23- Hypnotic Methods

On 03/16/202303/16/2023 By Susan St.PierreIn Words 'n' such Poetry5 Comments

You can choose to do any of the following.

Choose at least two words from the below word cloud in your piece.
Guess the theme and use it.
Use synonyms of two words in case these words do not appeal to you.

Or use the theme and/or words in any other manner you like.

Hypnotic Methods

There is useful stroboscopic form in repeated lies.
A designed hypnosis on those who seek to ‘belong’.
That propagandized system breeds allies.
There is useful stroboscopic form in repeated lies.
Who believes tales oft recycled is unwise.
Too few will e’er admit when they are wrong.
There is useful stroboscopic form in repeated lies.
A designed hypnosis on those who seek to ‘belong’.

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/reenas-xploration-challenge-272/

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday 2/1/23- Delicious are Dreamers

On 02/01/202302/01/2023 By Susan St.PierreIn Words 'n' such Poetry2 Comments

Use ESCAPE as your inspiration this week.

You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

Three Lines
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

Delicious are Dreamers

Hide your mind from topics too cruel for your delicate hearts,
And discount ugliness for a safe escape to enchantment.
For tender ‘dreamers’ make the most delicious dish of tyrants.

https://ronovanwrites.com/2023/02/01/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-47-use-escape-as-your-inspiration-this-week/

The Sunday Whirl #589- I See Your Outrage, Here’s Mine.

On 01/22/202301/23/2023 By Susan St.PierreIn Writing Prompts2 Comments

I See Your Outrage, Here’s Mine

“Watch me all you want!”

Jamuh shouted at his neighbors as they each stood staring at him from behind glass. Someone had already reported him twice!

The 4th Covid lockdown had turned almost all usually rational, friendly, people into danger averse cowards. Jamuh was having none of this nonsense. All he could do was challenge the gathering mentality of “sheep” and disrupt their mass insanity.

“I suppose me walking alone outdoors upsets your silly sense of safety! Do you see a murder being committed or a victim you hope will die?!”

Jamuh had been suddenly cut off from traveling, dining out, and going to work only because his instincts had told him that the “shot” was going to be ineffective and possibly dangerous. Hadn’t anyone learned from the past?

“YOU KNOW WHAT’S DANGEROUS?! FOOLS WHO THINK THEY CAN TELL OTHERS WHAT TO DO!”

As he stomped round the corner, his flesh crawled. He thought no one could craft a better tactic for implementing government totalitarianism than this virus even if he worked directly for the CCP.

He’d never told anyone else what to do yet he was supposed to be some kind of criminal?

“One day they’ll find out how they’ve been used as enforcers for the state…as guinea pigs… and as agents of their own destruction.”

As he made the circle toward home, Jamuh had calmed. He knew no one would hunt him down and apologize for all of this. He’d never ask them to either, as long as they all learned to mind their own business.

{FYI-The name Jamuh means “defiant”.}

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/22/wordle-589/

Once upon a time…

On 04/14/2014 By Susan St.PierreIn In my humble opinion..., Memories of the Farm4 Comments

I happened upon a vendor, at the flea market, this weekend. She was selling old beaten, yet still useful, metal trucks. My heart was happy at the memories stirred by these relics. Days spent riding them over the grass hills of my backyard with my brother. Tumbling and laughing …oblivious of their sharp edges and lead paint…we used them in the unintended ways kids do with toys.
Out of nowhere, I remembered Halloween and the fun we had roaming our neighborhood until 10:00 pm! I reminisced for a moment with the vendor. We shared a happy talk of pillowcases filled with candy and the knowing we were safe because we knew our neighbors.
“Now, Halloween is limited to an hour and a half .” I sighed. “Oh well, the kids won’t miss what they never had, I guess.” I walked away with a heavy heart.

The next vendor had a metal Popgun for sale. He wanted $20.00 for memory’s sake and I held the toy, not daring to buy, but allowing myself the memories of me, as Annie Oakley once again. Jamming the barrel with dirt that would go off, with a pop and a puff, was not the intended use, of course. Such happy times…

I’d just had a birthday so reminiscing was near, anyway. The rest of the morning held flashbacks to the happiest times riding in the back of pick-up trucks and on top of hay wagons, with the breeze and treetops at my cheek.
Building campfires on an old dirt road and learning to swim without life vests in the ponds and creeks, came back. Using a wood-burning set without incident and at an “inappropriate” age and the “Thing Maker” with molten goop producing plastic bugs. Riding an, at least 1000 lb horse, bareback at the age of 6 and wandering about the cows, who weighed the same, without fear nor injury because I had been taught about caution. Oh yes, and building bows with arrows of sharpened sticks with the Barlow pocketknife grandpa bought for me. Building jumps for my spider bike and riding with no hands…feet upon the handles…producing some scrapes and bruises, but what a ride! Climbing to the tops of trees and silos and getting scared but holding tight and cheering “like a gold medalist” when I, once again, found the ground.
These things are dangerous and won’t happen any more…why? Because no modern child would attempt them. They haven’t any way to test themselves…to learn caution as they grow by “uping” the ante of self-reliance. All they know is “You mustn’t try. You mustn’t risk. Your judgement is flawed.Don’t get hurt.”
Kids are taught to fear, now. A fine beginning to taming them…self-reliance is dangerous, you know.
Wild colts can turn into sheep.

Kids won’t miss, what they never had…