General

The United States Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) and the Republican Minority Leader of the United States House of Representatives Kevin McCarthy (R-Calif.) both seem to care more about stopping any Democratic legislation than they care about doing anything good for our country.  If the balance of power shifts and they get control of the House and the Senate, they will be investigating Hunter Biden, trying to impeach Joe Biden, looking for ways to give tax cuts to the rich, putting more restrictions on voting privileges and abortions and ending democracy as we know it.  There is a good chance that Trump will rear up his ugly head again and continue with his lies, but since he is their man, they will be following him all the way to hell.  I don’t even want to mention Margorie Taylor Green or why anyone could be so stupid to vote for her, but…

The woman’s face squinched up to quell tears she knew were there, collecting, for so very long – pennies in a jar. She didn’t wish to cry them nor did she wish to deny them and so chains, held ever so tightly, locked with resolve, widened and weakened.

Palpable, she felt the pent up power pulsate; out of control, creating a vortex of emotion and energy. Fuel to produce or fodder for indulgence? Its caress, tender and intimate as that of an artful lover; she did not submit to indulgence nor to the allure of the eddies forming this maelstrom.

Face uplifted, she took a step forward, and silently, defiantly invoked the whirlwind…

her eyes crackle fire
splattering red memories
hushed secrets rustle
when wild wind murmurs her name

Mindfills for Reena’s Exploration challenge; Colleen Cheesebro’s Tanka Tuesday – kouta a Japanese quatrain of 5/7/5/7 or 7/7/7/5 syllables

sometimes i do
find myself
in the state of Job
rebelling against God
the law
demanding to be justified
for all the good deeds
i’ve done, asking
where is
my divine retribution
but self righteousness
is the voice of hell
and in hell
all is self justified

at times i’d find myself
at the state of Elijah
with all the power
and might
in my chariot
riding the peaks
of disciplinig the mind
more spiritual
and intellectual knowledge
i reign supreme at
but compassion and love
i have none
but wrath and anger
are pronounced
ah- the glory
of Elijah’s state

thank God
for the grace
of my imagination
like this beautiful maiden
Iam constantly redeemed
drawing golgotha out
of my own bondage
and limitation
in a state of Moses
Iam pointed the way
to fuse with the vision
of my imagination

these are all
just states of consciousness
that…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #255

BewitchingFatal attraction
In bewitching eyes and smile
Compelled they jump
Oblivious to their ends
Like a moth into the fire

Responding to Reena’s prompt #255, based on the above image.https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/reenas-xploration-challenge-255/

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He glanced casually at the TV screen, always switched on for background noise, and jumped up pumping his fist in the air, “Wow! What a beauty and she has just thrown her hat into the ring to compete for leadership of the party. She has my vote anytime.”

His wife looked exasperated, ” so, an unknown wants to become leader, and according to you her main claim to leadership is her beauty. Give me a break”.

Her husband’s fragile ego, starting to take a beating, responded vehemently, ” It’s not only her looks, did you hear her speech, she is so eloquent, passionate, and that melodious voice, it could sink a thousand ships”.

At the supper table later that evening his wife observed.” I looked your candidate up on Wikipedia. Her name is Leonore Charybdis, she’s of Greek descent…

^{Roses and shoes under the bust of Sophie Scholl: By no bias, Wikipedia Commons}

For All Who Dare

How scared they must be—and how brave-
the women who dare to bare their hair—
and all who battle not monsters, but men,
who protest, write pamphlets, drop flyers–

the Plaza Madres, the White Rose students,
those with forbidden books, those who share
their knowledge, truth, the oxygen
that inspires and fuels their desires–

the feathered hopes on wings, phoenixes
that singed still soar to sing—everywhere–
riders on a bus; a girl with a pen—
swirling spires of dragon-breathed fires

rising—beware—they dare!
Not if, but when. Then they do it again.

For dVerse, where Björn’s Meeting the Bar prompt is to write a bref double poem. You can read more here. I’ve put the unrhymed line first: xabc, xabc, xabc, ab.