Best Cruz Poems
Cilla Jaye
Crazy,Silly,Random,Sad
Sister of Meny,Thomas,Jordan,Selena,and Maria
Who loves GOD,JESUS,Family,Friends,Art,and Band
Who feels sad,giggly,loved,and hated
Who fears being alone,shunned,failure,and hurt
Who would like to meet GOD,JESUS,As I Lay Dying,and Skillet
Anadarko Warrior and Mexican for life
Female Aztec Warrior
Ted Cruz
everything he owned he said he would use
until he needed more
Goldman/Guzman they both topped up the score.
Ted Cruz
the implausible poseur distorting others' views
try a few of his own
see him preen for those selfies with gullibles half grown.
All today I had the blues
Because I listened to the news,
Learning Iowans did choose
Not Trump or Rubio, but Cruz.
This candidate does not amuse.
His cockiness just seems to ooze
From all his pores and in reviews,
His own Grand Party can’t enthuse.
It seems he likes to put the screws
On fellow pols, who can’t excuse
The vitriol he likes to use
When his agenda he pursues.
In the end, I must effuse –
Oh, Mr. Cruz, I hope you lose!
car mechanic and obessor
rude
unreliable
Zzzzzzz
Felito Cruz
while undoubtedly making the news
something has shed
the Donald, informed, will happily call for his head.
It seems our driver made a fuss
Whilst dodging bullets on our bus
When Ted Cruz said,
"You won't be dead
If you shoot first, and then you cuss!"
Early mission's ruin makes chaff.
Former pride's diminished by half.
Seen now old destruction's no laugh.
Glory's faded.
Rogues were ruled not by an oak staff.
Prudence jaded.
Ted Cruz
is now attempting to play the barnyard muse
with Rick Perry
who can likely count cows but intangibles not very.
Power
blue power
atlantics oceans power
Impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
three hundred yards of sea
Iridescent rainbow in the bright sunlight
withering pounding and crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
Relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums to come
Santa Cruz
it was deep and blue-green and you could
see the sandy bottom where mako sharks circled
the boat, waiting for scraps, a habit they'd
learnt from the tour boats
that's when I heard the sound I hadn't heard
anytime before, a rasping blow of air,stifled
by the blood-foam sea and granite drum rocks
of the jagged cave nearby
I took up the anchor and let the crafty current
pull me over to listen more: the cave, like an
open sore...
a home to birds and maybe more?
the dark hole,seen many times before but
never entered, drew us in, me and the bobbing
sea-sick boat:the sound grew louder and filled
my ears and a shaft of ocean light shone on a
sight I knew...a gigantic whale...vast and drawn,
filled the dark dank seaweed cave
the blow hole blew the living spray which bounced
off the rock roof and pierced the sea below, a thousand
darts at play
and I came up close to the him,in the choppy tropical sea
and saw his eye, the size of a saint's halo looking out at
this new,dark closed world
and I wondered what he was thinking...
then as if giving me his final goodbye, he sprayed and blew,
then rolled over onto his side, revealing his white,ribbed
underbelly, now safe from the whaler's knife
and I shook off a tear and swept the hair from my face,
gunning the boat's motor against current and wind
and as I made distance away from the cave I thought I
heard a sound, or was it the reefs and the bouncing
waves below, like an army of humpbacks saluting a friend,
before the hammerheads and makos swam in for the end?
and the sun-cracked sky and the salt in my face spoke,
"you'll never forget what happened this day"
Power
blue power
an oceans power
impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
iridescent there rainbows in the bright sunlight
three hundred yards distant felt inertia of the sea
withering a pounding and a crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums
to come
It's so fun to play eachothers
lives
write it down
come get inside
on these Giant Carnival Rides
It was a Giant Good One
And it's written all over your
face
I was just looking for this pencil
when i was thinking of you.
It's all in your brain Big Dummy
Don't let it kill you!
Before I do
I'm getting loser
TO YOU!
A big-time gambler in Santa Cruz
told his wife: Hey—what’s there to lose?
But she filed for divorce
when he picked the wrong horse
Now he’s left with an old pair of shoes.
2/6/22
So, the regimental adjutant is to command 3rd Company
As we escort three million francs to Puebla?
Leave it to the general to trust such a fortune
To a band of misfits led by a staff lackey
Who can’t even shuffle cards, hampered as he is
By that ridiculous wooden hand.
Well, I just hope the good captain’s prick
Isn’t characterized by splinters.
We’re likely to get a good screwing
Before we accomplish this mission.