politics – Page 2 – One Woman's Quest

Repression is Not an Option

This divide is but an illusion
glass partitions fallible

We drink from the same source
our assigned task reverential

Denial has limits…
the beast swells…
writhes in churning waters

We are fearful
because power feeds off fear –
Eden’s serpent reincarnated

Round up your loyalties
your petty contrivances
and prepare

Patriarchy engorged
on misogynistic agendas
force feeds archaic notions

Subdues
constricts
silences
disembodies the feminine –

We have been here before, women
and we are Eve –
not born of man’s weakness
but in response to it!

She-power
intuits
channels
transforms

We are the beast
wombs pulsing
curves thrashing
our collective hearts
life affirming

Let us shatter glass illusions
hold our sisters, mothers, children
in heart-centered conviction

align our voices
stand firm
and channel this righteous rage
into empowered revelation.

(Art mine with an AI boost)

Disillusionment

What is the fallout of oppression –
misinformation ignoring collective needs?

Focus on we, as if we is me, and
they are the reason our attempts fail

Assertiveness has no hold
when obligations are cheapened

And time/ history is ignored
for a feel-good moment now.

How does one decipher the nonsense
weed through the flimsy constructs

And realign with a vision –
powered by love for all?

(Image my own)

Commentary

Prevarication
the new hegemony

Lawlessness mocks
governing principles

Body of democracy
faltering beneath weight

archaic ideologies –
dangerous take on leadership.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Possessed

Does resolution follow inquisition?
History suggests otherwise…

Yet, here we are
seeking enlightenment,
counting on understanding
to amend the unresolved

Wrestling with denial
praying that research
will unravel falsities,
berate the inappropriate

Good and evil vying
for omnipotence
each of us personally engaged

Righteousness
such a vile possession.

(Image my own)

Political

Words have lost clarity
definitions slipping
societal fog

One cries freedom
while another gasps
for breath…

Is destiny a one-manned
sailboat navigating
ambiguous waters?

Or have we fallen,
poked the beast
of destruction?

(Image my own)

Disillusioned

How did this chasm,
this canyon of lies
become our normal?

Facts, once the sword
of intellect, redundant –
we fight with hyperbole

Voices raised, egos puffed –
I long for calm, doubt
we have the wherewithal
to bridge the divide.

(Image my own)

Uncertain Times

Like living in the shadow
of a volcano, each complacency
shaken by treacherous rumbles

While some seek equality
others chew on bitter lack
and who profits when

tempers succumb to
the hot lava of anarchy?

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

After the Storm

Silent aftermath
sanctity violated
nuance exploded –
Will democracy endure?
What grows beneath the ashes?

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuston. Image my own.)

Gobsmacked

Remaining silhouette
of a leader –
hero was expected –
instead, hit with quirkiness

Unaffected by indifference
accepting his alibis
his ego bloodies
we remain strangers

Ride along
as hive buzzes lies
he sulks at refusals
commands attention

Reputation shredded
still holds appeal
gobsmacked intelligence –
and so it goes on.

(Image my own.)

The Colour of Change

I crave orange –
not the shade of deceit
oozing in political corners

I seek fiery tones
the hues of transformation
the promise beyond this cocoon.

(Image my own.)