Despondency

LuckyOtter – Between Dread and Hope.

Lucky Otters Haven

I’m beyond despondent and that’s why I haven’t been writing.   Watching the only country I ever knew collapse into fascism before my eyes is like watching a beloved friend or family member die a horrible, painful, death and being helpless to do anything about it.  It’s horrible.

Did anyone watch any of the Republican National Convention?  I saw clips from it and was disgusted and chilled.  It wasn’t like anything I associate with America or American values.   It was basically a glittery, drawn out version of those awful events where they go around a conference table and all Trump’s sycophants and enablers blather on about how perfect and wonderful Dear Leader is while he sits there gloating and soaking it all in.  And when Trump wasn’t being venerated, Democrats and liberals (most who want only to return to democracy and make it better) were being hatefully excoriated as villains and…

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Monday Poetry

Pattimouse – Monday poems – Curses and cursing

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Composition of a Woman

Christine Ray – Gentle, Fierce, Exposed, Strong

Brave & Reckless

grief
the connective tissue
webbed between
each bone
dangles unresolved
from bleached ribs
marbled shreds of tissue
ruffling the edges
of my open chest
cavity
simultaneously
both
obscene and
achingly lovely
rage
the iron in
the blood
that travels
twisty veins and
arteries
in an endless
roller coaster loop
sometimes gentle
but often fierce
crashing
roaring
in ears drums
that rupture
bleed
composition of
a woman

© 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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Time to talk about monsters

Pattimouse taking a break

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I have never made secret of the fact that I am a survivor of childhood sex abuse. And yesterday was a very emotional day.

Survivors know that most monsters wear human skin. My monster was a quiet man that everyone believed was a good person. He told me that no one would believe me if I told about how he hurt me. He made me believe that I deserved the pain. That is what monsters do. They convince you that you deserve every bit of what they do. Even in death he haunts me, as I find myself feeling like a bad person for enjoying the fact that he committed suicide.

Monsters are among us. And now the world has one less. Though I am relieved I will not celebrate any farther. I will instead work on creating beauty to combat the monsters that…

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The Daily Song: Lost on You/Scott Hoying and Mario Jose

Christine Ray shares a song.

Brave & Reckless

I like music that makes me feel.

The passion behind this gave me goosebumps. . .

When you get older, plainer, saner
Will you remember all the danger
We came from?
Hmm, hmm
Burning like embers, falling, tender
Longing for the days of no
Surrender years ago
And will you know (know, know)

So smoke ’em if you got ’em
‘Cause it’s going down
(So smoke ’em if you got ’em
‘Cause it’s going down)
All I ever wanted was you
(All I ever wanted was you)
I’ll never get to heaven
‘Cause I don’t know how
(I’ll never get to heaven
“’Causee”)

Let’s raise a glass or two
To all the things I’ve lost on you
Oh-oh
Tell me are they lost on you?
Oh-oh
Just that you could cut me loose
Oh-oh
After everything I’ve lost on you
Is that lost on you?

Wishin’ I could see the…

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One such devoured moment

TheFeatheredSleep – A surrendering to Desire

TheFeatheredSleep

I am not overt

even when good green absinthe is poured over

a sugar cube

the silver tongs holding

sweetness just.

I am not overt

will not tell you of my sinning urge to

strip you dear of clothing and chew

the very mercy from you

beneath my aching layers

where frill and fancy and the soft cotton of

longing

lie on top of one another, spilling over

in quiet crescendo.

I’m not overt

as you bend toward sunlight, creating a halo of

light beneath your breasts and I see

the coffee cream and the glory of

all that I have ever desired

drawn in chafed clamor.

With reddened mouths, we

empty our aching into indigo rivers

for to release them

and become that thing of wanting

does not possess a language sufficient.

If it did, I fear I would

spend decades

describing what it feels like

to surrender to…

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Monday Poetry Pinterest Edition

Pattimouse – Poetry & Pinterest

Pattimouse

I decided to do something fun today for Monday Poetry…I decided to show y’all my poetry related pinterest boards. Pinterest is a black hole for me, a time sink where I will lose track of time. So let me show you some of what I have been doing there.

first board is other poets and fun bits of lyrics. I enjoy reading poetry as much as writing poetry. so I save the ones I like.

The second board is Prompts. because sometimes the muse is a fickle thing.

And Lastly is a board I created of my own poetry.

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The Cynical Nihilism and Narcissism of the Far Left

Calico Jack – Do votes count?

The Psy of Life

GotV: Send Postcards to Swing State Voters

With the election so close at hand — just north of 70 days as of this writing! — it is imperative that we GET THE VOTE OUT! However, there is an element engages in the same cynical nihilistic your-vote-doesn’t-matterism that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber, the GOP, and Russia uses to suppress the vote. I’ve never really understood the cynical nihilism of the far left when it comes to elections, especially this election. So, let’s psysplore one of my interactions with one that Twitter has blessed us with, shall we?

A QUICK ASIDE: A twitter user and follower of mine is identified in this post. It goes without saying that no one harasses or insults this person. We treat each other civilly even if I am snarky, sarcasticky, and profaney in the posts.

Cynical: The One Percent, They’re all the Same

It started with…

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The COVID Back to School Discussion We Aren’t Having. But Should.

About the return (or not) (or sort of) to school

Drifting Through

The rearrangement of life when survival and health are in doubt is as startling as it is swift. Necessities come into sharper focus. Survival becomes the goal. All else is secondary or inconsequential. When my daughter was diagnosed with a chronic illness four years ago, our priorities changed in an instant. The typical concerns a parent has for their child were boiled down to “I just want my daughter to survive.” Preserving her health and stopping the progression of her disease filled my every waking moment. This is all instinctual. When life is threatened, we focus on survival. This is the concept behind Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. And it’s through this lens that we need to view the risks and benefits of returning to school this year.

Abraham Maslow theorized that human survival can be categorized by five basic needs: physiological, safety, love, esteem, and self actualization. The Hierarchy of…

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The Daily Song: For What It’s Worth/Billy Porter & Stephen Stills

Christine Elizabeth shares a song from another time for our time.

Brave & Reckless

Preach

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

It’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away

We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

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