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Where is the debate avoider
Controlling decider
Heavily armed, obscuring the truth
The invading, occupying force
Following orders that arrive
Trickling down from a wizard figure
Floating out of sight in a balloon
On a vector tangential to reality
Swirling in a vortex of candy coated spin?
The government is flying high on a cloud of delusion
Today’s prompt is to use kenning, a kind of riddle from Norse poetry. Since the elections are upon us during #NaPoWriMo I was inspired to write about the government. Join poets around the world this month reading and writing poetry.
Set your own priorities with no regard for reality or truth
Walk backwards into situations, the blind back of your head leading
Make sure you ignore the voices pleading, the garden in need of weeding
Blame poorly informed decisions and disruptive behaviors on the youth
Take no responsibility for the results of your actions, causes or effects
Turn your face in both directions speaking platitudes while thinking even worse
Ethical boundaries destroyed and forgotten by superstitious unconscious curse
Thoughts drift in the back door of imaginary enemies and fraudulent respects
Join the poetry fiesta all month in April at #NaPoWriMo . Submit your own poems and read the work of other poets.
The player piano gave everyone an entertaining head start on talent and poise
Peddling the notes through the coded chads any pianist could master the score
Paper teleprompter on the rolls fed the lyrics to the sing along crowd that enjoys
Cocktails, 50’s style appetizers on toothpicks, formally dressed couples took the floor
Party people full of stories, laughing hard at my father’s jokes while my mother annoys
The intellectual, conversational, suburban, name dropping group always trying to score
Her lack of guile and singular style in party planning and in life, showed her taste
Find new poetry to enjoy this month at #NaPoWriMo. Contribute to the 30 days of writing your own to find the poet in you.
Stretching out the vocabulary in search of catchy rich phrases to use as bait
To entice the dear reader to click onward with interest and intellectual curiosity
Words that sound funny when spoken are at the top of my title writing lists
These are followed by ironic twists and puns on popular trending events of the day
Alliteration is always appreciated as it is displayed across the stream of options
Decide to read or not to read, the precious investment of attention and time is given
To the words that signal a meaningful moment, a change of perspective, perhaps new ideas
Find poets to follow at #NaPoWriMo in April. Submit poems of your own and experience to joy of writing poetry.
Cucumbers enter the world with special qualties of crunch and quench
Yearning to find the dill, the garlic, and the fancy spices that make them sing
Zesty ballads of pickled adventure, hot, acidic, wild, delivering the punch
Choruses of colorful relishes add new dimentions to dishes on the table
Focus on fine results, packing spears with pickling ingedients full of zing
Salty to the perfect degree, seasoned on purpose, dry chile in each jar
Time spent alone blending harmony of flavors makes pickles the star of lunch
Savor the work of poets from around the world this April. Submit your own poem or find new poets at #NaPoWriMo.
Spring gives us a bounty of berries, bringing a tingle to the tongue
The prescious and fragile dainty fruit goes into a box to travel wide
Ending up in mermaid bars, casinos, hippie vegan food truck rallies
Strawberry creations echo nostalgia, new sensations for the young
Shortcake, ice cream, blintzes, and cobbler are sources of culinary pride
To reign as queen of the spring time desserts classic pastry is required
Butter and flour become pie crust, vessel of perfect hills and valleys
To hold the ruby colored flavor gem delight in a sweet bed of elegance
Enjoy April by savoring some of the poems at #NaPoWriMo. Find new poets and new meaning in writing poetry.
Return the wagon to the stable, sitting still while the wheels look like speed
Red paint and chrome polish reveal a strong need to be admired in the crowd
Having taken up the badge of a hero, our tasks must constantly offer risk
To quiet the spectators, sharpen the sword, and to make the unconscious heed
A supercilious voice shrill, screeching, full of bold preaching, for crying out loud
Beneath the shelter of oblivious patrons of civil duty and artful tax evading dodge
The storm is brewing at the core of the society, hail falls steadily, wind is brisk
Tightrope strung in the path of a tornado, stars stream backdrop, time forgot
Today I took the prompt to write a san san, a form from Chinese involving an intricate pattern. Find your place in a world of poets during April. #NaPoWriMo is the place to look or submit your own work.
Executioner extraordinaire sailed to London from France
Her majesty was exposed to pomp and plenty of circumstance
Her death in public left politicians in peril, scattering like rats
Church tangled in the state’s affairs, power heading for collapse
Royal beheading, betrayal of honor, settled firmly with one glance
Call the servants to dress and groom the prisioner queen
Her ghostly praying is spooky, mumbled beneath this final scene
Gallows crowds fill the center courtyard to witness a royal flush
As her face is placed on the block the people respond with a hush
Followed quickly by gasping horror, then silence, cold and mean
April is #NaPoWriMo, a time to write poetry. This prompt for a limerick of a dark and scary nature took me by surprise. I am sure it is my first limerick but will probably not be the last.
The alchemist left a pile of books on the table with hints
About the kind of recipe we would need to visualize
To be kind in sacred places, such as heaven with Betsy
It turned out to be a very funky project for our powerful group
We concluded that our common mind was unconquerable
The prompt for yesterday’s #NaPoWriMo poem was to create poetry using spines of books. After seeing some very good ones by my fellow poets I had to attempt one myself.