politics

speak in symbols and substance

appointed judge washes
hands of culpability
in condemning innocent

man… more than a man?
what is truth, anyway?

truth about power
is it corrupts the one
who would wield it

but condemned man
tells official he has
no authority over him

except what was
given intentionally
and temporarily

in fickleness of the mob
witness ultimate hate crime

king of the jews
betrayed by his own people
executed by gentiles

royal treatment for royalty?

how injustice of humanity
will serve the justice of God!

doggone

at the museum in
murdo, south dakota
(around the corner from
a life-size jar jar binks)

stands antique treadmill
not for human exercise
but built in miniature for
dog trained on laundry

duty to run the wheel
tied to belt on agitator
of old washing machine
just like grandma used—

funny how that memory
was jogged, grandma’s
story of how the family
dog would often hide

on monday mornings.

photo by lynn


Linking to De’s “laundry” prompt at dVerse Poets

drawing water

Father, again I THIRST for you
like the psalmist, deer on the run
who panted for streams of water
like the woman at the well, dried
up, life poured out and wasted.

Jesus, you offer living water
abundant and refreshing, pure
well-spring of new LIFE within;
fill me up and wash over me
with your actively loving Holy

Spirit; fill to overflowing that I
may spill on others; I lift empty
CUP to you for my daily drink
where you lead me beside such
crystal clear and quiet waters.

You are one, true living God,
fountain of life; my only source
of soulful, deep, abiding JOY in
your presence today, tomorrow;
like a river eternal forevermore!

heart issue

Violence does not begin with guns; it begins with hate and anger.


After posting, I read this and want to share it:

https://examplewordpresscom62751.wordpress.com/2021/03/15/the-good-the-bad-and-the-usually-hidden/ 

 

waited long enough

know

you love her

we’ve seen you

two together

inseparable separates

two halves of a whole

why how act shy now?

be direct already

isn’t it time to put a ring on it?

can guess she thinks yes

go ahead

tie that gnarly knot!

love knot by Sara Verdier


Linking to quadrille prompt at dVerse where Mish has chosen the word “knot”….

purposeful patterns

This being human is
a complicated 10,000
piece jigsaw puzzle
without the box lid.
(i think God keeps
everybody’s box lid,
with their name on it)

A uniquely beautiful
mosaic of color and
movement arranged
in confusing circular
shape (no straight
edges for rounded
personal puzzle).

At times, we feel
urgent motivation
to build our life; at
other times, weary
of the effort, we
pause our puzzling
to get a drink or
take needed nap.

We may beg God
to show us the
picture on box lid
but he just smiles
mysteriously and
finds the next piece
we were looking for,
which fits exactly.

When our puzzle
is finally finished,
love’s glue holds
pieces permanently
together and our
completed puzzles
hang side-by-side
on God’s gallery wall.


Kim challenges us at dVerse poets pub to write a metaphor beginning with, “This being human is…”

an open letter

Dear America,

You’re beyond blessed… land of free
home of brave, amazing experiment in liberty
declare all men created equal under constitutional law
protect our individual rights to live as we believe (or not)

Prosperity and propaganda spoil our posterity
too easily offended, we cannot stomach free speech
whiners win, embrace victimhood and accentuate racism
riots stoked by radicals on both marxist left/anarchist right

Our family foundation fractures as men refuse to
behave like men, women choose not to be womanly,
vulnerable children are aborted, abused, abandoned
all sexual objectification is slavery, not empowerment

Devoid of civic duty, common sense or decency,
how long til woke culture truly awakens to let truth of
biological, sociological, logical facts inform feelings?

Will our society dismantle itself, brick by brick?
or can we re-imagine real ideals of american dream?
will we re-unite as one privileged and humbled nation
of natives, immigrants, and refugees under God?

Sincerely,
Citizen Hope

fierce wind

March lioness snowstorm

cattle huddle in corners

lone crow’s rebel caw

plastered ghost tree sentinels

wait stoically for spring thaw

jet setter

the Common Swift is

uncommonly swift &

flies at amazing speeds

higher than high in

azure atmosphere

nary a nap ever needs

from Scandinavia to

to the sub-Sahara,

migrating as it feeds

stays in the air

with nary a care

pausing only to breed.

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image by Carl Bovis, courtesy of Sarah at dVerse poets pub

https://www.audubon.org/news/the-common-swift-new-record-holder-longest-uninterrupted-flight

zansetsu haiku

wet birth of fresh calf

sanctifies muddy season

remaining snow melts

“Zansetsu” is a Japanese kigo that means “remaining snow”… from Frank J. Tassone’s recent prompt at American Hajjin

ralph’s legacy

Like kids acting
like a crowd of kids
got small fire all right,
again that strange mood
of speculation so foreign;
when lit from above or
below–what was a face?

Inarticulate in effort
to express mankind’s
essential illness, living
through circumstances
in which incantation
was powerless to help.

Ground was turned over
near the pig-run and
droppings that steamed
(bent down as if loved them
and sized them up… )
at last, gave up and

Looked back; saw the
white teeth and dim eyes,
the blood—and gaze held by
ancient, inescapable recognition
softly surrounded by a fringe
of inquisitive creatures beneath
the steadfast constellations.

Semicircle of little boys,
bodies streaked with colored clay,
sharp sticks in hands, standing
on beach making no noise at all,
and in the middle, (he) wept
for the end of innocence, the
darkness of man’s heart, and the fall.

 


A “found poem” constructed entirely of quotes from William Golding’s classic, Lord of the Flies.  A prompt I discovered on Tweetspeak Poetry’s lovely site…I receive a daily poem from them.

power struggle

Link to dVerse Poets where Lisa is hosting…I chose challenge #3 to write a poem using the word “fringe” as my first thought was of the biblical narrative.


on the FRINGE of society

(and personal sanity)

no one hears her/their/our

silent scream in isolation

feeling outcast, unclean,

misunderstood, forgotten.

disappointed by hope of

promised treatments that

didn’t provide any solutions

(no permanent heart change)

no turnaround in health issues

of bad blood, life leaking away

UNTIL…

we reach out in bold faith to

seek the impossible miracle

and touch the fringe of HIS

robe to find life energy flow

in wave of wholistic healing—

will we dare answer question:

“WHO touched me?!”

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