“Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought.
To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.
To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool.
To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen.
To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies.
To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.”
A farmer went out
to sow his seed
it fell here and there
as its nature decreed
some upon the path
a feast for the birds
some on rocky ground
where it was soon sunburned
some among cur thorns
which choke life and loot
yet some on good ground
where the seed could take root
that seed formed a crop
a harvest for years
So whoever has ears Saleh – let them hear
Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2017 prompt is in honour of today’s interviewee, Kay Ryan, who was the sixteenth poet laureate of the USA. Maureen challenges us to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and if possible, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.
He told them, “The secret of the kingdom of God has been given to you.
But to those on the outside everything is said in parables so that,
“‘they may be ever seeing but never perceiving,
and ever hearing but never understanding;
otherwise they might turn and be forgiven!’” – Mark 4:9-12
He also said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. All by itself the soil produces grain—first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come.” – Mark 4:26-29