Political Autumn Poems

Ah, weeping leaf I feel your grief 
as Autumn hides the sun in clouds; 
battalion’s shadow, like a thief, 
disguised in dark-sky nimbus shrouds 
have...

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As the days get shorter, and the nights get colder, and the leaves turn green, to, red to gold,
Let fall come slowly from hot to...

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George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie

trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin 
to present president; biden his time
trying to...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and...

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Earth black
ancient lands
red skies orange 
sands jagged jaded 
two tower stands stand
reaching 
into a dark sky 
storm horizons ride 
the edge of shadows 
Blacken earth
Ruined...

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Autumn came through darkness like thieves in the night
Recalculated angle of sky's fireball
Flung out a master canvas so, so bright
Readjusted the thermostat to fall
Touched the...

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Electorate witnesses wounded beast...
flailing, lurching, and writhing in throes of agony

Trumpets blare acknowledging
crack hunters lucky strike,
i.e. bullseye salvo shot at
innocuous yet brutish
and nasty looking Homo...

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Last Day of America 

the last day of America 
was the day we last voted
the last election we ever had

for on that day
a month before...

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All hallows eve festooned, spooked sight,
tricked out ghostly haunted house fright
especially 'pon dark and stormy night
courtesy creation gnarled skeletal hands
iron grip strength steely bewitched might
fashioned...

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The Political class

The problem with politicians is we need
someone to represent us and they do for a reward
the power and prestige.
Delegates speak fluently give promises...

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Everyone has his four o’clock there is no doubt about that
Everyone has his four o’ clock even if he wears a cowboy’s hat
Everyone has his...

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Murky sky, dusty breeze and muddy Earth!
Crying heaven, sticky soil, the fall rain!
After summer, before winter at dusk,
When the grey old twigs bow for aging...

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Trump is a president
Who likes to speak his mind
His thoughts are rather jumbled
And his words are never kind

He reminds us of King Herod
Who never could...

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lost touch
sweet words on the lips
of a deceiver is equal 
to no words 
promises on the mouth 
of politicians 
could be equal to 
empty words...

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Fall time ascends to my preoccupied mind,
Colours clashing so loudly amongst silent flora,
But as I stare I feel, so boldly, a translucent aura,
So disodent next...

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