Showing posts with label america. Show all posts
Showing posts with label america. Show all posts

Monday

No truth in the booth




When it comes to directives, maybe it’s more about perspectives.

No truth in the booth
An acrostic selection on the pending election

Conflict and chaos send voters awhirl,
As contrary claims are debunked, truth grows muddled.
No ballots are counted, but we’ve come hinged.
Don’t we know better by now?
It’s clear the world’s gone topsy-turvy.
Debaters dig deep for dirt, and vice-versa.
Ask anybody. Even the future’s door is turned upside down.
Time for a reset. We’re not gonna find a Savior on the ballot.
Everything changes when we realize this isn’t really our home.
Suppose we remember the Lord isn’t running for President.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson


This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about some change in your life which came about because you opened a door. (29)
31 Writing Prompts: If you could go one place in the world, where would it be? (29)
OctPoWriMo: - “upside down” – with “topsy-turvy,” “vice versa,” “contrary,” “unhinged,” and “muddled” – ACROSTIC POEM (29)

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Tuesday

Split ticket




When pending polls poke homestead holes.

Split ticket
A trolaan whit on partisan split

Mere sense has flown. My nerves are numb.
My wits, they need repairs.
Mistaken missives, how they come
Mailed from someone downstairs.

“Enough!” I cry to no avail,
Eyes swollen at the sight.
Each propaganda, past the pale,
Enlarges spousal slight.

No privacy, respect, or calm –
Now, look. How does he prate?
Not ceasing, he clicks off each bomb,
Named for his candidate.

Oh, bring November. End the pain.
Onlookers may agree.
Offensive notes my vote won’t rein.
Our standards don’t agree.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson






NOTE: Just this once, I didn’t use all the prompt keywords within the text of the actual trolaan poem. Let’s just say desperate times call for such a wild departure from traditional expectations. In this season (at least in the United States), citizens seem to be growing ever more insecure about the upcoming election. We may feel vulnerable, as we ponder the often unreliable words of those vying for top positions, especially in such a dangerous era of human history. With this situation in mind, I opted to pen this poem on one way this season is proving particularly divisive.



This time around, I might have to say one of my favorite holidays (at least, this year) will be the day after Election Day. I can pretty much guarantee I won’t be thrilled with the entire outcome, but getting past the contentious campaign cycle cannot be a bad thing.




This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing:  Write about your most recent trivial loss. (22)
Daily Post: “argument” (8)
OctPoWriMo: “dangerous” – with “desperate,” “insecure,” “vulnerable,” “wild,” and “unreliable” – TROLAAN POEM (22)
Write 31 Days Challenge: What is your favorite holiday, and what do you love about it? (22)

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Saturday

Roll tape with mouths agape




Is anyone filming this crazy nightmare?

Roll tape with mouths agape

Unconscious and irrational,
Like toys we are played
And tossed into the bin
When the child loses interest.
Rag dolls and action figures,
We fall atop one another,
Waiting for attention.
Empty promises are
Senseless and absurd.
But we gobble them still,
Hoping this time
Our globe will spin
The other way.
“Roll tape!” we chant.
“Give us tales to tell
And stories to shout.
Tell us you really mean it this time.
Play us again.”
But our batteries are losing juice.
We’re becoming broken
With frayed edges
And faded faces.
Film at 11.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson





This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about something commonplace, which is also a miracle. (18)
31 Writing Prompts: Think of the last movie you saw. Write a review on it. (18)
Daily Post: “promises” (12)
OctPoWriMo: - “senseless” – with “absurd,” “irrational,” “unconscious,” and “empty” - FREE VERSE POEM (18)
Meme Express: “toys”
Six Word Saturday: See subtitle.


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Image/s:
The Cameraman
Directed by Buster Keaton and Edward Sedgwick
 1928
Public domain
31 Days logo – created by this user,
including public domain artwork.

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