Showing posts with label Rhyme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rhyme. Show all posts

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, 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

Sunday, March 22, 2026

Legacy















God bless the man who stood his ground

and never wavered from the truth.

He stayed his course, duty bound,

exposing lies and travesty

enduring grave indignity–

honor bound in sacred pledge

to take the lawbreaker to task. 

A promise made, a promise kept

the leader, corrupt and inept;

a lawyer with no axe to grind,

leaves his legacy behind
unveiling the hypocrisy,
deception and delinquency,

the fraud and criminality

of the leader, now unmasked.


© Ginny Brannan 2026



Robert Swan Mueller III  8/7/1944 —3/ 20/2026




Robert Mueller was an American Lawyer who served as the sixth director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation from 2001 to 2013  He was a graduate of Princeton University and NY University. He served as a Marine Corps officer during the Vietnam war, receiving a Bronze Star for heroism and a Purple Heart. He later attended University of Virginia School of Law, and served under Presidents George H.W.Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and Barack Obama.


In 2017 Mueller was appointed to special counsel to oversee the investigation into Russian interference in the 2016 Presidential election and related matters. A total of thirty-four individuals and three companies were indicted by Mueller's investigators. Eight have pleaded guilty to or been convicted of felonies, including five Trump associates and campaign officials. None of those five convictions "involved a conspiracy between the campaign and Russians and "Mueller did not charge or suggest charges for whether the Trump campaign worked with the Russians to influence the election”. The investigation was, however, more complex. On May 29, 2019, in a press conference, Mueller stated that "If we had confidence that the president clearly did not commit a crime, we would have said that. We did not, however, make a determination as to whether the president did commit a crime... 

A president cannot be charged with a federal crime while he is in office.

 


Trump claimed the report “proved him innocent”


Source: Wikipedia






Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Undefined

 












I’m drawn to the broken poems

written in imperfect rhyme

painting shadows on a page

where emotions intertwine
Where lines may halt without good reason

breaking formulaic rule;
scripted for some revelation–

a purpose-driven, cryptic sign?

Or a puzzle with some hidden meaning,
meant for someone else to find.


Hiding truth protects the bearer,

in life riddled with old scars

candor hurts as well as heals

and yet, defines just who we are.

With no proof that you are worthy

I build a wall till trust is gained
not meant to hide my broken parts
but to protect all that remains.


Our stories lie outside the lines

and sometimes in the broken poems:

where two divergent souls align

in friendship from a different time.

Some might say that “It’s a sign”
I just call it ‘undefined’

© Ginny Brannan 2026


Friday, November 21, 2025

Bulbancha

 



















There sits an almost eerie chill

on these cobblestone sidewalks and empty streets

where footsteps of a storied past 

can still be heard while the city sleeps.

Scrolled wrought iron balconies

overlook the avenue;

gaslights fade in the early dawn,

the jazz clubs silent and subdued.

The hectic pace is different here

slower, almost cavalier

as the “Easy” spins her silken web

on all who choose her streets to tread.

Through the shrouded morning mist

a single silhouette appears

its darkened presence more distinct
than the apparitions of yesteryear.

Slow, a new day has begun…

her ghosts are fading with the sun

while in the purview of their gaze,

their spirits keep the city safe.


Ginny Brannan 2025


Bulbancha is the Choctaw (Native American) name for New Orleans.


Image credit: David Florentine, Florentine Photography.com. Shared with me by a friend from NOLA

Monday, September 22, 2025

Files! Files! Crocodiles!!


 









And so the emperor stands his ground, lest he be exposed,

lest we see him naked: no makeup or no clothes.

The lies come rolling off his tongue of drug lords on the seas,

while with intent he sinks the boats just to firm his needs.

A war with Venezuela would ensure a longer term

“Leadership Forever,” no matter how infirm.

Don’t say I didn’t warn ya when Zelenskyy made his visit
–Laws and rules do not apply when dealing with ‘illicit’

Deep inside our jester’s head was dropped a craven seed

taking root in blackened heart where it grows like a weed


There can be no dissension, no discourse in the ranks

he certainly will never cede should his favor tank.

He makes you think he’s set his sights on outside evil-doers

trans and gays and blacks and browns and democratic losers

He’s silenced all the laughter, he cannot take a joke

I hesitate to think what’s next, what new hell he’ll invoke
And so he tricks his followers, dividing “us” from “them.”
Yet, no matter what he says, we’re all Americans.


What trouble would he go to, to try to circumvent?
How many would he “disappear” to show his discontent?
as he denies and doubles down against all allegations

won’t even stop at killing to prevent incarceration.

He’s calls arrests on anyone that does not agree,

He’d throw us all in prison, then throw away the key.

A madman with a following, we’ve seen this one before…

and yet among his followers he’s losing some allure.

We may yet land in Florida, among the crocodiles...

Oh! the steps he’s taking, to not “Release the Files.”


Image credit to site Dreamstime.com

© Nattysiri