Trump I-Fucation
Flickering beacon of light.
Red core inflamed.
Elites on the dole.
Narcissists
Me Trumps We.
Fraud:
Ace in the Hole.
GOP Rats pilfer the hold.
Viral blight dissembles.
Emperor fiddles
While chaos reigns.
Diagnosis: Deep Vain Trumposis.
Systemic Sclerosis.
Democracy Desecrated,
Pandora’s lost hope!
Copyright@Mel Gill 2023
East of Eden and
The Tingler.
The lady killer and
Julius Caesar.
A star is born and
Vertigo.
The Killing and
Ace in the hole.
Godzilla and
The night and fog.
Johnny Guitar and
Hound Dog.
Wild strawberries
And Stalag 17.
High noon and
The African queen.
Ray Charles and
Kiss me deadly.
The big sky and
The voyage to Italy.
Dean Martin and
Buddy Holly.
Casper and
Mr. Peabody.
House of Wax and
Elevator to the Gallows.
Elvis and
Tears on my pillow.
Asphalt jungle and
In a lonely place.
The big heat and
Chantilly lace.
Hank Williams and
Chuck Berry.
Sunset BLVD and
Tom and Jerry.
Turbo1904?
In the memory of my imagination
I recall the love of happiness.
Congruously convened in small cracks,
Between doubt and ecstasy.
Surfing through ever-similar variances,
Effused with vague purpose and undefined vigor,
I groove with the best.
And yeast with the least.
Let's take the adventure.
With endless overture.
I'll wrap you in my loving embrace.
My fox among the foal.
My ace in the hole.
Sometimes,
I think of Emily Dickinson,
and how she pressed on,
writing...
word after word,
her eye affliction
put on the back burner,
her need for reclusiveness
an ace in the hole,
for mastering the art of a poet,
because she "could not stop for death,"
her life became
a drop of glistening water in the sun
as she leaned in
"toward eternity."
I saw a guy on the older side, he donned a mask
(All jokes aside) I do believe it worked for him'
On election days with glitz and spin, he soon found
That it would always magic away, all doom sayers
On most weak-days' also he didn't need a cape to
Escape, when reality menaced; right in his face.'
He'd just reveal his ace; in the hole, it seemed it
Would serve for any jail... Er I mean goal.!
It also helped when eating food, it cut on splutter
Which some think crude, I don't know if he's tried
It for dates ? Yet better late than never, also a
Spare might be useful? should the constipation break'
Suddenly..' He had a thought; on a cure, for all others'
Errant minds, maybe lobotomy's for them one and all?
Perhaps more panicking? Would be the call? Like Barak
O' Harris was often saying, get with programme'
There can be no neighing.' Just keep trotting on like
This; and see' its all in the scripting ( for the time to be)
Afterwards It's going to change, You'll get bigger letters
Apart from that; its just the same; old same.'
Whoever came up with the bagel
was a right-smart clever fellow
His brainstorm surely ranks up there
with taste treats like pudding and jello
For I'd never put toppings on pudding
like lox, tomatoes or cream cheese
And who would think of serving jello
with an assortment of delicacies
So, a doff of the cap and three cheers
for that purely anonymous soul
the centerpiece of whose discovery
was quite an ace in the hole
sift through the wind
set of course as the Albatross tread
look at the mountains breathless
the sign in the field evokes fear
try to stop the parting tear
all hellos sport a hello or goodbye
clever notion of a soft reply
the wind blows freely upon my face
to behold the nectar smile
the smile of a child
mistakenly kind
the soda spot king
let freedom ring
the passing value
a challenge to be free
burgers and briefs
withstand a brand new leak
the refrigeration wears skin briefs
shallow from each parting eyes
down by the river
I stand as a forgiver
lay low on the acid
shattered dreams captured
love to share through a nursery rhyme
to barricade the mass beholder
just call me late for dinner
Jerry Garcia and an ace in the hole
take you to far off places you need to go
its a hunt between goodness and by
a shortness o breath
trapped through meadows that give hold of its meaning
Barren in fragrance the toast within
hearken on its rush
to parade again with its mockery
I exist as a vapor then I am no more
Now that you know me;
I am in your life for a reason -
I am in your life for a season.
I may be only your happenstance
your afterthought that comes
when all your cards are played.
Maybe I am your Ace in the hole.
Maybe I am your place to go
when there's nowhere else to turn...
Better I be burned into your memory
Forged into your lifeline
Better than being nonexistent,
like a spirit unavailable.
Open your hand and read my marks.
That's the depth of me burrowed I replenish,
I then branch off at the wrist
fading out of the flesh to watch you trekking
the short distance.
You are left alone with your maker
You and he finish strong.
I witness another winner and then I am gone.
Taking my place again in the back of your mind
You also in mine. Lives entwined for a Season.
imprinted in lifelines.
Crunch, crackle, crackle, crackle, crunch
The leaves under my heavy footfalls
Those nor easterly winds sure pack a punch
Onward it is, my freedom calls
Nothing worth having seems to come easy
Another bridge to cross, just another bridge
From my past now I must break free
Will I see my future if I climb up on that ridge
Okay okay my future is in God's hand
It's so hard to give up control
I believe that his plan for me is Grand
But it never hurts to have an Ace in the Hole
So I'll leave my future in the hands of God
But I'll set my foot where no man has trod
Jimmie Jim my piddling crony was a little toady
Happened to meet a gaudy king who loved a hot toddy
Jimmie’s ass an ace in the hole
Dipped in snail’s pace in the king’s bowl
Said Jim Sire, my daddy, King of Ire, I am your bawdy
Out of all the relationships I’ve ever been in, few really ever knew me.
Just bits and pieces rehashed, concocted and dispensed from;
A world I know as the files from my performing arts.
But with you it’s different because you’re so damned pretty.
I tell myself to stay Germaine when I’m around you but;
As soon as I set my eyes on you I lose track.
I’m moved by feelings I can’t even name.
You probably know what I mean don’t you;
Younger days and different faces where the blood flowed so thick;
And passion was so hot it set your body on fire,
Ah but the kicker; the ace in the hole; the crux of the biscuit with you;
And moves me most even more then the probable thrill of your kiss is;
It’s all of you that has made my heart beat irregular rhythms;
And that I’ll always remember.
It’s strange somehow thinking about the times I’ve spent in relationships yet;
Few have ever had the chance to really know me.
Just bits and pieces rehashed and concocted;
From a world he quietly calls “the Halls of Lenny’s performing arts”.
But with you it’s different because you’re so damned pretty.
I tell myself to stay natural when I’m around you but;
As soon as I set my eyes on you;
I seem to lose most of my composure.
You move me from a place I sometimes don’t even remember is there;
You probably know what I mean don’t you;
Those times from another place where the blood runs thick;
And passion burns like an eternal flame that sets your soul on fire,
Ah but the kicker; the ace in the hole; the crux of the biscuit is;
What moves me most about you goes;
Way beyond what may be there inside of those jeans I've seen you in
It’s you; all of you that makes my heart beat irregular and I’ll never forget.
.
We are all sinners and we know it
Greed and temptation are some of the tools
That old Satan knows how to use well
God has no problem if we make a profit
If we do it his way and don't act like fools
Or we will be playing card in Hell
The Devil deals from the bottom of the deck
Always has a crooked ace up his sleeve
Tell you he has a ace in the hole
And just waiting for you to end up in a wreck
Unless you let God be the coach and believe
'Or the Devil will have your soul
God does not play cards with Satan
But he does know all the trick, he is the real deal
There is no gamble in his game
He know what Satan can do to a man
And make one dizzy with his old spinning wheel
You see there is no shame in his game
Has Lady Luck there to temp and lead you on
He know that he is a cheat and cannot do it alone
Making the stakes higher and you have to play
When it is over, they are both gone
Cut your throat and to the bone
Your best bet is let God be your dealer everyday
Solitare is a game
Strategy? Suspense? Quite the game
I can remember the last card I drew
A meaningless red king
The king had nowhere to go
Nowhere to place himself
No queen to lay with
And there were the seven of them all in a row
I saw Jack and two
I read the numbers one by one
Ace in the hole
Then I lost the whole damn thing
The game of solitary confinement
The game of life?
The loss of the loss of himself
The gain of the plot of the wealth
The jibberishly mulled wine words of the mind
I am running out of time
And the time is now
-Jess
Somebody told me that cliches are dead
But what if I run out of things to say
Can I say "to know me is to love me"
Or "tomorrow is just another day"
What about "liars never prosper and cheaters never win"
Would I be accused of reviving the dead
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
Or is it "an ace in the hole instead"
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
Or if you fall "it's only a scrape"
What if I tell them to "button your lip"
Will they get "all bent out of shape"
But I'm "at the end of the pecking order"
So how much can I really know
I'll never use cliches again
Right after " I told you so"
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