Best Congress Poems

Hocus Pocus

Poets are like magicians.
They trick the heart into feeling, 
“things” they had no idea, were there at all. 

Sadly poets don’t always know how...

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We are Nasty Women

When we hear haughtiness, we name it
When we see bullying, we blame it

We are Nasty Women

We do not daintily defer
For selfish whims...

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I Came By…
(to see you)

You don’t see me. 
I see you, everyday. 
I am afraid to say hello. 
You may say good-bye. 

I just want...

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On My Own

It is early in the day for most. 
I am just going to sleep. ‘
This will make many people angry. 
But at times,...

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I was working in the Capitol late one night 
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
Nancy Pelosi began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
She did...

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New Deal

Black Tuesday
     October 1929
     Vanishing wealth; stocks decline

Great Dust Bowl
     Windstorms and...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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Well, I see that Congress is proposin' another trillion dollar spree!
Those inept buffoons must think money grows upon a tree!
The treasury is crankin' out bales...

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To the tune of "Itsy Bitsy, Teenie Weenie, Yellow, Polka-Dot Bikini"
Dedicated to Nancy Pelosi

Chorus:
She has an itsy bitsy
Teenie weenie
Brain inside her little beanie
And she uses...

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His full given name is Barack Hussein Obama
The etymology of his first name, "Baraka," a Swahili word meaning "Blessed"


      It's...

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Another One Down
And another one bites the dust. 

Marriage. 
My friend, my neighbor, the lady next door, 
Rampant miscalculations of being too nice, 
two people...

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Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to...

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What am I?*

Am I just a matter?
Am I just spirit?
Or
Am I a combination of spirit and matter?

If we examine the first case- that I am...

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The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This...

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You know we’re very poor, of that we have certainly, never denied.
Then the ‘Obama-I-don’t-Care’ gave us another whammy, Yes, indeed! Oh My!
Now, it’s Peanut butter...

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