Persona Non Grata

(this festive traditional Central-Italian dish serves entire populations of citizens)

INGREDIENTS:

♦ faith in God
if unavailable, any stable moral-ethical framework can be used

♦ esteem for traditional cultural values

♦ willingness to say what you think

♦ hatred of Political Correctness

1) wake up in the morning and breathe
rinse your mind and other ingredients well from previous day’s brain-washing

2) refuse to believe media propaganda
ask friends/family members to ignore mainstream media & close Facebook accounts

3) believe that God created Man and Woman in Genesis

4) refer to God as He
main ingredient, beware of fire if Feminists/Genderqueer activists are near stove

5) define family as 1 man + 1 woman joined in marriage producing children
let ingredients simmer. Add a pinch of absolute Biblical doctrine if desired

6) critique Cultural Marxism in ALL its manifestations (overt & disguised)

7) dissent from the One-World Techno-Narcissist mindset
algorithms and search-filters complement this dish, but feel free to serve it on its own

Persona Non Grata pairs well with a full-bodied Tuscan Chianti, or Montepulciano
but is especially enhanced by any vintage where the Grapes of Wrath are stored

Prompt #1: provide the reader with instructions on how to do something.
It can be a sort of recipe…

April makes me cringe
(all that poetry-writing
and rebirth of stuff)

IMAGE CREDIT: livingvillacappelli.com

Liberating April

Mar31

She stirs in her cell, unaware she’s free

The keyboards start to click in joyous dread;

For you, O useless reader, hold the key

To rouse this sleeping prisoner from her bed.

Accustomed to her dull imprisoned state

Unused to warmth, she babbles in her cage

She fears, at first, the freedom to create;

Awakening, our muse begins to rage

Across the warming threshold into light,

She strides as verses blossom on the page

To chastise and put winter’s ghosts to flight.

The thawing wind! She shakes her golden hair

And lyric pollination seeds the air . . .

April: National Poetry Month

Mar30

I have participated in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) since 2014. I usually work on drafts of poems during the year and post them during April. This year my poetic rationale has been transformed from that of previous years. For 2019 I plan to try to follow some of the prompts, though perhaps not all. I have a hard time putting poems out there that have not been obsessively worked on, so this year will be a change for me. I prefer structured rhymed verse to free verse, but I am going to attempt some less-structured writing this year. Here is my prefatory April poem from 2017:

Name that metaphor (half-assed boating)

Polish the brass on your life preserver

Wring out some meaning for dockside observer:

Moorings are tenuous; life is floating.

Plebeia Ovulation-Jones takes on Putin

Mar28

Ain’t no cracka-ass Russian gone touch MY shit growled Plebeia as she filed her rhinestone-studded fake fingernails to a deadly edge. She rolled her enormous seething mass to the edge of the sofa and glared, like a feral heifer, at the massive TV screen from which Vladimir P. beamed forth like an avatar of Orthodoxy.
Y’all betta shut yo’ punk-ass mouth, bitch howled Plebeia.
All y’all Russian girls so damn UGLY Ima hafta git me some SHADES so don’t hafta SEE dat nasty shit.