Kite

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Kite


A kite is a dream
you keep in your heart
knowing that some day
you will find a way
to make it fly.

A kite is a penny
you find on the street
then carry it home
put it in a safe place
hope it will grow.

A kite is a prayer
you lift up at night
beyond the clouds
beyond the moon
then go of the string.

A kite is a poem
the last you penned
with care and love
released with trust
it will find its way.

I am sharing this poem with Poets United Poetry Pantry.  I was inspired by the poem that Rosemary Nissen-Wade shared for The Living Dead this week.  The name of the poem was "A Kite is a Victim," and the poet was Leonard Cohen.  Take a look at the poem here.

Hyperbole

Hyperbole

Hyperbole is an art form
in the political arena
but no one can outdo
the one who will
lock her up
build a wall
deport immigrants
register Muslims
dismantle Obamacare
overcome Isis
deny climate change

And if someone
displeases him
he can tweet!


Sorry folks....there is one among us who has used hyperbole
to extreme, but, of course, there are those who believed him
and don't consider it hyperbole at all!

For Sumana's Midweek Motif - Hyperbole!

What to Be Thankful For

What to Be Thankful For

What to be thankful for this year
is harder than it was other years

so I am open to others' thoughts
on what to be thankful for this year.

I think God must be crying in heaven
when he sees how humans have gone astray.

This is surely not what God intended
how did we get to this horrific place?

Civilizations rise and civilizations fall
and so I am beginning to wonder

who will take America's place of power
if we all survive in a post-trump world?

What to be thankful for this year
is harder than it was other years

so I am open to others' thoughts
on what to be thankful for this year.

For Poets United Poetry Pantry

We Will Rise

We Will Rise

Count me with the invisible
all of the disenfranchised
Muslims, Latinos, Jews
Blacks and LGBTQ
women and differently abled
children crying from fear
they are my people
we join hands together
and we will build a wall
that hate cannot tear down
together we will be strong
and support one another
and they will see our power
as we rise, as we rise.



For Susan's Midweek Motif:  "Invisible"

This has been quite an election cycle.
I find myself identifying with people
I never identified with SO totally before.
I feel their pain, I feel our pain.
Many of us feel disenfranchised.
But we will rise.  We have to.
These ARE dangerous times.

It is Over Now

Adina Hall - public domain

It Is Over Now


It is  over now
but the watch begins

we cannot let down our guard
must protect all our brothers

as evil can be camouflaged with smile
though its teeth are rotten

and though his words are changing now
we must remember his heart is not changed

we must judge him by his actions
and by the company he keeps

there is no compromising
when it comes to human rights

It is over now
but the watch begins.

Written for Poetry Pantry

I think we must heed Martin Niemöller's famous quote. Niemöller was an outspoken critic of Adolf Hitler.  He spent seven years in a concentration camp.

"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me."

This Was Not the Path

This Was Not the Path


This was not the path I thought we would be on
and I have not  come to terms with it
and don't know if I ever will.

I don't understand his fascism, misogyny,
bigotry and undisguised hatefulness for
so many different kinds of God's people.

But this is the path they have chosen
and I too am forced to walk along this path
on which I can see nothing good

And I wonder how long it will be before
those who voted for him realize
he was a trickster using smoke and mirrors.

And so I cry in my own corner of the world
this is not the path I thought we would be on
and I realize nothing more can be said.

For Sumana's Midweek Motif:   Path

I really do not consider myself a political poet, but lately it seems
I have become one because politics has been on my mind. 
I can think of little else right now.   I am terrified of the future
of my country, and I know that this election will also affect
the rest of the world.  I am frightened for us all really.  First
there was Brexit.  Now the U.S. election.  And France has
their election in April, 2017.  I am afraid for us all.

When you comment, rather than commenting on my poem, I would like
to know what YOU think about 'his' (I have a hard time using his name)
winning the election!

Wishful Thinking

Still Life With Turkey Pie
by Pieter Claesz - 1627

Wishful Thinking

Soon it will be Thanksgiving
and on that day there will be much
to be thankful for and a bountiful table
filled with family and friends
and with difficult time behind us
there will be reason to celebrate
as a hopeful future lies ahead.

For Poets United Poetry Pantry.