U$ and Them

How ironic

in this land of the free

where,

‘All men are created equal,

that they endowed by their Creator

with certain unalienable Rights’

we now

have the best government

that money can buy

(not unlike like our health care system).

Free speech is purchased

with campaign contributions,

and corporations are people too.

We are One Nation under

Adelson, Simmons, Perry, Rowling, Koch, Katzenberg, Jacobs, Eychaner, Stryker and Mostyn     

with liberty and justice for

sale to the highest bidder.

Note: The following were the five largest doners to the 2008 US Presidential election, the first five donated to the Republicans and the next five donated to the Democrats:  Adelson, Simmons, Perry, Rowling, Koch, Katzenberg, Jacobs, Eychaner, Stryker, Mostyn         

Sources: Declaration of Independence, www.theblaze.com/stories/2012/10/19/meet-the-5-biggest-donors-to-the-obama-romney-campaigns/, Pledge of Allegience

Another Note:  This is why I don't normally do political commentary here.  I get so angry that I tend to be heavy handed and clumsy with my writing.  But, meh, one day out of 30.

And last but not least, this is linked to IGRT, NaPoWriMo and PAD.

Sunday

    Image: Dante and Chevy by Mary Bach

Clear Sunday light

filtered through grimy, weekday windows

wants for nothing.

Set down your cleaning rag;

see the cat,

be the cat

who sleeps in the sun.

This is for IGRT about Sundays.  It is also linked to PAD and NaPoWriMo.  

Mirror, Mirror

     Image from wiki free images by twistedsifter.com

When faced with a mirror

Do you like what it reflects?

What is your first reflex?

Do you act on it?

Do you stare

critically,

appreciatively,

Do you duck away?

Or do you jump right through,

à la Alice?

Upon reflection

does your reflection

reveal more than you like,

or less?

This is for Margaret at IGRT who asked us to write about mirrors.  It's also my #5 for PAD.

Note Worthy

I am selling my past

on ebay

to the highest bidder.

My son insists on calling it

de-cluttering.

He reminds me:

they’re only things.

Packed neatly in yesterday’s box

I find an old Hummel,

“für Mutter” for mother

along with a card

from my dad,

his penmanship was still perfect

when he wrote:

To Mary, for your first

Mother’s Day.

Love, Dad xoxo

I hand over the statue

and put the note in my desk.

This is for IGRT, where Shay has asked us to write, "a poem that includes a letter, or stamps, or a mailbox, or a mail person."  It's also posted at dVerse, where Claudia asks us to write about emotion without mentioning the emotion directly.   And finally, this is my #4 poem for PAD.  Click on the links and check them out! 

April

Lightning breaks the night

I hear the pieces crumble,

the first storm of spring

    Image: en.wikipedia.org

Just a quickie today.  I was helping my daughter move today, all day, in the rain.  Then tonight after a bath a ibuprophen, while racking my brains for something to write about inspiration strikes, in the form of lightening.

Too Tired to Punctuate

This morning

as usual

I stumbled

down the stairs

for coffee

like a heat-seeking missile

if heat-seeking missiles

were slow and wobbly

so not really

like a heat-seeking missile

at all

more like

a caffeine-seeking zombie

if zombies

sought caffeine

rather than brains

not yet fully conscious

not yet able to form

sensible metaphors or similes

it took until the seventh stair

the squeaky one

the one that should get the grease

but no that’s wheels

to register

that it didn’t matter

the squeak wouldn’t wake you

sleeping across town

in someone else’s bed


This is for day #2 of PAD (Poem a Day) or NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month).  

April - Poetry Month!

With Shakespeare's birthday in April (round about the 22nd) what better month to celebrate poetry?  As a part of that I am joining the brave (crazy) souls attempting to write a poem a day.  There are two sites in particular that are a great help.  The first is the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: IGRT and the other is Writer's Digest, Poem a Day: PAD.  Each site will have daily writing prompts and a place to link back to.  IGRT has a great group who are wonderful at reading and giving supportive comments too!  I'll be linking to one or both of these sites every day for the rest of the month.  So, with apologies to the Toads, here is my first poem about frogs and secrets for Mama Zen's request to write a poem in 37 words.


Would you know all my secrets?

Like a frog dissected;

pinned, slit, opened.

You probe

lungs, liver, spleen

leaving nothing unknown

nothing unseen.

And when you finish,

I am ruined

and you are repulsed

at the mess.

    Imge: www.reddit.com