His behavioral patterns, and hers, were entirely predictable during election season; but their public cheer was incongruous with his true intentions. She knew, oh so well, that he'd renege on his promises, including those to her... But he'd certainly give her the chop if she didn't play her part. Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt This piece… Continue reading If she didn’t play her part
A 'Marianne' poem Because Bill did not understand rings, Sue said, "Don't get one!" But he still did and... got conned. 'Twas gilded! Murisopsis’ Poetry Scavenger Hunt This ‘Marianne’ poem was written for Murisopsis’ Poetry Scavenger Hunt. Moonwashed Weekly Challenge Gilded
A 'golden shovel' poem Come elections, they fuss like babies on buses; Cajole their flocks: Let's turn back the clocks! Snobbishly focused solely 'pon their own jobs; Self-styled leaders smooch every small child; Scores of whores hired for unsavory chores; No lack of hacks begging: O, take me back! Lies, pleas, promises (worthless) issue forth… Continue reading Representation, or: In summation
It's natural for thinking people to doubt what politicians say; and, to an extent, I don't even blame them for lying and stretching the truth for votes because that is, sadly, how elections are won. The reality is simple: most people vote with their guts and don't follow politics closely. Our politicians know this well.… Continue reading Netanyahu’s blatant, cynical lies
A Senryū restraint never plays pretense potently persuades freedom|s naked lie Senryū? Senryū are similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 syllables. They tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature and are often cynical or darkly humorous, while haiku are more serious.
A "Waltz" poem Inspired by the iambic trimeter of 'My Papa’s Waltz' by Theodore Roethke I've Russian relatives who dance to Putin's hype, minds strained through grotesque sieves 'til nothing's left but tripe. The music they step to flows out through State channels; for them, his version's 'True' - straight from Kremlin annals. They're made… Continue reading To claim, or: Set afire
My wife's entire family lives in Russia, as do some of her friends and acquaintances. Also, she has friends and coworkers in Ukraine, which she travels to for work on a fairly regular basis. Today, I was speaking to her about a Russian woman we know who has been brainwashed by Putin's media machine for… Continue reading An insight into the Russian public
My 1st Tanaga Modestly, she's apt to blush, Flowering ~anxiously~ lush. Her flow rushes over me; I'm drowning in her story. My 2nd Tanaga Stuffed myself into a box; Lost the keys to all the locks; Cut two holes out for my eyes So I could see through the lies. Tanaga The Tanaga is an… Continue reading In her story, or: Through the lies
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