Tested

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Perhaps they did not know when it would come, or what it would require to what end. But they had to know they’d face the crucible that will reveal a moral fiber, if they had one.

They’d have to choose then: good or bad, peace or harm, truth or falsehood.

It would appear an easy choice, to go for better judgment. And yet they had so tangled themselves in the net of lies, that extrication meant losses they weren’t quite prepared to reap. Not when they hoped for revenue from crouching behind flags of insurrection.

They capitulated.

Dark history, revisited.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Crucible in 100 words

 

 

Waiting

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(Photo: Martha Dominguez de Gouveia on Unsplash)

 

He drooped as hours

Lingered

Without any

News.

He tried to read but

Worry clogged his

Views.

He paced awhile but

Found his feet too heavy

As his hope grew

Weak.

The moments stretched

Their languid

Endless

Streak.

“It’s done,”

A soft voice filtered

To him

Through the mist.

“She’s resting comfortably.

So is your newborn son.”

 

 

 

For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Languid in 57 words

 

Not Long Now

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He failed but would not let it go.

He would not let things rest.

He has to prod and press and woe

In niggling senseless tests.

 

He cannot accept evidence.

He contradicts all fact.

His weakness grows in petulance

Yet haggle seems he must.

 

A pity he’s so insecure.

His desperate noisome pouts.

Yet reason in most still endures

And his time will soon run out.

 

 

For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Niggle in 66 words

 

Windmills

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So he shouts

At the wind

For blowing

To where he did not

Want it,

And demands

Others swear

There’s no wind

Because he’s so

Quixotic.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic in 26 words

 

False Freedom

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“We believe in freedom,” they proclaimed,

“So of course you’re free to choose!”

Then they added

As her lips began to show

Relief,

“Just as long as what you choose

Is what we say you must

Believe.”

“For after all,” they stressed

When she blinked at

The paradox,

“We cannot have you

Infringing on our freedom,

When it is

Your body for us to be free

To make the choices

For.”

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Paradox in 71 words

 

A Constant Tangle

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He believed all fair

In fight

Or wrangle,

Even if it left his life

A constant

Tangle.

For the mere thought of loss

Any would

Dangle,

Had him target max

Potential

To mangle.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Wrangle in 33 words

 

His Insatiable Need

Dictator-

 

He is known for his insatiable

Need

For drama.

Histrionics

Are his drug.

He requires frequent dosing

Of idolizing

Chants by crowds.

He does not believe in

Science

Or in reason

Or in truth,

Which to him detract from

The ardent fervor

He craves as complete

Fealty

Proof.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Histrionics in 48 words

 

In Opposition

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They stood in opposition to

Those infatuated

By the asinine,

Those energized by contempt,

Reveling in hate.

They stood in opposition to

The denial of reality

And the dismissal of

Fact

And science

And pain

And death.

They cast ballots in opposition to

Ineptitude upheld as

Strength,

And insults as

Saving face.

They linked

Metaphorical arms

In solidarity with

Truth

And hope

In possibility of

Reclaiming faith.

To show their children

That voice

Helps.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Asinine in 74 words

 

 

Cavalier

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He thinks himself a cavalier:

Aristocratic,

Well revered.

In fact he is

Just cavalier:

Disdainful

Petty

Quick to smear.

 

He thinks himself

A cavalier:

A man whose word all

Must adhere.

In truth he is

Just cavalier:

Dismissive

Hurtful

Full of sneer.

 

He thinks himself

A cavalier:

Someone for everyone

To cheer.

Yet he is

A racketeer,

And they want him

Out of here.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Cavalier in 64 words

 

 

Not You. Not Here.

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You are not welcome.

Here.

Or anyplace that we hold

Dear.

You are unwelcome

Here.

Because you lack

The right color

Or veneer

Or gender

Or conviction,

And because you have far too much

Proclivity toward

Fear.

You are not welcome.

Here.

Though if you come,

Subservient,

Kowtowing

To us

Year by lingering

Year,

We might allow you

To remain

As long as you

Humbly

Adhere,

To our need to aggrandize

Our wrongs,

And as long as you

Declare you will

Never rise

Above a state that

Holds us as

Premier.

 

 

Note: Dedicated to all who fight ingrained injustice, racism, hate, brutality, and the historical realities of too many who bolster themselves by believing they are somehow ‘premier.’ For the record, there is nothing ‘supreme’ about anyone who claims ‘supremacy.’ There never was.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Unwelcome in 91 words