Saturday, 10 May 2025

Lamentation Number Forty Six

 
Poets and Storytellers United  Friday Writings #176 invites us to share our thoughts on Slices of Life - a challenge I accept in my usual pessimistic and doom-laden haiku form . . .

Various! Choose from
Bread saw, pizza cutter. Best?
Madame Guillotine

Sliced Kings and Princes,
Tax collectors, chemists(*). "Vive
La Revolution!"


(*) One victim was the French nobleman Antoine Lavoisier, the Father of Modern Chemistry.  Google him, or have a look at this sardonic account,




   



7 comments:

  1. I like doom-laden. Fits our current situation.

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  2. Mr. Horse, we build up a reputation. Some will have one of mistrust, doom, and destruction. Others will have one of liability, efficiency, and knowledge of their subjects.
    You fit the first and self destruction hovers before you even find out the facts.
    I suppose you can't hold a job and are fired before you set your foot in your employers doors.
    Wake up and be real, polish your shoes.

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    1. Thank you, Jim. You have touched my heart. I will strive for a more cheerful and optimistic outlook. Bet I know more about Antoine Lavoisier than you do.

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    2. I may have been too hard here, I was smiling when I wrote. Sorry if I hurt your feeling. Sort of like a high-school debate?
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  3. Well, Mme G certainly sliced OFF plenty lives. M Lavoisier sounds like a very great loss! However, achieved much before they killed him, for which I think we must be thankful.

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  4. I love your poem (I love your profile even more.)

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  5. Love this poem. Gloom covers the world.

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I welcome your comments, the gloomier the better. I don't think there's much hope, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in what you have to say. If you expect me to approve your comment before it appears, you're about to be disappointed. Never have understood why some hypersensitive bloggers need to see what others say before they allow the comment. Poor, sensitive wee souls.