Tides of life rise,
with aim to consume.
Stay afloat by ceaseless sculling—
and count self lucky—
from one day to the next.
Tides rise wildly
in the face of a leadership monopoly,
dark skies looming,
illuminated by bureaucratic lightning
and ominous claps of thunder—
a storm making violent the tide.
Swimming blindly,
no reset button in sight,
a cureless malady—
of corrupt statesmen—
with a Get Out of Jail Card-Free.
It’s about Monopoly with a Twist at dVerse!
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Sitting in front of her large PC monitor, she is bombarded with viral news—ranging from facts to the alleged. YouTube algorithms feed her digital broadcasts from the West, with content creators on both sides of the divide airing their views—Isaac and Ishmael; Donkey and Elephant; Bear and Trident. War, death, and oppression are the order of the day.
Her many clicks finally bring her home to reality—online echoes of weary youths raising their voices, expressing her homeland’s frustration with a political administration that cares little for its own. Leaders who line their pockets, fattened by greed, entangle themselves in meaningless scandals.
The viral online rant of a young citizen spreads like wildfire, igniting a movement— even the powers that be tried to silence it. The ongoing 30-Day Rant Challenge—watch, listen, and you will hear—there’s a lullaby for suffering.
Dear reader,
My apologies in advance if my piece carries too much of a political undertone. Today, I am participating in the dVerse challenge -Prosery, Leonard Cohen- while also taking part in an online protest here at home. So please bear with me!
Besides, you get to know a little about where I'm from... 😉
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Even the wild cannot escape
the controversy of complexion.
“Genetic mutation”—basis for
darkness marinated in feline fur.
Empirical reasoning—”melanism,”
yet beauty, demeaned by idealism.
Still, this knight—
of the darkest nights,
of majestic, melanated hue,
boasts its shifting shades—
blackish-brown, grey, and blue.
Thanking both platforms for the opportunity to express myself!
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The Window Washer
Who can judge?
Covetous deviant!
Or what other nature
takes on such a task?
Peering through open “frames,”
imagination—the superpower—
a transportation to alternate parlors,
for momentary encounters of what is not.
Still daydreaming,
yet hand in rotatory motion,
cleaning.
Covetous deviant? No!
For every day’s daydream,
the sacrifice—the more.
The higher the climb—
come what may the weather,
clinging to life ever tighter
so skylights may glimmer.
Covetous deviant? No!
Rather—
Superhuman undertone.
A shout out to all those in the window washing profession! IT IS HARD WORK!!!!❤️
This week’s Poetics @dVerse focuses on “the romance of open windows“- but not limiting our poetry to an interior to exterior perspective.
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Away sounds of distant thunder
sparks prayer for cool weather
for a moment humidity flees
silence is broken by rustling trees
sounds of night competing
as distant thunder abates the heat
coming dawn gazes upon the scene
coming unforgiving Sun-
not caring a hoot…
Sitting in my chair, the crack of distant thunder inspired this piece. I hope it does justice to this week’s Quadrille prompt on dVerse – Quadrille #219 – A Poetic Hootenanny
Join in and “give a hoot about the rules and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some semblance of the word hoot…“
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‘Came by way of a thief in the night
Said Ma’
Initially unwanted by
… Papa
Four months too soon
Preterm
Complication stirred up intercessions
… Please stay
Decades since, “Celebration” in my name
“FK” 😉
Festival King, FK for short, is obviously not my real name – BUT just so you know, my pseudo is coined from my first and last names … First name actually meaning “Celebration”:)
An old poem of mine gives insight into my Last name. Click the link if you’d like to read: OTARU
MTB: The Poetry of Names – Today’s MTB prompt on @dVerse has us writing a WaltMarie poetry style*:
And the theme of your poem should be
Consider/imagine how it was chosen, what has it meant to carry that name.
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Raped of essence, Gaya thinks:
life is an affliction!
homo sapien sedition,
greenhouse emission,
they ruin my flawless skin…
Take me back to Eden's wake,
time of the primordial soup
when all was new
and only felt was heaven's embrace
cradled by sun and moon's light
Skies filled with faraway stars once vivid
now blanketed by industry’s breath
the heavens polluted by technology
nothing is left undefiled
like a dog with fleas, I am sets unease
Overpopulating, they
consuming all in their wake
their parasitic resilience
unsusceptible to my defenses
all failed attempts to quash them
weaponizing my tears
my quaking body and seething pants
yet the malady unable to shake
beset, but corrected I stand
… man, not life is my only affliction
Worn, abused and tired am I
Awaiting what're be my end
by tormenters within
'else by heaven's kind hand
leading me back to Eden's wake
Inspired by the dVerse prompt: Metamorphosis of Sorts
“Mama, I have foot…”
Yes sweetie, two little ones,
speedily growing, swift in stride
carrying with them the giggling sound of your mischief,
the humorous expressions of your 2 year old wisdom.You move with them and I can scarcely keep up.
chase me! chase me! you say. “Now i’ll chase you…”
These sessions ending the same every time
I catching my breath while you yell “lets continue”Your quicksilver moves at the stores are a challenge
I watch you jet down the isle, a “catch me” said in your giggle
“If I catch you!…” my mind mutters in annoyance, and yet I do.
Into a shopping cart, sweeping you up… AND OFF WE GO!“Wear your socks baby”
“No Mama, I have foot”
Amazing! we came by each other only 2 years ago
yet today my quicksilver bears a silver tongueFoot or feet, mama gets the picture and respects your wish,
I’ll just wait till you lay fast asleep and later parcel them in wool
And for each night I do this, I’ll gaze upon your growing feet and say a prayer
… that they may grow to fit into shoes far better than my own.
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Today we’re looking at writing/creating a profile/portrait in our verse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O-WHevzCR8
I loved you then, I love you still my dear Father…
Reminiscing now the chill that day,
Perhaps only internal,
Did winds blow outside? I forget
Gun shots loud speak salutation to a Hearse,
Winter takes form and makes a place within the home,
Cold winds that did freeze and break the heart
Winter in my heart,
Winter to my touch as I bid farewell…
Drowning in ourselves, Success fattening our ego, Vanity- the unseen cloak,Clutched by Pride, Now "Self" calls to "Wisdom"- She echoes "Love thyself in infant steps"
Its about “The Sedoka” at the dVerse Poets (A poetic form native to Japan)… “Form for All: The Princess’ Poem to her Secret Love”
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Festival King 