Best Handlers Poems

And as the hills yonder 
Turned red from sunset rays
As darkness engulfed the valley
And the sweet sounds of birds
Rent the cool evening air

Our cows and sheep and goats 
Hurried down the footpath
As though they were late
To a gathering of clans
Or to one of their own

And...

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It’s one thing to be senile
and lie in your own drool.
It’s another to be President 
and be that droolin’ fool.

So ask yourself, America,
of all the President’s men…
who was runnin’ the country
signin’ with Joe’s autopen?


Note: To those who have eyes it was obvious that Sleepy Joe...

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An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.

Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to...

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Ms Flip-Flop, busted for plagiarism in her co-authored book in 2008 stealing texts almost verbatim from Wikipedia and other sources.

But the media still run cover for her.

Also plagiarised was a story she told of a childhood memory about when she was a child during the...

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Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus.

He was well fed and got lots of attention, like rave days of mist roses,
When silver moments tell true stories,...

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It is Monday, today is pay the bills and light shop.
All this after we have been for the morning run.
The dogs are always keen, they trot beside me
as at ten miles an hour we cover the ground

Always pleased to see their friends we stop and...

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Christmas finds reindeer landing on rooftops

Santa’s kindly added some extra stops

     His sleigh filled with travelers

     Scared of TSA handlers

Scoff as coal through government chimneys drops



*For Francine’s Christmas contest...

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Let us discuss the circus alive in the theater of your conflicts,
the Master of Ceremonies cremates caution
in the center of curiosity's conciet
where birds bleed songs of azure agony,
madness remembers the melody of a midnight march
to a shrine built from bricks baste with war sweat and...

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The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls

The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all...

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A child hears a song on the radio
and the music sets his mind aglow...
at his age he’s too young to know
he’s being sucked in the black, black hole
of foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.

Tuned to the beat that fills his ears
he merges with the sounds...

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I remember being a little remote control. My chassis 
was sound and I was beeping all the time. My handlers 
were amused to drive me around. I was happy to please them.
It made me feel sound.

Then they took me to the track to teach me...

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We are drawn here for the festivity, to glorify His name.
In our crimson best, presents wrapped gaily, to glorify His name.

Joyous revelers and their dutiful handlers arriving.
Doors open, we are welcomed heartily, to glorify His name.

Presents not expected, but the mistress will not feel neglected.
Material...

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Muddy face band and tin-tin man breaking bad
Game of thrones, constants and variables
Contestants variant, variously able, paid under the table
Save it Larry, your speeches are not reliable
We see your Mr Cain, presentable, but is Cain able?

After what you did your reputation is wrecked
Big crowds but...

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When I go outside and see the homeless, I see one thing,
There are no homeless Hispanics and yet, 
There is a Hispanic Panic amongst those who are paranoid

From the abuelitas selling taquitos to artists hawking cartoon portraits, street vendors were hustling long before the pandemic....

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Scared
   by Odin Roark

Fear saved the fly
The spider wept

Fear kept men alive
While Napalm paved the way

Fear keeps the 1% insulated
Handlers and mental bodyguards 
At their beckon call

The mongrel on Manhattan’s frozen streets
Knows well the virtue of fear

Yet

Never will we see our species
Handle being...

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