Penned Resistance
Penned Resistance is poetic ink urging us to thInk about what is happening to us, to the U.S., to the world, and all that whirls around and inside us. To thInk as our true selves is to resist the forces that seek to occupy or control our thoughts . . . as an individual, a citizen, a man, a woman, a human, a Yeti.
Penned ink to thInk is a link to our primordial freedom ... our freedom to be who we truly are. Let it ring.
Heorshewas In its Flash ….
- Created: 29 July 2022
In its flash
it took the life … but left the shadow …
intact
it took the life, but left the shadow …
Unlike the true sun …
under which one …
grows and grows until it shows, when lit
a shadow cast
Ablaze these sons of scientific sum
burst forth a different hymn
the dim right of might
that marks the him or her
in shadow … cast
Little Cow Wow
- Created: 09 July 2022
The little cow looking ahead
not looking down on his hooves
behooved why was it the herd were stopped in their tracks
was it a matter of facts
stayed by the flat white picket apparition partition
grooves repeatedly seen as a checkpoint for
defense
He could see at his feet the stripes painted white
under stars and stripes glistening
for the listening herd there was no passing at night
but
for little cow wow there were plenty of thoughts on his brow
Today
- Created: 01 July 2022
July First…we think of
independence
Then we think of how nice it is
to know
dependable
7/01/22
So Your Might,…!! Won’t Awake
- Created: 30 May 2022
Allergies and phobias alike
body and matter of mind
wheals a whirl in mine of whose design
allerions don’t take flight downturned wings
and beakless things falling prey
it’s hard to peak in a pecking order
based in fear
Pho…tics
depictions of you, … in pho-be us or aller…gees
you decide
it’s your body mine your instrument
for you thoughts do unto it with orr’s of ought
the
brought about
To Where ... A Pony Tale
- Created: 21 April 2022
I didn’t tell my dad, he wouldn’t understand
I said I’d be back, but I didn’t say when
he said, “goodbye, son”
but I didn’t know I was leaving…I thought,
“just gone for the night”, but
the TV was gleaming, radiation was beaming
I knew he didn’t know just how far I’d be goin’
