Monchielle Stanza Notes

Another form to try

About the Jez of It

Created by the popular Norwegian poet, Jim T. Henriksen the Monchielle consists of four five-line stanzas. Each line is six syllables, preferably Iambic trimeter. The first line forms the refrain at the beginning of each stanza and lines three and five rhyme giving the following rhyme layout



Arcane Blue by Jez Farmer

I dream in arcane blue
as stars begin to shine,
in sleep, I feel your love
as heart entwines with grace,
I touch the night above.

I dream in arcane blue
of days that fled the moon,
in hopes that I will find,
the one who stands by me,
and walks the same long wynd.

I dream in arcane blue
then reach to clouds on high,
embrace the stars that shine,
within the pulse of night,
and know my heart is thine.

I dream in arcane blue,
oh, goddess, queen of all,

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HILLARY WAS RIGHT … for some reason WordPress didn’t provide the link. I didn’t realize until this morning, when someone commented about my three-word editorial.

aunt polly's rants

These people are definitely deplorable.

What’s even more deplorable is that they were able to breach security at the Capital so easily & walk through the halls like tourists. You know as well as I do that if they were #BLM or a million women in pussy hats or anti-war protesters from my childhood, teargas & rubber bullets would have greeted them.

This is only the beginning. Trump may have “pledged” to the transition to Biden’s coming administration, but he hasn’t conceded & he is still insisting that the election was “stolen” from him, setting up a “lost cause” scenario, which gives his followers a reason to continue fighting. Which is also deplorable.

Hillary was right. Perhaps she should change her name to Cassandra.

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what needs to happen

I have the same feelings

First, invoke the 25th Amendment and remove Trump’s power and authority. Second, impeach him again, and this time do it right. Third, appoint a Special Counsel to investigate Trump specifically in regard to yesterday’s insurrection.

That first step, invoking the 25th, is critically important. I don’t think we can afford to wait two more weeks for Trump to be removed. I don’t think he’s emotionally stable enough to trust for…hell, for another day. So yeah, I think it’s necessary for Vice President Pence to get together with Trump’s cabinet and invoke the 25th Amendment in order to remove Trump’s control of the nuclear arsenal, to take him out of the chain of military command, and to remove his power to issue pardons. I think we have to neuter his presidential authority, because yesterday he demonstrated more clearly than ever that he simply can’t be trusted to wield that power responsibly.

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The Beginning of the Trump Coup and Insurgency: It is Not Going Away

The Inglorius Padre Steve's World

Friends of Padre Steve’s World,

I have longed warned that President Trump and his supporters would not go quietly. I have lost count of the number of warnings I have given since Trump announced his candidacy in 2015 and how he described the loyalty of his supporters when he said “I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody and I wouldn’t lose any voters, okay? It’s, like, incredible…” 

At the time many thought that he was joking. I knew he wasn’t  joking because I had run ins with those supporters long before he ever announced his candidacy. They were a ready made constituency. Since the late 1980s frustrated conservatives led by pundits like Rush Limbaugh and dozens of others, Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich, hundreds of right wing radical pastors, and an increasingly radicalized Republican Party with the Tea Party Movement, and the Congressional Freedom Council.

Over the past three…

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Monday Memory

I never got sick when I was a kid. I never got the mumps or any of the other childhood sicknesses – my brothers & sisters did – but I didn’t. Several of my siblings got sick enough to have to go to the hospital – they had to have their tonsils out or whatever – my one sister had to have her appendix out. I was always jealous of my hospitalized siblings. One – they got to go to the hospital – in the city – a glorious place – like Oz. Two – all kinds of fuss was made over them – none over me, of course – I wasn’t sick! I was perfectly fine! Three – & most important – they got all kinds of new toys. I well remember the beautiful new Skipper doll my sister got – with the bendable legs – & the beautiful glossy brown hair – & the brand-new turquoise-blue carrying case filled with clothes – oh, I was so jealous! I got her old straight-leg blonde Skipper – I always got everyone’s hand-me-downs. Years later, I butched her hair & drew in black eyeliner – the original punk Skipper doll. I wish I still had her, honestly.

I did get sick, of course. I got colds & once in a while, I got the flu. When I was eight or so, I was sick enough to miss a day of school & my mother went out to get some medicine & ginger ale – she left me alone in the house – I was sleeping on the sofa. That’s how it was back in the day. We all knew not to open to door to any stranger & I wouldn’t have answered the door anyway. But it was drilled into me – never open the door when you’re at home alone if you don’t know who is on the other side of the door.

Nobody came anyway. I woke up to my mother bringing me ginger ale & crackers & a cup of chicken soup, asking me if I could manage a bite. I gladly ate & then I took the medicine she had for me. Then I settled back down on the sofa.

She said, “I have something for you.” She had a shopping bag & she pulled out a sewing basket. I was just learning how to do basic stitches & of course, I needed my own sewing basket. My older sister had one.

This is the basket.

The inside looks like this:

Years ago, one of my cats chewed on the back of the basket so it looks like this.

I keep my sewing baskets (I have more than one now) away from the cats. Not just so they don’t destroy the baskets but also so they don’t get into the stuff in the baskets – the needles, the pins, the thread, everything else.

I really love this sewing basket. Not only because it’s beautiful but because my mother gave it to me over fifty years ago & started me on a lifetime of sewing & a great love of needlework. I know I will have it until I die & then it will go to one of my nieces.