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
(Photo: Liam Edwards on Unsplash)
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
Photo: Maria Teneva on Unsplash
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
Photo: Markus Spiske on Unsplash
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
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No humdrum moment.
No silent pause
Or rest.
The tempo of the chanting
Rises
As crowds flow
And crest.
They march to call
The winds
Of change
To come,
And heed the soul
As hearts’ pain
Hums
And drums
The need for
Better times.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: drum
Photo: Patrick Smith on Unsplash
He claims crises are never his doing.
He says none of what’s broken
Can be.
Not the harm.
Not the scams.
Not the spread of corruption,
Or growing alarm.
It is all others’
Fault.
Everyone else
Is bad.
If there’s pain
It’s the doing of fools
Who complain
And fake hardships besides.
Obdurate,
He mocks all
Who point out
Lies he told.
To him every word
From his mouth
Is pure gold.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Obdurate in 72 words
Photo: Rene Bernal on Unsplash
We are,
All the colors
Of this earth,
Broken into
Pieces of
Humanity and
Mixed together
To make into
A kaleidoscope
Of hope.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Kaleidoscope in 23 words
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Enslaved persons cutting sugar cane on the Island of Antigua, 1823, (The British Library)
She fed them well so
They would
Sleep,
And silently
She gave the slip,
To all she knew
Yet did not sweep
Away the bite
Of whip.
She fled,
So the child in
Her belly’s keep,
Would not writhe, helpless,
In another person’s
Grip.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: slip
(Note: Dedicated to all who suffered and still suffer under the yoke of injustice, discrimination, racism, and pretense. We can do better than this. We must do better than this.)
Photo: Valario Davis on Unsplash
“So how do you,” he asked,
“Know good
From bad?”
“By the heart,” she replied.
“By the actions that
Build
And prop up,
And the words that
Support
And patch the
Cracked places
Inside broken parts.”
“And how,” he pressed,
“Do you know what
Just needs
Giving up?”
“By the soul,”
She patted the warm place
On her lap.
“For breath
Matters,
And hope
Matters,
And kindness
Is superior to any
Pass-by-night
Emperors
Full of promises
Of might,
Touted
For our good
But seeped in
Falsehood meant
To bring on
Plight.”
He shuddered
And she stroked his wet cheek
And held a cool
Palm to his brow.
“Now sleep,
And let spirits
Of light,
Hold back the bad
And
Fill your cup
With good
Till the world grows
Up.”
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