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Best Poems Written by Mike Kostashuk

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Primary Lesson - End of Class

Here is a lesson, a tortuous tale for your next-of-kin,
About a political hack we'll call the Bigly Pumpkin.
It's a bit like star wars, he is more an older Anakin,
Who fooled the Nation even though he's a bumpkin.

Quatrains or couplets are my chosen word lines,
Bring insight and reason with a number of rhymes.
Except today I tread on a most sacred of shrines,
When I commented on Frank, writer at the Times.

A candidate can swing legions with one racist quote,
Misogynistic allusions won’t capsize his boat.
But lean on Clinton’s clumsy path to the vote,
And it ends with “sorry pal, that’s all we wrote".

As the press narrows the field of who'll run the Nation,
And Clintons’ missteps ignite Dems consternation.
We see the unthinkable...Donald's inauguration,
Except his script mandates… IT'LL BE MY CORONATION!
 
As Trump’s antics make redneck States redder,
Sarah says the Establishment couldn’t be deader.
And I don’t expect Hillary’s crew to fare any better
As Willy stumps around with his bright scarlet letter.

Maybe Trump started his run to stay out of jail,
They said "Hey Don, as President you don't even need bail!"
So go for that Office, campaign like you can't fail,
And when the going gets tough harp on Clinton's email! 

Could the White House even inhabit a Trump?
He thinks it’s a bit small, and a bit of a dump.
Ted go back to Canada, don't be a chump,
Wave bye-bye and give Donald’s polls a big bump.

He talks like he’s gold, but it’s just tarnished brass,
Don’s mouth won’t stop running, totally lacking in class.
Not really an athlete, his sycophants love to kick ass,
But when the race gets rough we’ll find his jaw is glass. 

Hillary's mirror cracked, she'd rather you're under her spell,
It reflects on Don's scream that we're all going to hell.
He's busy building a potion much like snake-oil men sell,
I don't know how it will end, but it won't end well.

So whether you're hope searching for a glimmer,
Or strongly rooting for Don because he's a "winner".
Avoid quoting the facts, reality's for the sinner,
And he'll look good on the podium, his wife is thinner.

This reality show should really just be gonged,
It seems so many rights are now going to be wronged!
As Hillary claws back to where she once belonged,
Its won't be pretty as someone gets schlonged....

What we need is a leader to do what is right,
For the times, and the people, hold up a light.
Be done with stirring the pot to drum up a fight,
Conquer the challenges with brains, passion, and might.

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A Minor Spectacle One Night In Arabia

Cassiopeia reclined on her cosmic beach,
Longing for Orion so out of reach.
He was showing off to the stars,
As he spiked the Moon over Mars,
Wondering what next Venus would teach.

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Bright Horizon

Although some steps
May be made in sadness
My journey is beautiful

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Crisis Management Crisis

Management consultants will loudly proclaim,
"There isn't a crisis that we cannot tame!"
I just wish they'd bother to engage their brain,
So we didn't end up with "ready, fire, aim!"

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Pre-Post, Post-Post, Sometimes You Are the Post

If writing a message please mind your mind,
Exude effort to keep your thought on center.
As righting a wrong means you’re in a bind, 
Because you didn’t think when you hit “enter.”

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I, Politics and Dilemma - Dang, Same Problem With This Title

i am left of center in life's enigma,
but in politics i am more in the write.
letters and words mix to cause confusion,
think carefully now.....am I right?

Hint at the irony, I'm trying to be bright,
With a letter that stands for individual might...

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Muse, Incandescent

She waved her veils as the night flew by,
A seductive dance woven above clouds so high.
Her northern flare spun bright to the south,
Shrouding Orion with the glow in herself.

I watched in wonder at this arctic dream,
A man at the mercy of her ghostly scheme.
Incandescent caresses tempted the hunter’s thigh,
Her silky streams flowing where I fly.

But the Muse’s touch could not Orion move,
He never shifted his gaze nor bid her to sooth.
I wished it was me floating in that universe,
To tease and pull me with her glowing curse.

Ten thousand times each generation views,
The fantasies radiated by her rainbow hues.
But can anyone really tell those starstruck why,
We’re stolen by her beauty as it lights up the sky? 

Orion alone, stood and spiked the moon,
To catch Venus’ charms he’d be with her soon.
Why would he move into her dark embrace?
 The Muse offered so much more heavenly a place.

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Reputation, Splattered

The victims' blood is violently splattered,
As his reputation is totally shattered.
Sycophants to the hills have all scattered,
What happened in the past really mattered.

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Daily Look Grook

Wake up each morning with a grook,
A verse of how your day should look.
And when it ends write in a book,
The path you planned vs that you took.

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Mightier Than the Pen

Who'd have thought it so easy to run a great nation,
No requirement for Congress or Supreme Court confirmation.
All you needs a Twitter handle and Executive Orders,
That's his guarantee to secure our fine borders.

While the Constitution is one thing you shouldn't discount,
It appears to be one notch below his Facebook account.
So put down your protests and give him his due,
If the President tweets it you know it is true!

So far it's not been so great, maybe we've been took,
By a bigly bull slinger who's probably a crook.
With mindless occupation on hits, likes, and views,
Don't you need a fake president to dish out fake news?

The guy beaks off like a loon...his thoughts meander,
But sauce for the goose make sources for slander.
We may even glimpse hope every now and then,
Too bad YouTwitFace is mightier than the pen.