Fragile like a bomb
Delicate as a flower
Understanding
the difference
Is the key to power
Trial and error
A mantra to adopt
A day of reckoning
will surely come
and never be stopped
Devotion to the cause
Freedom from the enemy
Stand and fight
for your rights
Enough of inequity
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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Prompts:
V. J's Weekly Challenge - Story
Fragile
Devotion
Trial
Reckoning
Easy Peasy
Peas in a pod
Pods of belongings
Outside a house of God
Gods worshipped
all over the globe
Global economy
and the Mueller probe
Probing facts
Fake news isn’t real
Clear and concise
Ready to deal
Cards on the table
Keep that poker face
Place your bets
Just in case
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
Silent Night
With words profound
Knowledge is power
But a little is dangerous
Shoot the messenger
Before he injures us
We the people
Huddled masses
Catholic Churches
With rose-colored glasses
Half empty or half full
Full of wonder
White bread America
An embarrassing blunder
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Wonder
Easy
Pod
I struggled a little with the prompts today and this is where my mind
wanted to go! I hope you enjoy it 🙂
Today your behavior is decided
The nation watching is divided
You’ve described your actions as silly
Boyhood pranks leaving us chilly
Your true colors shined brightly through
The thin veneer that is you
We saw you for what you are
A privileged bully hiding behind the bar
We’ve met many like you over the years
Arrogance worn as a right, bringing tears
We do not see you as enigmatic
To us you appear more manic
A privileged man full of anger
So quick to unleash his langor
The available position you will not be denied
You shouted, screamed and even cried
We watched your accuser so strong and credible
Your reaction contrived and unbelievable
The country today pays attention
Your position is in undeniable contention
A decision to come not just for you
But fifty years more of this preview
Women of this country should be scared
A judge deplete of empathy might just be declared
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
The District is not Caesar’s Rome
The Hill is not one of the seven
Yet the Senators
are deadly and evil
as they were BC
These devils hide and reside
in hallowed halls of DC
with daggers cloaked
unseen
Preparing to execute
their dastardly deeds
Hell is in our politics
disguised in grey hair
and old man suits
Standing on the shoulders of women
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompted by Dead Poet Prompts from AllPoetry.com
My chosen prompt
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” – The Tempest, William Shakespeare
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What a yarn you can spin
I don’t know where to begin
Cursory words spoken
Your dialogue broken
Audience shrinking
It is not wishful thinking
If we object to your prescription
You have a conniption
You manage to appall
And persecute all
How can you manage world affairs?
When you clearly have nothing upstairs
Your being in charge
We wish to discharge
It is coming to a head
All those things that you said
The day of reckoning is close
You will not like your dose
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Word Prompts:
The politics of yet another day
Causing a stir amongst the masses
Spirited conversations ignite
One voice louder than the next
A proverbial battle of the classes
A line is drawn in the sand
That no one dares to cross
You fear for your life
Silence might be best
Your beliefs your albatross
Tantamount to a civil car
The rebellious versus the righteous
Neither side knows what they don’t know
A verbal conflict louder and longer
The winner being the most pious
Blind faith of the minority
And an archaic amendment
Gifted us with what we have today
Fractured here and broken there
Drowning us in a pool of resentment
Knocking down our allies
With scornful and outrageous demands
When the anti truth becomes your facts
You are making enemies of your people
Whose dilemmas you will never understand
An association doomed for failure
A reflection on our society’s blindness
The moral compass conveniently cast aside
In favor of the inflated ego
Observing the decline of social responsibility
Where self-serving trumps kindness
Those paying homage to the narcissistic god
From his shirttails they will unhitch
When their stipend shows no relief
Their sum of all fears will be balanced
By Karma who will prove to be a Bitch
Christine Bolton
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