My life
will never
run out of debt
until
the day
it ultimately
goes out of print.
Poetry
Poetry – “Numb” Haiku
When you feel nothing
why does it always end up
feeling horrible?
Poetry – Killing My Cat
Monday appointment
3pm
$41 for the medicine of death
$90 to turn you to ash
cancer is no
respecter
of species
Spyder,
what would you say
if you knew
what was coming?
The question haunts me
and you aren’t even
dead yet
Poetry – Better Than Money
I like many things
better than money –
windy skies
and resilient wings,
fiddles that set
everyone dancing,
minds that are open
and yet, not empty,
churches unconcerned
with old books,
and warm, cozy homes
littered with cats.
Poetry – Drummers of War
Drummers Drummers of War
Phil Collins diminuendo Barack Obama
Ringo Starr Donald Trump
Lars Ulrich The Clintons
Dave Grohl The Bush’s
Chad Smith John Bolton
Keith Moon Mike Pompeo
John Bonham Netanyahu
Neil Peart crescendo DICK Cheney
And the beat goes on…
(This is a bit of an experimental poetry piece. I had the idea for it and decided to just go with it. I hope others get the concept. I had a hard time choosing who to put on the right lol. Others that came close to making the cut were Rumsfeld and Condoleeza Rice, but I decided to go with Pompeo and Bolton as they are a bit more relevant currently. I knew I had to have Cheney on there though!)
Poetry – New Year, Same old Sh@#
I was going to try to write a cheery New Year’s poem…oh well, maybe next year.
“New Year, Same Old Shit”
200,000 crowns
could never satisfy
the heads of those
born unto
the spirit of entitlement.
Nor would 200,000 bodies –
as more than that
have already been
stepped over
or kicked aside
by royal feet.
(Poetry by Maranda Russell, Photo via Pixabay)
Poetry – Freakish Hybrids
Call us freakish hybrids
or tolerably ugly plebeians,
but it does not define us.
We are a kind of chaos
prepared for a carnival
in the olde grand style.
May it become the height
of supreme folly –
or the ridicule
of the whole world,
our lives play on
as the planet
turns and turns
and changes and changes.
(Original Art & Poetry by Maranda Russell)
Poetry – This Mental Love
I pour myself out,
a puddle of libation on the floor…
If any of my fancies
ever pleased you,
I beg of you to accept
the mental influences at work.
My affection may be disputable,
but it was never plagiarized.
Of my loyalty,
none could fairly doubt,
as my poverty
is a witness
to my honesty.
Wordless Wednesday – The Poet Tarot Deck (My 2 Favorite Poets)
