by Tricia Knoll
We look to the animal kingdom
to describe some people we know—
shark, worm, fox, hawk, lame duck,
skunk, sheep, rat, sloth, snake, ass—
mostly to describe the worst
traits humans bring to the table.
What strikes fear in me is the face
of the bald-faced liar, a North American
hornet. Its willingness to commit
matricide. Aggressive when
threatened. Defensive.
Clearly striped in black vs. white.
The struggle within its own nest
between a ruler and the workers.
How they chew live pray into gray
fibers to paper their elaborate nest
in blandness. Work with professionals
to take down a nest too near humans.
One can squirt venom
that blinds you
right into your eye.
Beware the bald-faced liar.
Tricia Knoll is sick and tired of hearing T***p's repeated lies and lies and lies. Her most recent collection of poetry is How I Learned To Be White.
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Sunday, July 22, 2018
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AMERICA
by Gil Hoy
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Image from Acropolis Restoration Service |
The stones
of the Acropolis
Are mighty stones,
Weighty stones
Some cracked,
Others stained
Stones of time, tribute
Majesty and merit
of the Acropolis
Are mighty stones,
Weighty stones
Some cracked,
Others stained
Stones of time, tribute
Majesty and merit
Set upon higher ground.
Blue-gray stones set
Above the sea,
Above the hill
And then the world
They are like
what we imagine
Democracy might be
Blue-gray stones set
Above the sea,
Above the hill
And then the world
They are like
what we imagine
Democracy might be
Majority rule,
Minority rights
Free, fair elections
Cooperation,
Compromise.
Blue-gray stones
set above the world
to remind us
That democracies
set above the world
to remind us
That democracies
have flown,
are fleeting.
The stones
of the Acropolis
Are mighty stones,
Weighty stones
of the Acropolis
Are mighty stones,
Weighty stones
Set upon higher ground.
Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer who studied poetry at Boston University through its Evergreen program. Hoy received a B.A. in Philosophy and Political Science from Boston University, an M.A. in Government from Georgetown University, and a J.D. from the University of Virginia School of Law. He served as a Brookline, Massachusetts Selectman for four terms. Hoy’s poetry has appeared (or will be appearing) most recently in Chiron Review, Ariel Chart, Social Justice Poetry, Poetry24, Right Hand Pointing/One Sentence Poems, The Penmen Review, I am not a silent poet, Clark Street Review and TheNewVerse.News.
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