It's there on the tipping point of our tongues
requiring only breath to voice the hopes that form
the cusp of clarity,
articulating the dropped coin;
the falling into place of change
speaking itself into being.
Words are the currency
of the realms between
thought and action;
the seeds of fruition
grown in the humus
of possibility.
We are now in the provincial aftermath
of neo-liberalism swept
aside by emboldened ideologues
whose sequence of theories
are an underlay of corruption
sandwiched under populism
in a spread of kleptocracy
feeding the pillagers of the commons
in the name of austerity;
a fat cat diet of machinations
nurture an endless rapacity.
The tipping point is already in motion,
neo-liberalism shoved beyond retrieval
by demagogues dancing on the tipping edge;
but a majority do not even need to cross the axle line;
just enough of us,
to use the weight of their own corruption
to upset the applecart for good.
Selected Works, Volume One On Sale
Jerry Prager, author of Legends of the Morgeti vol 1 &2 has published selections of poetry and prose from three of his previously published books, his blog The Well Versed Heart and unpublished works. On Sale at Macondo Books, the Bookshelf, in Guelph and the Eden Mills Writers Fest.
Jerry Prager, author of Legends of the Morgeti vol 1 &2 has published selections of poetry and prose from three of his previously published books, his blog The Well Versed Heart and unpublished works. On Sale at Macondo Books, the Bookshelf, in Guelph and the Eden Mills Writers Fest.
D'Etre Raisins
No sour grapes these,
rather the withered sweetnessof seasons lengthened
to aged fruition
chewed introspectively.
Saturday, June 9, 2018
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