resistance – radical druid

Here and There

Published on August 3, 2025

You there
with the blank stare
pretending not to care
acting like you’re not even there
seeming so unaware
nothing to share
nowhere

You there
in your armchair
smug it’s not your affair
offering up your thoughts and prayer
with a sense of laissez-faire
while sirens blare
somewhere

You there
on the top stair
it is not my fault, you swear
they found their way into my lair
and with no time to spare
I did not dare
to care

You there
your cupboards bare
crying out it’s not fair
how could I have been more aware
avoided this hurtful snare
stayed on the square
out there

You there
with the blank stare
are you even really there
when the whole social fabric tears
will you begin to care
about this shared
nightmare?

04 Aug 2025

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I Love Our Little Talks

Published on July 29, 2025

Don’t tell me who you stand against
or what you would cut down.
Instead, describe the work you do
and how your world has grown.

Don’t tell me what I should resist
or who we both should hate.
Instead, tell me about your life
and why it is so great.

Don’t tell me how you feel about it
without saying why.
Instead, share things that make you smile
and what things make you try.

Don’t tell me when I should stand up
and walk the path with you.
Instead, convince me with your actions
and what you can do.

Don’t tell me where you draw the line
between what’s right and wrong.
Instead, show me the world you’d make
where everyone belongs.

29 JUL 2025

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On Sharing the Wealth

Published on July 29, 2025

If you do not add something of yourself
to everything you choose to pass along,
what kind of an inheritance is that?
Why should your downstream children give a damn?

What good is simply sharing more bad news?
How does that help us to improve our lot?
There is no solidarity in that,
just mindless repetition, nothing more.

If all you do is blithely sing along,
what matter if your protest is heartfelt?
If you would fight the mindless, faceless crowd,
it must be with your own identity.

So share a little something of yourself
when you repeat some bit of what you’ve seen,
or else what difference that it comes from you?
You have a song to sing like no one else.

Why did you share that last report or meme?
Do you have nothing of your own to add?
It must mean something to you, after all,
or else why waste your time and energy?

27 JUL 2025

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Ignorance <> Bliss: sonnet (terza rima)

Published on July 9, 2025

If ignorance is bliss, why are so few
of us enraptured by our current state,
imagining so much left us to do

and in a worried struggle with our fate?
That does not seem so blissful or serene.
We try, but often miscommunicate

and fail to share with others what we mean.
This leaves us in the dark, and quite alone,
afraid that our own shadows are obscene.

It does no good to live life like a stone.
The human spirit cries to become more,
to grow and learn beyond mere flesh and bone.

If ignorance is merely our cocoon,
we must try metamorphosis – and soon.

09 Jul 2025

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No Substitute for Progress: qasida

Published on June 22, 2025

Salutations and our greeting.
Welcome to this special meeting.
As you know, our time is fleeting,
so please take your assigned seating.

We control a heart that’s beating.
Ever forward, no retreating.
Never mind the lambs, their bleating
will grow softer. They’re just tweeting.

Taste the fatted calf we’re eating,
as this project nears completing,
raised free-range, on grain, no cheating,
farm-to-table, heart still beating.

All the numbers say we’re beating
anyone who tried competing.
We’re as sound as central heating.
Our position is concreting.

Still, this message bears repeating:
going soft is self-defeating.
Never mind the weak entreating
you for mercy in defeating.

This concludes our special meeting.
Please return your hood and sheeting.
The exit survey you’re completing
keeps our cause from obsoleting.

22 Jun 2025

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With a Whisper: rhopalic verse

Published on June 20, 2025

A little whispering, un-hearable
by any listening un-awakened,
can convey purposeful information.

It appears trivial, unimportant,
to someone expecting revelation,
but supports meaningful activity.

On hearing transmitted encouragement,
the human animal transmogrifies.
It becomes completely integrated.

20 Jun 2025

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The Edge of War: Keatsian (English) ode

Published on June 17, 2025

Let fly the cannonballs and fiery stuff,
release the fire arrows in the night!
They don’t already know it, but enough
is more than quite enough. It’s time to fight.
What good is mere diplomacy and talk,
when no one listens or misunderstands?
There is no point in waiting any more.
Our greatest weapons will leave them in shock.
When it comes right down to it, no one can
resist the subtle serpent’s song of war.

What good is it, resisting such a force?
It gathers in momentum by the day,
and casts aside all reason. Why? Of course,
because some people love to hear drums play,
and safely, from the hilltops, watch the scene
where lesser men and boys succumb and die,
and count it victory when money’s made.
What does it matter, winning? What’s it mean?
Who knows what is the truth, and what’s a lie,
when the glory and the trumpets fade?

Let loose the hounds of hell, and let them run,
among the poor and hungry fools who fight.
The battle ends before the war’s begun,
a pre-decided case of right and might.
Imagine this scenario’s a test,
a way for culling ignorance from bliss,
to see who gets it, or nothing instead.
What good is knowing who knows what is best,
or wanting to believe the world wants this?
There are no heroes there among the dead.

17 Jun 2025

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Tag: resistance

Here and There

I Love Our Little Talks

On Sharing the Wealth

Ignorance <> Bliss: sonnet (terza rima)

No Substitute for Progress: qasida

With a Whisper: rhopalic verse

The Edge of War: Keatsian (English) ode