I am sad to see the beautiful purple hyacinth blossoms falling as the bees and humming bird suck out the last bit of nectar. Pollen has been passed around freely by all, and the cool breath of Fall is creeping in behind shortened days. In place of the blossoms purple seed pods emerge carrying on new life from season to season.
Bean blossoms preserved
Hidden within purple seeds
Fall is here once more
Beware you serfs, sucked in
by superfluous words wrapped in thorns
pricked and pounded by talking heads
offering hot air opinions
floating away,
bursting in mid air
bottle rocket promises full of
spectacular show and nothing more
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Beware of blunderbuss arrows
pulled from your quiver of bias
shot from tensioned bow pulled
back, bleeding hearts left crying
wounds that never heal, running
blood red, not black, white, or yellow
dreams stained streets crying for hope
futures down times drain,
never coming to fruition
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Beware you serfs, feeding off crumbs
from the masters table thinking
caviar and filet minion
Promised “a chicken in every pot”
only to find bones and feathers
floating in cesspools of bigotry and hate
destroying the marrow of society
grinding bones of workers
into mortar for castles of gold
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Beware you serfs when you watch
cherry picking favorite words and lines
feeling like twisted truth is genuine
offering you Wine … but serving Kool-aide
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to consider the Vatic Voice, the voice of the prophet in our poetry, speaking as though from the voice of God! I decided to try something different for me with a prophetic political rant. Tonight is the first of the Presidential Debates. Never have we had such extreme differences in the candidates. It is easy to simply choose someone who thinks and talks like we do, but there is much more at stake. We are choosing a way of thinking for the future of the country. The two candidates are really irrelevant, in my opinion. We are voting for a philosophy.
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There is nothing more beautiful than full moon light riding on ocean waves. As fall comes on, and tourists crawl back into their cocoons, the lunar cycle continues with two full moons in the month of October. The Harvest Moon comes on the first and the Blue Moon comes on the thirty-first.
Full Moon surfs high tide
crashing on glistening wet sand
Coconut Palms sway
Tonight at d”Verse Frank Tassone asked us to write our Monday Haibun using the moon as our prompt. Two full moons are happening this year in the month of October. I took two of my paintings and changed them into black and white for effect.
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Cat at the top of the heap
doesn’t ever want to lose his seat
But the more he shovels it
Out from under him
The more he gets called a creep
His wife seems all prim and proper
Though it seems she has little to offer
She is there by his side
with nothing to hide
Still the media has often scoffed her
So when this weird year is over
And we are hopefully done with covid
We will know which cat will shine
For now we’ll be Biden our time and…
Wait to see if Trump’s base has voted
Morning bursts forth in all its radiant glory
Peering into the dark sheltered woods
Highlighting the trees dancing on flowers
The stepping stones draw me to the trees
To the mysterious woods sheltering the creek
Turning to mush in summer’s heat
Frogs buried in the mud keep cool
Sending out their sharp croaks
calling for someone to hear
Morning breezes soon shift
to a sauna of heat and humidity
But for now the glorious morning rests
on the yellow buttercups
Red salvia bathed in the sunlight
reach toward the heavens
Calling me to come join them
In the exhilaration of the beckoning day
Photo: Dwight L. Roth taken this morning
I wrote this four years ago, but I felt like it was time to post it again as I looked out across the bottom filled with blooming wildflowers covering the creek!
This old canvas board print came through the Habitat Restore where I volunteer two afternoons a week. It was in pretty shabby shape, worn and in need of cleaning. I found that it was a painting by Winslow Homer. It was about ready to be thrown out, so I said I would take it home and see if I could restore it. I went back over the painting with the original colors and brightened it up. I am very happy with the results.
Old canvas board dirty
worn ready for the dumpster
Restoration shines
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Painting restoration – Dwight L. Roth
In today’s divided society, with cameras everywhere, no one wants to wait for the system to do its job. We all have our opinions about what we are fed on the News Media. Some believe everything and others believe none of it. Protests and riots occur immediately when incidents happen. When we are given only half of the truth, we tend to accept it as the whole truth. This divides us even more. When opinion becomes truth we are all in trouble.
Social media
Everyone judge and jury
Public Opinion
Tantrums thrown stores up in flames
Not everyone gets their way
Today at d’Verse, Grace asked us to write a protest poem. She emphasized that words and poetry are powerful tool that can help bring about change in our world. I struggle with all division and misinformation that comes across social media. The tragic deaths of black men and women, as well as police officers, and children killed in crossfire disturbs me greatly. Somehow we need to learn to listen to each other and co-operate together to make everyone’s life better. I have written my poem in the Tanka format!
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Cellophane wings shine
Blue bomber sways in soft breeze
Waiting for take-off
Skeleton key
rejected
heart of stone, cold
birthed of bloody fire
fire’s frigid reflection
pocked complexion
ashen emotions
powdered cheeks
laid bare…
swallowed away
I tip my top
riding Orion’s space
in hand rejected metal
key to your heart
unturned, upturned
sailing
galaxied space
winged bird
all-seeing-eye
whisks me on
seeking
hot smoldering
star-fire love melting
key to my heart
offered unconditionally
For d’Verse Poets Pub today, we are writing Ekphrastic Poetry. We are to write a poem motivated by one of artist Catrin Welz-Stein’s images. (I decided to try what I will call a “Lucy style poem” with this one.) A little different from my usual casual write. Enjoy!!
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Up up they go…
climbing skyward as one
cresting the peak
a perfect arc
chasing the dip
pushing gravitational rush
G-forces build
engines roar
pulling the stick
planes rise
climbing next loop
tracks up
tracks down
coaster sky tracks
fade to blue
windy dissolution
Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to let the sky be the limit and use sky as our prompt. This is Quadrille Monday, so we are to make a poem of exactly 44 words.
Every year on the first weekend of November our local airport sponsors an air show called War Birds Over Monroe. We live nearby so we can see a lot of the sky maneuvers from our deck. These are a few of the loop-t-loops!
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Roth Poetry 