Category: Free verse
Honoring the Mighty Maxim
Lead by example. Stand up to bullies. Give love to hate. Speak truth to power. I consider maxims like these to be simple truths. I hope these truths can provide a moral compass to guide us through harrowed times. Yet I know that time rolls on and truth seems to be a matter of perspective. ____________________________________________________…
Center Shift Tricolon
The center has shifted. Many souls are annoyed. Life will continue to flow. _________________________________________________ My post for day #10 of #NaBloPoMo. Not great. Too late. Canned steak. #tricolon or #badpoetry & #ArtRage. Yes, I’m tired.
Exercise Your Privilege, People
I voted. Have you? Your choices may not be the same as mine, and that is okay. ______ Today is Election Day in the United States. I created this image for a post I made during the 2014 election cycle. See: Voter Lookup: I voted. Now, go cast your vote.
The Mermaid’s Deluge
Each election season, the sirens call for followers. Singing melodies to pluck the voters’ heartstrings and strum out anger over the other candidate’s positions. Often out of tune, the dissonance increases. Yet promoters continue to send wave after wave of distortion, saturating the airwaves until election day. Leaving mermaids to drown in the deluge. ____…
Siren Says Swim
‘There once was a siren at sea Who said, ‘I doth call out to thee Drawing you from the shore Just for my fins to adore Only for us to swim in fish pee I wrote this limerick today after watching the movie “Jaws” and considering the word prompt, “Relish,” from The Daily Post. I doodled…
Show me. You could tell me, but I need proof. Seriously. Put it right in front of my face. I believe you. But I want to see it. Now. Not tomorrow. Here and now. Proof. Thanks. Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo. P.S. The brief post above was typed in 60 seconds using oneword™, a website designed to…
Time wraps around my wrist with steps and other activity stats crouched nearby. I feel their stares. I hear their notifications. I watch their progress. They track my time, pulse, hydration, and efforts to escape exercise. I am about to fall asleep and rest assured my sleep will be monitored too. I have been cuffed. —…
One day in November, she picked up where she left off. Offline for too long, she steps on board for #NaBloPoMo again. A gain for the month of November, she plans to share short stories. Stories of love, life, and liberty. ________ Tuesday, November 1, 2016. I wrote my first lines for the first day…
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