A poem a day – nothing new
There aren’t many days when I don’t write a poem, but the prompts of OctPoWriMo keep me on the hop. Today the prompt is for a revolutionary poem – I write lots of rebellious froth, but the news is so horrific these days that my mind shuts it out. However in the interest of conformity:
Rebellion
Stand up for justice, fairness, peace.
It’s too late for action from me.
Write instead, don’t fight.
Keystrokes, mightier
than airstrikes –
no blood.
The Writers Digest April PAD challenge results were announced yesterday, and my poem Mon Oncle Bob made it to the shortlist on day 20.
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Keystrokes, mightier
than airstrikes –
fantastic line!
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Amen. What a lovely thought – if only the world were like that. 🙂
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Well said!
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Congrats! and I enjoyed reading your Saturday poem…
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Hell to the YES! If only politicians had as much sense as poets.
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So fitting in where we are today.
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Absolutely your words a spot on and slice right through all the shame and pain in our world!
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nicely done! Bravo!
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a poem titled Rebellion, in the interest of conformity. That, alone, made me smile. Was camping when Mon Oncle Bob first appeared and am so glad I went by to read that today. What a colourful character to have graced your life.
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He was my favourite relation, and I spent several happy holidays with them as a child and teenager.
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I love your line ‘keystroke mightier’. Life would seem perfect if the world were one huge book and writer club. Very nice.
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“no blood”..Amen to that.
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Excellent poem! So true!
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As always, you da man, V.
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I don’t know how you do it, Viv. You must constantly have snippets wandering through your brain. 🙂 I read the previous ones too. Loved the ‘chocolate’ one.
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Nice: “Keystrokes, mightier than airstrikes”
(picture me saying nice with a tone that indicates I really mean it, not the polite version).
I wish I’d fully believe that, I’d start fighting straight away.
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🙂
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That’s a very poignant poem.
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