Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

wishful thinking

properly mad

the top spins a tall tale

of a glittering lad

too great to fail

 

but great can be bad

and fake glitter corrodes

so properly mad

the foundation implodes

 

properly mad

the broken top tries to spin

but it wobbles and falls (SAD)  

and finally We the People win      

 

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Thanks to FOWC for this chance to vent some wishful thinking in awkward verse.

To all participating in NO KINGS tomorrow, thank you and take care!

 

 

 

Flash Fiction, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Feeding the Resistance: One Bunny at a Time

Why so glum?

Well … March came in like a lion, and it looks like it’s going out that way as well, not an effing lamb in sight; plus everything is so egregiously awful, how can you NOT be glum?

I just think about the Easter Bunny.  

For crying out loud, you’re a full-grown person!

Which is why I’m focusing on the Bunny, because, as Cormac McCarthy said “…you fix what you can fix, and you let the rest go,” and for me, snapping the head off a solid-chocolate bunny sounds like the perfect way to let go while plotting the revolution.

Aaah … Vive la revolution and the Bunny!

 

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It’s been awhile since I’ve written so thanks to the following for my inspiration. 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

is it the end or the beginning: it’s all about perspective

blown by a fierce wind

the wishes ascend and dance

a stalk left bereft

excluded and withering 

as new golden life springs forth  

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 Thanks to the following for the inspiration: 

 

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

fun with words

waiting for my slot

a couplet comes to my mind

but the muse absconds

as the words vex and annoy

slot will not rhyme with Godot

 

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Just a bit of fun with words today. Thanks to FOWC (SLOT) and RDP (ANNOY). 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

a memory lost

rummage in the nooks

a life built on faulty ground

a memory lost

two buried in a cranny

the mist becomes a refuge 

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Here I am–being melancholy again! Still thinking about time passing and aging and all that. Anyway, thanks to RDP (CRANNY) and FOWC (BUILT) for the the inspiration