Chaotic Thoughts of Freedom – A poem.

Chaotic Thoughts of Freedom
Land of the living and the free,
with lips ziptied locked left and right?
Meanings formed in their own light’s sight.
Is this the home of liberty,
thoughts less of man than a bent knee?
We pick and choose the laws we like,
To hell with the rest, kill it… strike.
People’s tongues are tied up in k n o ts.
The First no longer calls the shots?
The US dies by high heeled spike.

 


How to write an Espinela or Décima poem.

My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 46 (K N O T).


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Decima Poetry Challenge

Please visit Clarence’s Blog and click like there.

See Clarence’s first-ever Décima Poem. He did an incredible job. But then again, he’s been writing poetry for years., and that’s just from my personal knowledge of his participating in the Haiku Challenge. A wonderful, creative curmudgeon you just can’t help but like.

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Fire

Late after dark city started burning
Unknown looters were running around
The people carried angry fire downtown
Hands up the crowds disappointment is churning.

Equal treatment is what they are yearning.
For too long resentment has been on hold!
For too long our stories been untold,
By men who have held power and great means.
Fire set in cities, the torch burns and cleans,
Fire burned injustice it’s our day, behold!

                                                               ©2020 cj holm

This is my first attempt at Decima Poetry. The rhyming pattern of abbaaccddc. Ronovan’s challenge was to use “Fire” in the “a” spot of the pattern. I cheated and used Fire as a topic. Decima poetry is brand new to me even though it is centuries old. (Sometimes it’s good to force a Swedish/German to learn new things.   Thank you Ronovan for the stretch!

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It’s simple.

To My Fellow White Americans,

To the confused, the scared, the misinformed, and the intentionally ignorant, the purpose of the African Americans protesting, is simple. They are not wanting to take over America, take your jobs, your neighborhoods, or your place in society. They want to stand side by side as equals. They want to be treated as the citizens they are. They want to be treated as good as tourists from other countries are treated.

You want to say there are violent people on TV every day on the news that validate the need for harsh policing. You want to say they have the same chance to climb up and out of whatever situation they are born in to as we are.

How can someone pull out of a place when they aren’t given the rungs of the ladder, or better yet, when they don’t have a foundation to put the ladder on in the first place?

This is not a lie. Facts are facts. I’ve worked in the system. Even in good school systems I’ve seen children falling short, not always because of the school, but because of their lives at home. Their lives at home? Lives that are the way they are due to lack of good jobs due to either education, or the perceived lack of African American’s ability to handle certain jobs.

Systemic? Yes. We may not realize it, but it is there if you start reverse engineering it. If you do not see it, then you are blind or do not have life’s engineering degree.

 

Ronovan

Writing from Georgia, the Deep South.

Some recent poetry related to Black Lives Matter: or click here for the category for all of them to scroll through.

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