The days are getting cooler
as summer starts to fade
Classes are beginning
and Jack-O-Lanterns made
The Autumn winds are whistling
a most familiar tune
They say they’re mailing ballots out
and we will get them soon
They say Trump lost his luster
his grifts have all grown stale
Every venture in his life
has been an epic fail
And now we’re in a pickle
in a war with no end nigh
Led there by a loser
who knows not the what or why
But people are resisting
refusing to back down
Protesting in cities
and in every little town
Because November’s coming
and judgment, many say
the Grand Old Party’s reckoning
will be Election Day
He is not the brightest of guys
alone he could not survive
If he counts to twenty two
he removes both his shoes
Twenty he can count but ask for a hand
he needs more digits to understand
Draw a picture for Richard
Draw a picture for Richard
His name is Nick
but gets called a Dick
Draw a picture for Richard
He doesn't mean to be impolite
a coward he avoids all fights
He works all week but never gets paid
cause he is at the wrong place everyday
He gets fifty ballots in the mail
he votes each one no big deal
If they send them to him he votes to win
but it's last election that snail mail
Draw a picture for Richard
Draw a picture for Richard
His name is Nick
but gets called a Dick
Draw a picture for Richard.
Dreams Undreamed
If you never write
another word
will what’s written
be enough
If you never speak
another rhyme
will your Muse
in silence rust
If you never hear
another’s plea
will you bear
the selfish cost
If you never feel
another’s pain
will your dreams undreamed
— be lost
********
Aces & Eights
Luck is for losers
wish as wish may
Winds of your folly
— keep fortune at bay
********
This Instant
Stop waiting for your
just reward
the gift has come
today
Not past or future
but wrapped
inside
this moment on display
Freeing you from
reference
and statutes
that define
Presenting you
in every way
this instant
— most sublime
********
A Freer Time
Voting against ...
no longer for
Our ballots
cast in vain
The product of
a system rigged
What’s left
in hope’s disdain
Our heroes locked
inside death row
Their skeletons
remain
The remnants
of a freer time
Elections
— forcing change
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Fungus Solarium
mushroom
sun room
Give them Voting Rights
Shallots’
Ballots
To Crush it!
Shallot
mallet
Flooded Veggie
Spinach
in ditch
Romantic Invitation
Meet me,
Sweet pea
Don’t Let it Into Salad
Hard chard
is barred
Scarred for Life
The chard
was marred
Sweet-potato Grazers
Two lambs
chew yams
Stink Weed
Garlic
Charlock
Hello, Red Fellow
I greet
my beet
Let ballots rise like morning light,
Not shadows cast in silent night.
Let every voice be freely heard,
Each promise kept, each counted word.
No fear, no force, no hidden hand,
Should twist the will across the land.
For power gained through honest choice
Gives hope its strength, gives peace its voice.
When votes are true and justice stands,
The nation rests in trusted hands.
For freedom lives where fairness reigns—
And democracy its soul retains.
"Democracy is the way"
perhaps the greatest lie ever told
or so it seems through my African eyes
that have watched hope grow old.
They say elections bring freedom
that ballots are keys to chains
but I’ve seen the vote become a veil
while poverty still remains.
What fills the screens are polished lies
campaigns drenched in foreign languages
while behind the stage are hidden hands
and vaults packed out of sight.
Taking turns is never a kind of freedom
Promises wrapped in deceit
a rigged game played with loaded dice
where justice never takes a seat.
The suns had never had a queen before
But it was an idea the solar system did not deplore
Matter of fact, some planets thought it was the way
To honor a sun who was merry, joyful and gay
They held a contest and the willing female suns strutted in
One of the older ones had spittle sliding off her chin
A young sun dabbed it with a hankie, helping her immediately too
As far as the judges were concerned, this is what a queen should do
Placing their ballots in secret, they figured out right away
That the empathetic young helpful sun was merry, joyful and gay.
They gave her a gorgeous tiara made of flowers in pastel blue
She was excited, and appreciative and grateful too.
Ballots fill the box,
Silent hope for what's to come,
Voices find their way.
©bfa051225
Cells held secret ballots in my bones,
voting for mutiny in whispers.
Cancer, that drunk architect,
scribbled collapse into my blood's blueprint.
They built black gardens in my lungs,
where breathing became a treasonous act.
Tumours whittled my ribs into broken bridges,
pinned eviction notices on my veins.
Every chemo drip was a gamble—
waging war against a traitor
that wore my own face.
Hair fell like forgotten promises.
This was no battle to win;
only a siege to outlast.
deportation statements during time
observe pulitzer worthy escape by decree ego
overlap
deportation of "homeless immigrants"
census fraud
is not a measure of goverment in california
re segregated aggregated data is not a constitutional law
being held
deportation hmis
creation of absence ballots in population control ownership agenda's
Waited patiently in lines to cast the vote
The turnout was expected; patience was tested
Uneasiness, hungry, and tired enough to be tempted
To leave the line, but frustration heavy in tote
Some feel it was not a honest fair win
Ballots were burned prior to election
Should there been more ballot protection
Oh well, candidate chosen with a jovial grin
Just pray this candidate is honest and true
A lot of talk of what is needed in this nation
Many voters are celebrating with elation
Some voters will continue to be sad and blue
Everybody will not be happy no matter the circumstance
Its the fate of the political experience for voters
Both parties campaign hard with ads and funny posters
Switch. Different party, its like the nation qualify for a refinance.
And the Winner is ..........
I knew the outcome long ago
counting ballots a waste
just for show
Democracy lost, bought for billions galore
your new President
the same as before
Netanyahu
more dead children and babies
the real election outcome
was never a maybe
I’m tired of reading articles
About Election Day.
There’s nothing new that anybody
In the world can say.
Opinions, mostly set in stone,
Are not about to budge
And hopefully, November 5th,
Our ballots get to judge.
I can’t wait ‘til it’s over,
Though I’m trying hard to hope
That whichever way the wind blows,
Those who lose will somehow cope.
For voters who sit on the fence,
Allow me to add my two cents.
If your rearing forbids
Nasty words by your kids,
Of one candidate there’s no defense.
If you’re childless, with maybe some pets,
Voting one way you’ll have no regrets,
Since when bullies are beaten
Who believe cats are eaten,
We can focus on climate and debts.
And for women, just think about Roe.
Let our ballots let everyone know
That when we get to choose,
Anti-female men lose
As our voting booth bodies will show.
This election will let us decide
If our country can cross the divide
To unite for a chance
For respect to advance
Or to mourn when democracy died.
The ballot box frowns
As a second slip sneaks in
Agents asleep, their guard undone
This act, their party's loss begun.
In another world, quiet and cold
Where eyes merely witness, and truth is sold
Another ballot box grins with glee
Its smile bought by bribery.
What once was a promising race
Now marred by a missing name, a darkened trace.
A different print, a shadowed twist
A voter lost, forever missed.
No longer a choice, but a staged deceit
A premeditated game where truth meets defeat.
Like a circus without its clowns
The ballots turn, as fate frowns.
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