Two hay(na)ku: Greatest Dear Leader & SARS-CoV-2

Day 10 of NaPoWriMo 2020

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Greatest Dear Leader

shun experts
form death squads.
of Lincoln’s
cult of personality.
lies umpeenth
time, gaslights millions.
Unproven cures,
Cover up incompetency.
Lie, cheat, disenfranchise
Steal the election.


in home
grounded by virus
vocabulary enters
lexicon – physical distancing.
little freedom,
save many lives.
little pleasures,
appreciated, when lost.


Now  new normal
for foreseeable future.




Notes:  Day 10 of NaPoWriMo 2020.  The prompt is “is another one from the archives, first suggested to us by long-time Na/GloPoWriMo participant Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012! ”

Here’s my hay(na)ku sonnet from 2015: Alternate Universe.  I was really trying hard to stay away from the whole virus and the orange cheeto thing. But, when things are front and center, it is hard not to think (and write) about it.  The two 30 words hay(na)ku sonnets just spilled out.


Contents Might Cause Explosion

Day 25 NaPoWriMo 2018

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Open with care, the contents are under pressure, it might cause explosion
Shake the bubbly and uncork it, watch the fluid sprite caused explosion.

The seeming indifference, the spurning and the walking away in mock anger,
And then a quick stop, a head flick, and coy eyes ignite, cause explosion.

Comfort and privilege derived not from merit, but from lineage,
Keeping those back in the line from progressing, that slight will cause explosion.

The darkness blanketed forest is stirring from its deep slumber
The dense canopy pierced with the first rays, forest floor ignites and cause explosion.

In mind’s eye ‘Mirage’ is the name of the game, weaving counter narratives
Presenting a disjointed, incomplete life story as noble upon rewrite caused explosion.

The prompt for today is:

Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! (Mine definitely includes the statement: “Do Not Feed More Than Four Cookies Per Hour.”

Penned a ghazal following the prompt today.