Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Dire Straits

 











War is a game that the oligarchs play
to confirm their importance and try to portray
their significance and their efficacy,
and how they're remembered in history.

Like chess, it requires a great strategy:

are you willing to sacrifice all of your pawns

out-thinking the enemy with hope they’ll abscond?
A game on a board would have much clearer stakes:

an unhindered view to opponent’s mistakes– 

being able to see your opponent’s reaction
without obstruction or distraction.

But with lack of experience, how can you contend?
A player not only attacks, but defends–
you can’t hide intent inside lies of omission,

atonement not found in some act of contrition.
Balance and strategy are learned over time–
the more understanding, the higher you climb.

knowing how to refrain when you think you should strike,

reigning your words when you want to incite.
To confront with no foresight, in anger and spite
only prolongs the ongoing fight.

And your short term successes and minor defeats

have yet to inspire a hasty retreat–

you can’t solve or resolve or even the score

when opponent won’t cede to your ongoing war.


© Ginny Brannan 2026


Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Checkmate

















You quote your “triumphs” tooth and nail,
song and verse, so well rehearsed;
you seek to have your followers align–
They hang on every word

as if you speak the Gospel truth
the epitome of Jesus Christ, defined.
Non-answers are your answer

attacking the attacker

you obfuscate while making an excuse.

And nobody is “winning,”

can we go back to beginning?
Those promises you made were just a ruse.


But kindness doesn’t shout
and never seeks the spotlight
it doesn’t boast of everything its done.

It doesn’t shun the world
nor treat others unfairly,

nor base success on what is lost or won.

While some are meant for greatness

clearly some are not
relevance is not found in some name;
yet when precedence is set

it's best you don’t forget…
that not all of us are subject to your game.


No matter how you try

the truth won’t be denied

you cannot bury everything you’ve done

How long will it take

until you make your last mistake?

I believe the countdown has begun…


© Ginny Brannan 2026
















Political Cartoon by Nick Anderson Jan. 2025

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

How Did You Know?

 












naive and clueless,
I stumbled upon you


and you? witty, sharp
always the rebel


you cracked the shell

calmed the chaos
the 'yin' to my yang


bonded, yet alone,
we move forward


 …still (and always) becoming


© GB 2026


My attempt at minimalistic poetry. It may be too minimal, too vague, but again, that's the point. There is a story in this that comes full circle, timeline condensed. If you know, you know. With gratitude.


Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Honoring Our "Mother"

 











Emerald lands and sapphire seas
her wealth is in diversity,

we relish every sight and sound
from many, one; and so we’re bound.

Even those with smallest talent
take part in this precious balance.

So we make a covenant
before destruction’s imminent,

and seek the knowledge that we need

found inside her lands and seas.
Upon this fragile jewel we spin
and hold onto our hope, within.


© Ginny Brannan 2026


Honoring Earth Day 2026

Image: Piqsels.com

Saturday, April 18, 2026

Existentially Speaking


 























traveling through space

small and insignificant
in a sea of stars


eight billion voices

our words do not hold meaning

where the silence speaks


lost in the vacuum

a single footprint in time

molded in the dust


we search for answers

inside hidden worlds and words
seeking translation


from darkness to life

we come into existence

searching for light



© ginny brannan 2026



Haiku day was April 17th.  


A few haikus, existentially speaking.



Saturday, April 4, 2026

In Dreams


 














Implausible, or so it seems

but real or not, can you conceive

the truth that hides inside our dreams?

Where deep within such altered state

the past and present interweave.

and hidden secrets come to light
in rhythmic breathing of the night;

and all the things we dare not say

slip the confines of the day

to acquiesce. reshape, refine

and coalesce inside our mind.

Somewhere in this tug of war,

the soul cries out for want of more:

the long forgotten touch of skin

the ardor hidden in a look

a thirst, found quenched in our rapport,

the heat exploding from within,

new worlds to map, and to explore–

for now we tread this in-between

 and bide our time inside a dream.


© Ginny Brannan 2026