For the Ronovan Decima challenge No.33
Prompt word - Blind on rhyme C
Revealed religion is a way
of mapping out a path to peace,
those seeking to have love increase
on pilgrimage to judgement day.
Who judges though is hard to say.
Uncertain but yet hardly blind
we raise our children to be kind
and hesitate to know a god.
Like Frost, we take a path less trod,
a way evolving, not designed.
My contribution to the Ronovan Decima Challenge 31:
Sleep on B rhyme
Forgive me. I used to awake
to the sound of your smile asleep
beside me, a smile buried deep
inside me. Now there is an ache
embedded there for my mistake.
And years do not diminish how
I lightly tore apart the vow
we made while looking at the sea,
the moonlight sealing silently
a love that was - but is not now.
Revealed religion is a way
of mapping out the road to peace,
seeking to have love increase
until the judgement day.
Who judges though is hard to say;
there's much opinion on that theme,
which strand is paramount, which scheme
affords the greatest sway.
There're many actors in the play,
their scripts confuse and agitate,
add little to the great debate
of whom to disobey.
Rabbis, priests, muezzins, grey
with worry if they've got it right
in their promotion of the fight
for souls, are rarely gay.
They, no doubt, fret that they'll betray
their version of a vengeful god
who's liberal with the wrathful rod
in this grim affray.
Yet most of us, we know we're clay.
Uncertain but yet hardly blind,
we raise our children to be kind,
then quietly decay.
Decima Challenge 31 from Ronovan. Prompt word on A rhyme:- One
The Metaphysics of Love
Metaphysical poet Donne,
forbidding mourning with a jest,
wrote (his beloved most impressed),
'Our two souls therefore, which are one'
can act like compasses for fun.
He then describes a metaphor
that has seduction at it's core,
made to have a joyful ending,
two souls happily ascending,
having their fill but wanting more.
Ronovan Haiku Challenge 331 – Prompt: First and Heal
Fracas Now now, no Trumptrums! A bit of Biden first aid? Harris to heal US?
In through the nose, out through the mouth,
feel the lungs fill like a balloon
reviving your spermatozoon,
your ideas now travelling south.
You first are a aware of a growth
in your groin, sufficient in scale
to indicate that you are male.
All other concerns are reduced,
overtaken, lost and seduced
by needs to be met and - 'Exhale'!
(A view from the UK- source: The Morning Star.)
WE don’t know with any certainty which representative
of the contending factions in the US ruling class will be
head of state for the next four years and thus commander-in-chief of a military force that is larger than its biggest rivals combined.
This question matters greatly to people in the US who are
the victims of a mismanaged, even sabotaged, public-health
response to the Covid-19 crisis, who face runaway unemployment, continuing racist violence, a renewed assault on
their union rights, civil liberties and women’s reproductive
rights and a sordid system of migration controls that leaves
tens of millions in precarious and low-paid jobs subject to
arrest and deportation. And voteless.
It matters less to billions of people throughout the world
for whom the choice of which imperialist warmonger
resides in the White House make little difference to the
way in which the US affects their daily lives.
Whether they live in a Latin American barrio, a bombed
out Middle-Eastern village or scratch a living from a
scorched patch of African savannah the fine distinctions
that appear so great to the liberal commentariat in the
western press appear trivial.
The liberal consensus about US democracy and the ridiculous rhetoric about this imperial behomoth being the
“leader of the free world” looks even more shaky as Trump
insists that before the vote is counted he has won, that not
every vote can be counted and if it is it is thus fraudulent.
As this election demonstrates, despite the illusions that
liberals harbour about US democracy, the presidential electoral system – devised originally to provide a firewall to
protect slavery – is not designed to give a perfect expression
of the popular will.
What is distinctive about this, and the previous election, is strikingly similar to the situation in our country.
The binary nature of the political system is breaking
down under the impact of the structural crises of the capitalist system and the consequent divisions in the ruling
In both Britain and the US, elements in capital have
struck out to assert class interests that depart from the
priorities the biggest sections of monopoly capital regard as
inviolable. In doing so they have sought, with some success,
to win over more working people than traditionally align
themselves with any section of the ruling class.
The US election turns on the working class in mid-western industrial states that voted twice for Obama on the
expectation of a change that did not come — and opted for
Trump last time because his rhetoric on jobs and incomes
resonated more than did Clinton’s neoliberal class arrogance.
Julius Nyerere, the first president of independent Tanzania, is said to have remarked that the US was, like his own, a
single-party state, “but with typical American extravagance
it has two of them”.
The two capitalist parties of the North American bourgeoisie are shape-shifting creatures that, as do all parties,
reflect the way in which capital reorganises production
and thus social life.
Workers’ jobs are outsourced to low-wage economies
and sacrificed to Wall Street and the City of London and
this has changed the ground on which class and political
struggle is conducted.
In both the US and in Britain capital temporarily set aside
its own divisions and asserted its corporate and ideological power to marginalise the challenges that Sanders and
Corbyn both represented.
On both sides of the water the prospects for the left
depend critically on the re-entry of the working class into
politics in its own interest and not as the auxiliaries of
either tendency in the ruling class.
My effort for the Ronovan Haiku Challenge 330: COLD and Fall
Under the Weather
That terrible cold;
sneezing and his nose running
like a waterfall.