No truth in the booth

When it comes to directives, maybe it’s more about perspectives.

No truth in the booth

An acrostic selection on the pending election

Conflict and chaos send voters awhirl,

As contrary claims are debunked, truth grows muddled.

No ballots are counted, but we’ve come hinged.

Don’t we know better by now?

It’s clear the world’s gone topsy-turvy.

Debaters dig deep for dirt, and vice-versa.

Ask anybody. Even the future’s door is turned upside down.

Time for a reset. We’re not gonna find a Savior on the ballot.

Everything changes when we realize this isn’t really our home.

Suppose we remember the Lord isn’t running for President.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about some change in your life which came about because you opened a door. (29)

31 Writing Prompts: If you could go one place in the world, where would it be? (29)

OctPoWriMo: - “upside down” – with “topsy-turvy,” “vice versa,” “contrary,” “unhinged,” and “muddled” – ACROSTIC POEM (29)

#OctPoWriMo 

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Losing sleeple for the people

Sold too cheap, we’re losing sleep.

Making waves in the caves

A rising heat wave draws us down,

Accepting pathways underground.

The tiller, held by shady soul,

As shadows lengthen, guides to Sheol.

The hidden pilot looks to laugh,

For we have lost the narrow path.

Our leaky craft is sinking slow;

Still, we delight in undertow.

We sit and sigh, enjoy the ride.

Each freely mocks the other side.

We call it “liberty” hard-fought;

Authentic freedom we’ve forgot.

“It’s for the people,” we exclaim,

Although we have ourselves to blame.

Each face is red, betraying heart.

We’ve raised deceit to highest art.

So, chasing thrills, we’ve ceded sight.

The answer lives within the light.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

Five-Minute Friday: “hidden”
Meme Express: “heat wave”
Shadow Shot Sunday: “lengthening shadows”

Simply Snickers: “for the people”

Six Word Saturday/Show My Face: “Describe your life in six words.”
Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “art”
Theme Thursday: “red”

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Extra! Extra! Plead All About It: A-Z verses from vintage visages

Extra! Extra! Plead All About It

Unless I find some new ice cream,

I might resort to plans extreme.

The extra topping may be poured

Of wisdom’s gems let go, ignored.

My attitude is misconstrued.

Perhaps I need some solitude.

Exciting though the outcome be,

It’s simply not my cup of tea.

Opinions expert miss the goal.

Misgivings meet misplaced control.

And here’s the scoop. No need to wait.

Thus wins the loser candidate.

The multicolored re-spun quotes,

Like foamy frost on root beer floats,

Leave me unsatisfied at best.

We’re finished, and we’ve failed the test.

Democracy has been replaced.

Hypocrisy it’s about-faced.

No celebration’s toast with cheers,

But we’ll be back in four more years.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), as well as these prompts:

• Daily Post: “solitude”
• Meme Express: “exciting” and “expert”
• One-Minute Writer: “giving”
• Simply Snickers: “extra” and “extreme”
• Thursday Challenge: “multicolored”
• Writer’s Workshop: “finished”

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