Tyrannical Rex

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Photo: Amy-Leigh Barnard on Unsplash

 

He believes he is perfect,

The Gods’ answer to fate.

And they can all now retire,

For they had taken the bait.

 

He’ll dominate every action,

He’ll defend every crime,

If it’s done to the benefit

Of his imperious climb.

 

He recruits many minions

Who fetch and carry his deeds,

For to him it is given

That they’ll kowtow to his creed.

 

He will squelch any protest,

He’ll ridicule any voice

That dares not speak his glory

Or demands to have choice.

 

He is crass, and he bullies

Lashes out at dissent,

Because to him it is treason

If people still seek consent.

 

He is cruel, he is shallow

He full worship expects,

He will break every branch

To feed his Tyrannical Rex.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Imperious at 123 words

Note: The photo of a (small handed) Animatronic Tyrannosaurus (T-Rex) was taken by Amy-Leigh Barnard at the Natural History Museum in London. No offense intended in the poem to the dinosaurs, extinct though they are.

A Moment Before

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Photo: Peter Gonzalez via Unsplash

 

There will not be another night so drenched in sorrow, bereft of even the wish for the downpour to turn hope. Yet they held to the moment right before the speeding motorbike intersected their car … and bled their child to no more.

 

 

 

Note: dedicated to those who know this loss, and to the hope that fewer will ever do.

For Three Line Tales #169

 

Make a River

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Make this rivulet

Of hope

Into a river

Of change.

Let a movement

For kindness

And the trickle

Of sooth,

Become a wave

Blue and wide enough

To hold the full depths

Of what should have always been

Self-evident truths.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Do Not Con Cur

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

In most wretched times

When wrongdoers invade

Do not yourself turn

Echo chamber for knaves.

For the blight

Of untruth

And the stain

Of disdain

Can quite easily infect

Those who would not

Take heed from similar

To abstain.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Mallet Mind

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Photo: Pinterest

 

As the gavel rises

To speak justice

Let the rule of law

Preside,

So not even an executive

Who feels they own

The rights for pride,

Can by claims of faux and fury

Dismiss

What they would rather hide,

When truth well knows

By sheer behavior

Schemes and snide,

That he had far too often

Lied

And it is past time he be

Tried.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Hold Up

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

It is alright

To pause,

To stop,

To dial back the crush

Of too chaotic

Stuff.

Hold up.

It won’t disrupt

Your pace of life,

If you let in a slower breath

That fills your lungs

With calm,

Instead of huff

And puff.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Fickle Fury

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

In the furor of fury

Frothing rage

At the truth,

Do not let floods

Form furrows

In foundations of sooth.

Let the foam

Ferry falsehoods

Like the filth film

From swamps,

And find footholds

In facts

Against fear flashing

Tromps.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Antidote

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

There are whispers

In the Ether,

Toxic stories meant

For loss of hope.

They are phantoms.

Do not listen as

Malignant news

Grabs scope.

Find instead

The breath of valor.

Seek the children,

Help them cope.

Hold up truth,

Unfurl your kindness

To withstand

Slithery slopes.

 

 

For The Daily Post

In a Flap?

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

If the world’s feverish frenzies

Get you all bothered

And frantically het up,

Take a breath

Form a pause

Find a foothold to grasp,

Nothing good ever came

From fluttering in a flap.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Faceless In The Crowd

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Do not shy

Away

From

Showing up today.

Your voice is heard.

Your presence, too.

Faceless in the crowd

You are still

The only

You.

 

 

For The Daily Post