I give up writing the ‘great American poem’…
started after college
in my garage
but it was all a mirage…
Now all my backers – I owe ‘em
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
What is going to take for our legislators to put in safe gun laws
The ones we have on the books in most states are so deeply flawed
Everyone should have the right to defend their homes
But assault weapons we do not need to own
We will never get all the guns out of the hands of bad actors
But hopefully, we could change the minds of some of our gun backers
Tougher gun laws will never end these mass shootings
What it will do however is lower the number, of which I think we would all salute
A lot of the people who commit these crimes have made threats online
People who monitor these sites need to report these individuals in record time
My heart goes out to everyone who has lost a loved one to gun violence
Think if it was one of our loved ones, how long could we remain in silence
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
We don’t like it when you talk back.
We’re in power, so we’ll have less of that.
Protest because of our lies and fascist policies.
Well, I don’t know if you plebs understand where the power is!
You see if you talk back it means you’re standing up to all our lies and our crap.
If you create a scene by standing up together, well that means that you could eventually control the power!!!
Because we’re Tories and we lie for a living. We just want you to keep on giving. So we’ll screw you hard and tax everything. We’ll make you plebs suffer with this ‘cost of living’
But if you stand up in mass and numbers. We’ll get really scared and hide in our fridges. Because the only thing that can stop the flow is the vehement look in your eyes when you plebs act in crowds. A general action will bring us to our knees because our billionaire backers will lose money.
Donald Trump loves his Russian backers
Who moonlight as KGB hackers
With silent stealth
Plundering wealth
Whilst Bojo reveals Christmas crackers
Fierce was their hatred for Reagan
Now for Mr. Trump all the more
At his State of the Union Speech
The Dems aimed to even the score
Trump's backers still cheering
his "Best is Yet to Come" close
Ms. Pelosi ripped up all his notes
then struck a defiant pose...
'Midst all of Washington's partisan woes
Nancy Pelosi proved nearly anything goes
Angels Net Flies--
sainting aurora
A black, thundery net flies
because of the ghost
backers aurora
A wide, thundery net flies
in spite of the host
6/29/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Trump Supplies of Lies
Trump sure seems to have so many supplies,
Of stories and myths all substantiated by lies;
Leader of pack,
And not intact;
Even his supporters and backers now realize.
Jim Horn
I wonder what the tricks are now
For once, they used to be
Some splattered eggs or toilet paper
Draped around a tree.
Another one was sidewalk chalk
All crushed within a sock
Which then was bashed against a stoop,
Much to the owner’s shock.
The treats are much the same these days,
Though home-made ones are gone,
Yet are there any people left
To play those tricks upon?
For candy-holding-backers
Will pretend they aren’t there
Or else the consequences might
Be more than just a scare.
Something New
Have you longed for something new
like ketchup on your crackers
To hang out till the break of dawn
with multiple kick backers
A peanut for a new best friend
unless you are allergic
A submarine in your back yard
so easy to submerge it
A watermelon kitchen sink
with seeds to help the drainage
A brand new wash cloth made of fur
to softly clean the stainage
A pickup truck with tap shoe wheels
so down the road you’re clicking
A new comb for your head of hair
with grease for easy slicking
To stick your neck out really far
like you have been giraffe-ing
Have you longed for something new
like this that leaves you laughing
10/15/18
Written for: The Trying Something New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
This was a tough one and definitely something new for me. : )
Senator Lindsey Graham is crackers
As are all those Bill Cosby backers
Females are not toys
For abuse by boys
Who are clearly sadistic bushwhackers!
On An Ally Rely
On an ally we are supposed to rely,
And desire to do Trump did deny;
Around bush beat; (Think it was Billy)
Then did repeat;
Could never find a logical reason why.
If my poem in top 100 had been
Then I would write another again;
So great will be;
You should agree;
When poem begin later contest will win.
Tempestuous Trump Horn Haiku Series
Trump had to endure;
Am sure he is pure manure;
And for no known cure.
A word to the wise
Am sure Trump can't stabilize,
And we do despise.
No one shed a tear
Knowing Trump's twilight is near;
So will disappear.
Gave Trump one more chance,
For our country to enhance;
Watch long necktie dance.
Had to swing and sway,
While we looked the other way
With total dismay.
Did further prevue
And all our faces turned blue
As Trump applied screw.
Sure so distasteful
And always a bunch of bull;
Quite a few bags full.
Around Trump does mull;
Backers are deplorable;
He has been so dull.
Can't declare a truce;
For Trump we have no excuse;
Women did seduce.
Must be rather blunt;
With pack of mad dogs does hunt;
Acts like a young runt.
Jim Horn
Universal Education,
It’s no secret it’s no surprise that no one degree is set equal,
My question if money is universal and cash is on hand,
When money come digitally could one be forgiving of the debt ceiling,
I’ m no astronaut freedom above the land similar among quick sand,
But if money is universal and if the top one percent owned closed to 40 percent,
Of wealth what is it of a helping hand,
It’s like my dad said you can’t take money with you after you are dead,
It like a map and of the map is of land price not of stock but of food,
For a civilization and,
For a civilization to be going backers is to ask a question,
What if Columbus did not found America,
What if the Spanish never colonials,
Would the Boston massacre even need to been mention,
Is taxes of us or of history,
To not know of history take it for granted are we truly of free will,
Domination of economic where does freedom stands of a equal third fifth of,
A man set part of skill of equal education,
Universal Education.
Looking Like a Fool
To Trump he seems so animated
Could his backers have celebrated
While looking like a fool
And at all with no school
Looks like he's inebriated.
Jim Horn
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