The Parade’s A Charade

 

charade

The parade’s a charade,

a slick, glossy cavalcade,

Speeches and spectacle,

all so humble and respectable.

Visions  stirring impassioned,

crowds in rapture fastened.

Loyal factions wage their battle,

words hurled back and forth, rattle.

revival

Allegiances are made and sworn,

while some question intention; are torn.

Carnival barkers luring for attention,

the flock gather at their hallowed convention.

carnival

The parade’s a charade,

lulled by the serenade.

The old cat and the canary,

made festive and merry.

cat and

Dressed in their finest;  black tie affairs,

hucksters pitching their wares.

Packs of wolves, preying on the weak,

oblique, they talk in doublespeak.

No rules apply  in this escapade,

call it what you want, a spade’s a spade.

The house of cards is crumbling, ready to fall,

there’s no winners, losers all.

The parade’s a charade,

a monster’s what we’ve made.

Thank’s to Richard for the idea.

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7 thoughts on “The Parade’s A Charade

  1. Nicely done!

    For some reason, I thought of Ted Kooser, who was poet laureate (consultant to the Library of Congress) in, I think, 2005-6. One online site described him this way: “Ted Kooser is known for his honest, accessible verse that celebrates the quotidian and captures a vanishing way of life.”

    Here is one small example of his work, his early work as it happens. An oldie but a goodie, as they say. I think you will see immediately what makes this poem work so well–that controlled imager, which comes back in an unexpected and powerful way.

    Carrie

    “There’s never an end to dust
    and dusting,” my aunt would say
    as her rag, like a thunderhead,
    scudded across the yellow oak
    of her little house. There she lived
    seventy years with a ball
    of compulsion closed in her fist,
    and an elbow that creaked and popped
    like a branch in a storm. Now dust
    is her hands and dust her heart.
    There’s never an end to it.

    from Sure Signs, University of Pittsburgh Press, 1980

    Thanks for sharing your latest.

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    1. Thank you Richard so much. I appreciate the compliment on my piece and the snippet of the poem that you chose. It reminded me of my mother, who grew up during the 20’s and 30’s, in rural West Virginia. She used to say, which according to her was a common expression back then, “you have to eat a peck of dirt before you die, and then it’s back to the dirt”. I know I am not saying it the exact way she said it, but that is what this reminded me of. The endless battle with dust. We fight it and fight it, but in the end we become that very dust.
      Ted has accomplished something remarkable. I like that style of writing, it captures the ordinary, and makes it vivid and picturesque in nature. The writer makes an observation, and with words it becomes deeply insightful wisdom. The references he uses are strong and make a connection with nature; storms, trees, time and movement. I can picture the scene in my head, visually, and hear the creaks and pops.
      I don’t think I am skilled enough to do a critique, my vocabulary is limited,
      I find myself unable to write in any other style, other than one with a rhyming pattern and that limits and confines me to delve into other forms of expression.
      I attempted haiku, but I did them wrong. It had been so long since I had written them in school. I knew it was 5/7/5 pattern, but I thought it was words, not syllables. I should just take those off of this blog.
      The idea for this piece came from you. I think I was inspired and driven by the election, and the political process. I probably was also inspired by religion.
      My next idea; what I had been thinking of for some time, was two pieces with same title, and totally different points of view. I started it already, but never finished. It is somewhere in one of my many notebooks of unfinished ramblings.
      The content of my writing has shifted from a personal nature, to more social issues that concern me. I do feel handicapped greatly because of my poor decision to discontinue my education, before finishing. I still feel I have lost so much.
      I do appreciate your time, comments, and advice. The example of Ted’s work is also a nice inspiration. Thank you for passing it along.

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    2. Richard, I have another piece that is really personal, it has to do with the war and my father. it’s about something that happened that he told me about. I wrote something, but it troubles me, I don’t know if I should submit it. Since you are a real writer I would like to know if you can read it, and see what you think. I do not want to disrespect my father, but I need to understand if I am blaming him for something that I should not. I don’t want to send it through here. It may be offensive to some. I am anti-war.

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      1. Actually made me think too..your posts made me think about what’s happening back home, the Philippines. I can relate especially now that we’re watching what’s happening in our country from the outside and our hearts cry for the negative things we see on the news and it’s really hard to accept sometimes..indeed your piece is an eye opener and I see it as a reminder for us to care and be aware of what’s “really” happening around us.

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  2. I’m glad that my posts make you think. I never thought I would, or could write anything that dealt with social issues, but that seems to be what I have been doing the most of lately. I have really become more aware about the negative and harmful things that I see all around me. I want to contribute in some way, I don’t know how much of an impact I have, or if I can turn anyone around and make them think more compassionately about their fellow man. It is worth the try. I am so happy to be able to connect with people from all over the world who are struggling and feel disenfranchised or feel a sense of injustice.

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