Festinate Hope

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May justice make haste

To reclaim what once graced

But has since been debased

By a swamp that laid waste

And all ethics replaced.

May the truth festinate

Removal of greed and hate

To restore facts misplaced

By those who greatness erased.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 22, 2018:

Festinate

This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”

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Make Gravity Weep

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Hold on to your hat

And the change in your pockets

They upended this house

From drawers to sockets.

You will see chairs on ceilings

Light fixtures on floors

Every room, nook, and cranny

Odder than one before.

Floating car in garage

Beds that won’t let you sleep

Basement’s legs in the sky

Will make gravity weep.

So come right on in

Come sideways and down

This whole silly house

Is a merry go clown.

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

 

For Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

 

A Basalt Creek After The Rain

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

A basalt creek after the rain

Where mountains spewed onto the plain

Cold lava rock there still remains

The base for what’ll grow again.

 

For Six Word Saturday

 

Apparatchik Acolyte

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Spine; Gray Henry 1918

 

Beware of being blinded

By the application

Of flattery

(Or use of abuse)

To gain influence

For harm.

For if you do turn into

A servile acolyte

There is no end

To the baser motives

That you, too, will

Become.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 21, 2018:

Acolyte

This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”

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Dolphin Travel

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

It is what you call home

Even as you go places

A way to settle in

Anywhere

In small spaces.

Come along

For the ride

Dolphin will be your

Guide.

 

 

For Wits End Photo Challenge: Transportation

 

Path Advice

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

In the deserts of life

When it seems that oases you’ve taken for granted

Have forgotten

Marked paths,

Don’t ignore painted signs

Of the flags of times past.

The direction you take may determine

If your very next steps

Lead to hope

Or end up being

Your last.

 

For Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge

 

Up Swing

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Image credit Gamze Bozkaya via Unsplash

 

“Hang on tight!” Mermee called

And she launched

Wings unfold

O’er fields

Mountains old.

And below her

I swung

My heart in my throat

Rung

As below me unfolded

Hope and fear, life remolded.

Till claws

Let go

And I fell.

Morning broke

My dream’s spell.

 

 

For The MMLM Photo Challenge

 

A Global Warning

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

They said it would get warm, but they didn’t say how quickly or how relentlessly. He thought it would take decades.

He was wrong.

Trees still foliaged but most other plants withered. Same for people.

It killed the young, old, weak, and callous. The talking heads had babbled about it before TV stopped. They couldn’t justify cooling the studios when the grid struggled to air-condition hospitals. Not that the latter did much good.

He sighed and retreated from the window. Ignored his daughter’s empty bed. They were warned. By the time they deigned to listen, it was already too late.

 

 

For the Friday Fictioneers Challenge