The alluring absence of auditory assault assures asleep animals.
They dream of dizzying disco dances dooming dreary dancers to discomfort,
institutionalized interesting individuals inspecting the inside of an igloo,
and endless episodes of extravagant equine etiquette education.
Understandably, unstable ungulates undoubtably uproar untowardly upon understanding their unconscious adventure.
Adieu, my animals of disasterous intent endlessly unionizing.
Qwerky McGurky family tree
how did it end up in the backyard with me?
I am not related; this fact cannot be overstated
at last count I noted there were twenty-three
a family reunion held once a year
they usually wait until we are not near
but this year we did not go on vacation
so here they are, in a Qwerky McGurky celebration
we thought you were gone, this is our happy tree
I was speechless, as you can pretty much understandably see
You are invited to be our honorary relatives, said the McGurky’s
I ran inside to ask my husband if that would somehow work-ee.
slithery, sneaky, slimy, silly, snake
tangled in tangerine tulips that make me ache
Understandably the most frightening animal around
Venomous and virile, I watch him sneak underground.
Will he return? We sit in anticipation, me and Kim.
‘Xtra extraordinary expectations went along with him
What do I suggest?
I suggest a baboon
on a boring afternoon,
or...a stale banana!
I feel
a banana peel
and a red bandana
on a wide savana
has a certain appeal.
In, a chimpanzee can stride,
brimming, understandably, with pride.
The chimp and peel can interact,
if the scene is handled with finesse and tact.
I think that would be best.
That's what I suggest.
Offensively defensive posturing
No stopping in sight
No reflection in view
Poisonous to everyone around you
Syphoning greed at record speed
Unchecked unseen
Hollowing the land
Blindly defending your position
Against any raised hand
Any voice of reason
How did we even get here?
We’d have to go back
160 years or so
To explain what should have been buried
A hatred left to fester
A war lost but never truly ended
We rebel against suppression
Understandably so
Sometimes history demands it
An opportunity was missed
The undercurrent of hate
Bubbled up unchecked
A backlash exacted
160 years in the making
A theft imagined
A grievance never real
Where ignorance never left
A way of life
Thought to be put to rest
Was allowed to linger
Civilly unbalanced
Cutting down and
Cutting short lives
The symbolism
The sentiment
Front and center once again
Stirring old fears
Handed down like inheritance
Times change
Some things stay the same
Worse than the hate
Is the silent acceptance
Silence is a choice
One we can break
Allow me to share my news
About my defiant missing muse
She has the big time muse blues
I should have seen the clues
Though to discuss she did refuse
I told her ‘to put on her big girl shoes’
Make a decision …. ‘you choose’
With attitude she said ‘ well, you lose’
Walked away with a look that left a bruise
She is now whooping it up on a cruise
Heading to the land of kangaroos
Drinking way, way too much booze
I hear she’s sporting two new tattoos
Without her my poetry sits and stews
My flame softly flickers yet no fire pursues
So , understandably her behaviour I will excuse
If she just comes back and lights my fuse!!
To be seemingly individually targeted
By all the wrath and perverseness
In this world
Personified by a heartless imbecile
I know
I know
It’s not okay
But, I plead with you
Beseech you, implore you
To allow
My arms and heart
And dozens of familiar more
And a plethora of friends yet to meet
To envelop you in a celestial hug
And gently press
The hope, virtue, and integrity
Still in this world
Through your understandably hardened skin
And into your bloodstream
To allow you to feel
The integrity and veracity of my words
When I whisper
It’s okay
It’s going to be okay
.
so Silent 'tiz One
understandably
the pen can be louder
anywho
'tiz tied
to
the tongue
Understandably,
we were worn out with love,
romantic movies gave you hives,
love poetry often made me gag.
We had this thing going on,
love and hate had mingled,
ennui and elan had given birth
to a redeemed vision
of that far too simple word.
When we kiss now,
that lip-to-lip caress
has exponentially evolved,
into a whole lexicon
of newfound endearments.
The Art of the Devilish Deal
By Mark D. Stucky
Did Trump sell his soul to the devil in 2016?
As his part of the deal, could he lie, preen, cheat, and tweet?
Could he distort, divide, deny, demean, demolish, and destroy?
Could he make even a pandemic worse through criminal negligence?
Is the devil in the details of the deal?
Trump was understandably loved by hate-spewing supremacists,
but why also by family-values evangelicals?
How could so many lose their minds…and still not regain them?
Were brains washed sudsy clean by social media and Fox News?
If Trump did make the sale, was it an artful deal?
Was he even still using his soul anyway?
Would the devil desire such a shriveled thing?
For a chance to destroy democracy,
wouldn’t Putin and Satan have worked pro bono?
Has anyone’s devilish deal
ever worked well long-term?
What will Trump ultimately do
when that bad soul loan comes due?
(See also my poems "The 2023rd Psalm," "Bathing with Bathsheba," "Antisocial Media," and "Tweeting the Truth in Love.")
(Image by andibreit on Pixabay.)
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a belief in yourself that allows you to write
understandably brave, for all will not appreciate your words
taking a risk with every syllable for written is harsher than spoken
hoping it will all work out, and you will connect with someone else
outfielder catching fly balls, sometimes in the head
risk is worth it in the end, for you are sharing your truth
Bill Shakespeare is wanted for hate speech,
His study’s surrounded with tape.
The local police were slow to react,
He may already have made his escape.
There’s a chance that he’s gone into hiding
To work on the draft of a play;
Anne Hathaway helps with enquiries:
Where’s old Bill? She’s refusing to say.
She cannot abide the intrusion,
As detectives examine each sonnet,
If she pops down the market she wears a dark cape
And hides her face under a bonnet.
She’s missing the warmth of her husband,
His sensitive hands and dark beard.
She hopes that they’ll soon be together
But meanwhile, her dear Bill’s disappeared.
And Bill’s understandably nervous
’Cause writing these plays is quite hard.
He enjoys married life with his beautiful wife
And his neighbours now call him “The Bard.”
The risks of a long legal battle
Could distract him for over a year,
If the courts rule against his linguistics,
That might end his productive career.
This poem references the emotions of fear, hope and love now that historic scripts are frequently re-appraised - and sometimes condemned - against modern norms and expectations.
Our country is lost and sadly many have taken a road to no-where
It is heartbreaking to watch and easy to feel powerless
But, we can still reach out to whoever who will listen
We can keep speaking truth and act positive with inner strength
Our country is lost, as multiple heavy issues pile up on us
People walk around in a daze, understandably, with too much happening
The clarity comes from facts, the simple things and peaceful moments
The patience we can have with ourselves in this rush in our world
Heidi Sands
5/29/22
ON THE SOUL
My personality has begun a crossing
a crossroad that will open up the truth;
it will link the past to the future.
A voyage that will lead me to a very dark place!…..
…...of my must be forgotten youth!
A deceptive tranquillity is falling upon me deeply;
The dawn will appear very soon;
bringing the unresolved misfortunes of yesteryear’s anxieties steeply.
Two hearts I do have one filled with the present unsatisfied;
the other slowly deteriorating with the failed past…..
…..mingled together forever petrified!
There are no boundaries what life will do to me unexpectedly;
it will sink to the deepest descend;
into corruption;
desecrate and violate time effectively!
Death is drawing nearer…..
…..closer and closer appreciated;
and out of the weakened body,
exhausted with expectations,
never to be realised decimated!
Consequences….
every reason is hidden,
all outcomes utterly displayed understandably so foolish.
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