strife
farmer’s advice says his is still best life
earth’s paradise shared with beloved wife

 


This sestina surprised me by turning theological…I think it was the repeating/rhyming word choices I made that lent itself to themes of creation/fall/redemption/restoration. A sestina has six stanzas of six lines followed by a 3-line envoi each with a complicated pattern of final words repeated. This challenging form is described in detail by our host Victoria at d’Verse Poets.

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