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!!
You can find her work at: http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/
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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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When I first saw this sticker, I had to smile. If this were true I definitely would qualify. Seems I had a hard time convincing my wife! Philosophy does not seem to change reality! Clutter is still clutter. This is my limerick full of wishful thinking!!
When she saw here man’s bench she would mutter
His workbench was covered with clutter
Then she was told
He was a genius to behold
So no more words did she utter
I must say it has improved greatly since this photo was taken!!
Everything stops as lights blink red
We wait under ominous dark clouds
for the light to turn green
Instead it turns a flashing yellow
Warning us to take caution
As we move through life’s intersection
An accident here can be deadly
Slowly the line begins to move
Seeing the light break in the clouds
Bringing hope of lifting clouds
and brighter days ahead
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
A stream of consciousness poem
Purple hyacinths
Sharing color with raindrops
Ephemeral gems
