Sunday, August 24, 2025

Fairylight by Devi Nina Bingham

I dreamed as a fairylight she came around

In a strange and hazy twilight

Twinkling of stardust and Heaven bound

For she'd died upon that frightful night


They put her in a purple jar

Her ashes I did scatter

Her absence left an ugly scar

My heart comfortless and shattered


She held my hand and called me mother

Amazed, I watched her grow

In a single moment we had lived together

Through every joy and woe


"Your wish to see me whole came true," 

cheerfully she chattered.

"But, I want to go with you,"

And I gripped her as she scattered.


And left me to the world below

where I belong, of toil and strife

For fairies are made of diamonds and gold

And do not belong to this mortal life


My fairylight she came to me

To prove that she is so at peace

And my consolation is the sea

Until she and I again meet. 




Saturday, August 23, 2025

A Good Vs. a Bad Leader (Dedicated to Frida Kahlow) by Devi Nina Bingham


It so happens that when a person is deeply troubled, when they are carrying pain, its' result is anger. Rather than stew in that discomfort for long, they will turn it on the world. They will externalize what they themselves suffered such as rejection, humiliation, name-calling, and the like. Keep this in mind when you see this behavior in strongmen, though their actions are not the result of strength, but of an injured animal. Injured animals lash out when you attempt to help them, isn't this so? They know no better. But adults know right from wrong, their conscience tells them so. You may surmise, "Maybe they haven't got a conscience." Everyone has the ability to know right from wrong but not everyone listens to it. Criminals have gotten good at turning away from their inner voice, they override its warnings. They can see the red light flashing but look away from it.

What then is this most powerful force named the Ego? It is not all bad, but it can be used for bad. It is like a knife--it can be used to help, or to harm. The Ego gives you an idea of who you are, and defends you when you are attacked. In this way it is helpful in defense, so you are not overwhelmed by others. However, it will boast about who you are and be judgmental. It can be haughty, and demand attention and recognition. The Ego is your sense of "me." When the ego has puffed itself up like a balloon, others see this and are repelled by it. Or, curiously, they admire the pretty balloon. Why would they admire a self-inflated person? Because people who struggle with a sense of self, or of feeling good about themselves, admire false bravado. They wish they could believe in themselves and have the confidence of a balloon. Opposites attract, don't they? They admire the balloon's confidence, but confuse Ego for strength. Thus, the name, "strongman" for dictators.

How do you tell a genuinely strong person from a dictator? The litmus test is very simple. Dictators inflict pain; they enjoy sadistic pleasures. Conversely, a strong leader tries to relieve pain by taking pleasure in helping others. Dictators refuse to care about other people's pain, while strong leaders take time to listen and consider the least-painful solution. Dictators are not empathetic and warm, while strong leaders are caring and compassionate. But you may argue, a strong leader must do whatever is best for the whole, they cannot be swayed by individual sentiment. It is true, they must decide what is best based on all of the people they serve. At times they will need to make decisions that inconvenience a portion of society. But overall, a good leader will avoid injuring others, just as a good teacher will be fair and impartial when giving grades. Impartiality is an important quality in a leader, for, if they do not treat all people the same, they show favoritism, and beyond that, they will persecute a group of people based on characteristics unlike their own. 

Persecution is the Ego's specialty. A person's Ego will lead them to lie and deceive, to slander and to enforce generalities or stereotypes upon people they dislike. The Ego will go so far as to elevate itself as superior. Yet, when you look at ways they appear superior, you may not be able to detect any. This is because they have ignored their conscience and are listening to their needy Egos. What are they needy for? Such people are desperate for affirmation, for admiration, and power over others gives them a sense of superiority whether it is justified or not. If their group reinforces their commonly held belief in racial superiority, being part of that group confirms what their Ego has been telling them all along, that they are a superior specimen. It is a demented mirror that shows them what they are so desperate to see. Groups like this gain momentum because these people are craving importance, craving belonging, and craving reassurance that they will be part of something that makes them feel great again. History is a list of such desperate groups of people.

If you point out that their leader lacks the hallmarks of a good leader, they will make excuses for him: "He's only trying to..." because they see him through the lens of their own hopes and dreams. They will continue to make excuses for him in the face of facts, even scientific studies so their dream of belonging to the ruling class is not smashed. They will hold their delusional beliefs tightly until the leader has utterly betrayed them, and even then, it will be difficult for them to believe that the man they put their faith in only thought of himself. Societies the world over will continue to repeat such dysfunctional patterns until such as a time as they tire of it, until they can see that empathy is strength and cruelty is actually weakness.

If you find yourself in the midst of such a struggle, if you are caught in a nation that is fighting a misguided "strongman," do not be surprised when his followers cannot hear your warnings. Remember, they are deluded into believing that he is the answer to the nation's problems. Arguing will be a waste of time, for to them it will seem it is you who are not seeing correctly. The dividing line is: a good leader is fair while a bad leader is cruel, and it is as simple as that. That is all you need to remind them of and the less said, the better. 

I advise you to try and look down the road to what seems to be the logical next step. Prepare for the future. If it looks bleak for you, prepare now to meet the challenges. Do not wait for others to tell you what to do. Think ahead. Think for yourself. Get out, if possible. If it is not, prepare now for the worst of what could possibly befall you. A smart person looks and sees what is coming rather than depends upon the undependable media. Use your common sense, use your head and not your emotions. If you see a storm coming, prepare your home. If a hurricane is building, do not wait until it is upon you. Prepare ahead of time. You will be glad that you took my advice. 

With Love,

Frida






Let Them Misunderstand by Devi Nina Bingham

Who can claim to know me through and through?

None listened, always knowing more

harsh prayers from a sacrosanct pew

even she whom I adored.


My dreams and laboring time is passing by

amid betrayals that sting and bring woe

as the moon cloaks the disk of the sun as it shines

dark winds blow.


Who can claim to know another's heart?

people of immeasurable pride

weary boned and torn apart

mute until they died.


Labor no longer beneath a burdensome hand

betrayal and tears have freed me

let them all misunderstand

I now live carefree. 







Thursday, August 21, 2025

Powerless by Devi Nina Bingham




If I speak up, they'll notice me

If I protest, they'll lock me away

Fighting back is not so easy

when you are working all day.


If I protest, they'll lock me away

there's so much I could lose

when you are working all day

nobody need know my political views.


There's so much I could lose

protect my family and home

nobody need know my political views

as soldiers through my neighborhood roam.


Protect my family and home

like the government once protected me

as soldiers through my neighborhood roam

from sea to shining sea.


The government once protected me

I'm telling you; I love my homeland!

From sea to shining sea

I demand you unhand--


I'm telling you, I love my homeland

you misunderstand; I have my rights!

I demand you unhand--

this doesn't happen to whites!


You misunderstand; I have my rights!

Powerless now I have no choice

This doesn't happen to whites!

Too late now to raise my voice. 









Marriage is Wine by Devi Nina Bingham

I pondered whether it was good or bad

that freedom had caught me and made me glad

remembering still our promises fine

talked we then in happier times

of aging harmonious, others acrimonious.


Who lament with both sorrow and torment

for promises made of comfort and content

under the delusion that marriage is fine wine:

for wine is soured if kept too late

or sweet and heady opened at the plate.


And as we were apart too long

bitterness replaced our sweet love song.

Yet still I hear what was meant to be

as if the vineyard is calling me

the tender grapes making their plea.







Where to Lay the Blame by Devi Nina Bingham

Why should I fill my lazy, empty days

with blame for her indifference

her wandering eye, and self-absorbed ways

when it was really a fearful diffidence?


What could have garnered her attention

for a wife gone silent as a country mouse

armed with counterfeit condescension

marriage reduced to a speechless jailhouse.


She, pursuing a separate existence

and I, sunken in a friendless lake

both learned to keep our distance

with feelings too tender at stake.


Could she have done any better to reach my shore,

could I have done any better to give her more?

We will never know where to lay the blame. 



Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Cleopatra by Devi Nina Bingham

 


Cleopatra, goddess Cleopatra, doomed queen

Listen closely as I sing:

Egypt's glorious pharaoh be

Lover of Caesar, and Marc Antony

Who, born the daughter of Ptolemy, acquired

A kingdom under siege and opportunistic liars

In battling your brother, 

you took Caesar as your lover.

Draw closer that no Rome will dictate

Your destiny of love and hate

In settling your own tragic fate

You fashioned a name, forever great.

Hear me, hear me, hear me--great souls like yours remain

But for a brief time, and they suffer pain

Only fools do the masses praise

The poison you chose was more honorable than becoming a slave

Cumbrous mortal vanity plagued you

To royalty it is nothing new

But now your country and people seek

Egyptian lore and not the Greek

And none, whether slave or free will forget the legend

Whose name was not lessoned

Sing I of the beauty of courage and love

of which your history speaks

Cleopatra, goddess Cleopatra,

doomed queen.






Monday, August 18, 2025

The Ax Fell Down by Devi Nina Bingham

 


We sat together, contented be

My handsome suitor and me

And talked of politics fervently

I said, "This will ruin the country."

We shared the same patriotic fears

As sanity fled and bigotry neared

Then the ax fell and split the stone

I felt its weight down to my bones. 

It severed our amorous rose in two

Blood dripping down as the morning dew

Scores of bodies in hospital beds

Angels of death danced round their heads

My handsome suitor fled to home

Alas, to roam, and I alone.

To be born a woman is a terrible fate

For the ones we cherish, we will beg and wait

And sacrifice so men may say,

"I'll see you on another day."

Since that starless and dreadful year

I found my voice, and a country dear

When the ax fell down and split the stone.


Once a sailing ship does sink

You must quickly act and think

So, I pulled with all my might

Into that frigid, tempestuous night

When the ax fell down my valor shone

As bright as the cruel fire

That devoured Saint Joan

All fires are made of light

All crowns are made of gold.













Sunday, August 17, 2025

Passion Is a Fading Friend by Devi Nina Bingham

In failed memories of better times

We, smiling as the church bell chimed

Euphoric bliss fades as the day

Unconquerable castles turned cold and grey


In days of yore where chivalry fled

Love still stands upon the forgiving bed

With golden thread on tapestry

And Newton 'neath the apple tree


Bouquet of flowers clasped tight

Blossoms of ecstasy bloom at night

Poems of beauty were written then

To the sympathies of women and the might of men


Yet, devotion faltered when it was pressed

The Gods had made a terrible mess

For that heavenly smile and capable hand

From another time and a distant land


When we kissed the flame renewed

Mountains shook and volcanos spewed

But passion is a fading friend

Who sneaks away before the end


Swords upon our broken knees

Tell of former mysteries.




Bright Seagull by Devi Nina Bingham

Bright seagull soaring above

Caring for nothing but the day's catch

Your silent flight brings to my troubled mind

Words unspoken, and the empty bed of love

Hope torn from my adoring breast

Beasts of earth chained to memories so unkind.


O, that you would whisk me away from this stormy gale

Carefree heart that built smooth sand castles

Needing nothing more than sunshine and the sea

In simpler times, delighting in a shovel and a pale

Without passion, and without hassles

Bright seagull, what will comfort me?



Thursday, August 14, 2025

My Name is Survival by Devi Nina Bingham



My name is survival

when I did not want to

falling on my face

life had taken everything

yet, somehow in the dust

my heart whispered, "Go on."


As a ghost I went on

for my duty was survival

wandering as the dust

as dirty as I dared to

my shadow covered everything

I hardly knew my own face.


The awful truth to face

I must trudge on

despite the emptiness of everything

choosing the chilling train of survival

longing to lay my head down when I need to

memories decay into dust.


Streaming sun illuminates the dust

a clingy child rests upon my knee

we have arrived, but what camp have we come to?

Hard faces with hard guns command, "Go on!"

A grateful prisoner exclaims, "We've survived!"

when they'll take our hope, our everything.


These dirty, stinky strangers become my everything

tears etched like trails in the dust

remind us there must be a reason we have survived

when they cry I will drop to my knees

and pin their dreams back on

they are the suffering my soul listens to. 


The skinny children I give my food to

I have no pity for the fat guards who eat everything

we play games so that laughter lives on

dreams once bright now settle into dust

children hide behind me, trembling on their knees

some ancient memory of maternal survival. 


The stars fell slowly, leaving naught but dust

lost in reverence on my knees

for my name is survival. 


















 

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

A Fool's Death by Devi Nina Bingham

We were a puzzle

that fell apart

once, a perfect couple
star-crossed sweethearts.

But time has a wicked way
with handsome hearts
our bright blue turned grey
and promises left to rot.

It didn't happen all at once;
a string of let-downs
unfeeling fronts
and childish meltdowns.

Our rainbow turned to rain
I still can see
it never looked the same
what it was meant to be.

A map we didn't follow
a key not used
when we had won love's lotto
stubborn ego was the noose.

Now it seems so obvious
what we failed to do
fate so glorious
demands the diligence of two.

Given a love heaven-sent
guard your gold
lest you die a fool's death
true love grown cold.