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#100Days100Poems Day 32

Under the Trumpet regime the arts are already under attack. Rest assured the artists, and those who support them, will fight back. Never go in against a poet when poetry is on the line. (You think I could get Wallace Shawn to record that for me?)

Today’s piece is most assuredly a first draft, but here it is:

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The Petty Thief-in-Chief

 

And there, on a 6th Ave train headed uptown
stood nine sumptuous ladies
impeccable robes & inspired accoutrements
buzzing, their subway car
oblivious
the cutpurse did,
snipping handbag strings & messenger bag straps,
snatching from clutches & pinching from pouches:
and Urania’s compass comes up nipped
Melpomene’s & Thalia’s masks mooched into the mass in mass transit
Terpsichore’s pointe shoes pilfered
Polyhymnia’s veil vanished in a flash
score sheets & melodies swiped from Euterpa
tablets & notepads, pens & pencils nicked from Calliope, picked from Erato
and Clio’s news scrolls & history books seized and suppressed–


all for the greed of a few pennies.

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© David Siller– 2017

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#100Days100Poems Day 31 #PhotoHaiku

Trumpet made headlines again for a rally that is, at best, really optimistic, but probably closer to delusional. Here’s another #PhotoHaiku

 

2020-bad-visionyo-mando-not-run

 

© David Siller – 2017

 

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#100Days100Poems Day 30

With each passing day we’re bombarded with exponentially increasing tidbits of nonsense from Washington. We run out of room and breath for the increasing requirements of outrage at every new scandal and tantrum and fourth reich callbacks. Read this one aloud, as quickly as possible, possibly more than once.

Untitled

Mounds of mountains mounted like fountains still amount to nothing. Tell you one thing.
The mother fucker wasn’t bluffing. Sniffing, spitting out snuff and coughing.
Snuffing. catching birds, rip em out for stuffing.
While hands are a cuffing I can handle with the coffee that I’m cupping.
For my mounds of miles amount to mountains of nothing.
Minor moments amassed, minutes minused away. Mashed to matters made of mercury.
Forged in furious fervors of forever, for the lunar glow of indigo was soon to fold to beautiful.
View too full.
Are you the fool?
A nail biter,
to the cuticle.
Miniscule minutes minus away as moments moving minorly to a bitter end.
The letter N, never bend, whereever the tether has tensioned in.
Settle in. The metal did.
Reveled in levels of medicine.
The better kid is the celibate.
The devils have mettled as ever been.
In matters of morsels, so delicate.
Latter of letters are hesitant.
Another friend.
A mother tends.
Cover for brother so militant.
Well isn’t it?
What is it then?
The merry-go, here we go.
See the trend.
The musical chairs then sit again.

The musical chairs then sit again.

The musical chairs then sit again.

My tissue tears(airs) to issue tears (ears)
By this you swear on which you hear.
Considering when it was written, a time of behave or leave.
The baddest of mad hatter chatter who you think made his tea?
For the mice still squeak of the cheddar.
To govern a V for Vendetta.
Weaving a huge ego so big I named it Hugo.
Day-Lewis said man’s flesh is of pork ossobuco.
My genetics work on a new code of high kinetics more than two fold.
If I could fit it in a Uhaul, I would pay only if you go.
To a Tank Girl, I’m a Boogo, hoppin like kangaroos, yo.
Through the roof, though with a Jet flow so retro,
The watts would spin Naomi backwards like “I moan!!”
I’m yelling “die clone” at my iPhone in a high tone that’ll zygote an eye chromosome.
Latinas are all like “My Corazon”.

 

© Chaney McInnis – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

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#100Days100Poems Day 29 #PhotoHaiku

Yesterday was a day of action, #ADayWithoutImmigrants. Today our #PhotoHaiku captures but one snapshot of the movement.

 

 

© Alyse Ramirez– 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

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#100Days100Poems Day 28 #PhotoHaiku

Despite the fact that at the very top everything we know is being shredded and rendered unrecognizable, we still keep trudging on. Proof that we will survive, perhaps a little worse for wear, and a little more motivated to seek our better angels.

 

 

 

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

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#100Days100Poems Day 27 #PhotoHaiku

Today, another #PhotoHaiku, to be read as you see fit. In order to fight this good fight, we should all head to our arsenal: the library will have all the weapons we need for this struggle.

 

ps230badnewsheadlinewarning

 

© David Siller – 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

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#100Days100Poems Day 26 #TantrumTanka

As cabinet pick after cabinet pick gets confirmed, I imagine things went something like this, with Trump pointing fingers and rabid fans going wild:

 

Major donor? Un-
experienced? Sycophant?
Wanna raze guv’mint?!?!
You get a Cabinet post!
You get a Cabinet post!

 

© David Siller– 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.

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#100Days100Poems Day 25

One-quarter of the way there. Keep your heads up!

 

 



The Art of the Deal, the Art of the Con

 


which in Washington used to be called the art of spin
tangled webs spinning out of the White House of Horrors
from this Horror Clown as we all cry out “Please not this
Horror Clown” not this Fuckface von Clownstick sticking
it to each and every one of us, swamping us
with his swamp draining so he can restock
and refill with new, unimproved, bigger, slimier,
swampier dregs--upranking the muck and
muckraking those not in the circus, those not blinded
by the dazzle and razzle of alternative facts, living an
alternative lifestyle where facts and evidence and proof
aren’t in the pudding or the porridge,
the porridge not being too hot or too cool, just
alt-right alt-right alt-right
and yet it’s not alright (all right?)
as alarm bells ring and hitting the snooze button
is not an option, seeing as how even another
nine minutes, never mind nine days or 9 ½ weeks
of this nonsense might be too much, yet here we are
praying that in 9 months
we might give birth to A New Hope and the Real
America, not this alt-reich unreality brought about
by this reality TV so-called president, who really is
the rapist-in-chief and the chief conman and 
the celebrity-in-chief, the head of
outrageous statements, who surely should have followed
his followers advice and kept his celebrity nose out of politics
and politicking
and the clock is ticking
how long until the next election? are we there yet?
can we stop to drop off this bullying buffoon, this
mendacious mountebank, this comical conman,
this narcissistic nincompoop?
the clock is ticking,
the clock is tocking,
                and the clock is ticking
                and the clock is tocking

 

© David Siller– 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.


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#100Days100Poems Day 24 #PhotoHaiku

Tonight, a #PhotoHaiku, to be “read” as you see fit. We are all in this together. #Resist

welcome
street
curb

 

© David Siller– 2017

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author. VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

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#100Days100Poems Day 23

For today’s poem, I simply include the note from the poet herself:

The story behind this poem is two fold: First, it was in response to artist Jackson Pollock’s work ‘Untitled. C.1950.’ This poem is also in response to the recent ban on immigrants and refugees, and a growing increase of intolerance in the United States. According to Carl Jung, everyone has parts of themselves that they suppress and ignore. These parts make up what Jung referred to as our shadow. Jungian scholars pose that just as an individual has a shadow, so do societies and nations. According to Japanese author Haruki Murakami, ‘At times, we tend to avert our eyes from the shadow, those negative parts, or else, try to forcibly eliminate those aspects. No matter how high a wall we build to keep intruders out, no matter how strictly we exclude outsiders, no matter how much we rewrite history to suit us, we just end up damaging and hurting ourselves.’

 

A link to the referenced artwork can be found at: Jackson Pollock, Untitled (c. 1950)

 

we are a land of shadows


sometimes they break through
the veil
dark, dense and outside
the light
black winged things
swishing saurian tails
dancing
encircling
containing
what we cannot reconcile
thought and memory
blur
incite 
the primitive
to rise 
a fevered frenzy
of feathery trails
engulfs us
lifts and carries us
not above our own wounds
but the world’s

 

© Mary Katherine Creel – 2017

Bio:

Mary Katherine Creel lives in the foothills of North Carolina’s Blue Ridge Mountains with her husband and their animal collective.  Her poem ‘we are a land of shadows’ first appeared in What Rough Beast. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer and counselor, and currently serves as communications manager at an art museum. Her poems have been published in Paper Rabbit, Tar River Poetry, Pittsburgh Poetry Review and Avocet. Her first poetry chapbook, Exit Wound, is forthcoming.

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author. VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!

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