Best Impeachment Poems
“Peach”
What have I done,
To deserve this peach?
The Lord only knows,
How many they’ll reach.
You know the media,
And how they preach.
Abuse of their right,
To Freedom of Speech.
My name is Donald Trump,
And I’m here to say,
Watch how the others,
Will try to get you to sway.
Whether it’s the truth,
Or a bold-face lie,
Some people tend to only,
Follow the other guy.
They campaign against me,
And may continue to grow.
My question is to you,
What do you KNOW?
I ask this directly because,
Facts of my case should matter!
Have you, yourself ever been,
A part of the latter?
Research for fact or fiction,
Please make an informed decision.
For what you ultimately decide,
Could cause a major collision.
Jump on their bandwagon,
Only if you feel you must.
Knowing all the facts,
Magnifies the massive unjust.
Whether a report is fake or real,
Determines the truth or lie,
Some people will tend to follow
The path of the other guy.
The peach counts are rising,
Total up to 1.4 million now.
Another question I ask to you,
Have you checked the DOW?
During the slander, you may have missed,
The economy shining so very bright.
Or unemployment at an all-time low,
With no indication of end in sight.
“Make America Great Again!”
You see, is what I say,
Why don’t you appreciate,
What I do for our country every day?
I speak to command you today,
To stick with your gut,
As you know what’s right,
It is clearly open and shut.
What have I done,
To deserve this peach?
You and I know,
It’s a far, far reach!
Let us come together as one,
By using our speech,
We can spread the word,
And proudly use it to teach.
Together we have the power,
Let’s make the reach.
We can merry together as one,
And set out to preach.
The truth is paramount,
Not a figure of speech.
We will win this fight,
This Battle of Impeach.
My Name is Donald Trump,
And I am here to stay.
A mere speed bump,
Is causing minor delays.
This peach I speak about,
Really isn’t that sweet.
Support me as you always have,
And we will fight as a mighty fleet.
I am the President,
I will always proudly shout,
Of the United States of America,
I am without a shadow of doubt.
When the erstwhile Tweeter-in-Chief vents
It is "Freedom of Speech," a First Amendment Right
When Democratic Party will "fight" tyrant-efforts
Defense rests on moral equivalence, yet last night
As many as seven Republican Senators got Party censures
For voting to convict Christian Trump of incitement (01/06/2021)
(c) Deo sheltering in place while US democracy blows over this planet.
I don’t believe Donald Trump should be impeached,
He’s brought light to the Presidency, a dynasty,
Of a long line of ‘born again’ believers, screeched,
Wiling government into a god-inspired fallacy.
Burocracy is not an heuristic term or value judgement -
It’s a rational roll of reasonable deliberations, business,
Mirroring the typical American citizen as sediment,
Which Mr Trump places, to his credit and best guess.
He’s not a force for power without love and freedom,
Stealing smiles from unlikely Democrats, Pub’s alike,
He gives the lesser the right to arbitrate and custom,
When climbing the hierarchy an eager workers’ hike.
He’s not killed five people, an individual’s sadness,
Another quinquennial would see America great again,
With Covid faced squarely and firmly by flatness,
Joe Biden will take it as efficient, practical and fain.
Let the people speak from the Representative’s House,
Not one view, but proffering all view’s to regulate,
Bold with speech, he’s turned the stiff upper clouse,
Into commerce’s flutter, so please give a vulgate.
Dominique Webb
“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait.
Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother.
Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate.
White-ness. Black. Ev’ry creed, faith, and color. Listen to Nanny State and call her your mother.”
A wilting flower and grass that’s mowed
Are ever learning why the wilt and why the harm
Innovation, creativity, and where Americana once flowed
Abandoned by the Deep as “fly over” and robbed and made empty the house and the farm
Nude, nude hush in the cellar and the hand can’t hold the gavel
“Trade with China, take arms to China. In Syria sustain the war.
Rude, rude, rude! Abuse of power and a ban on travel.”
Rightful tariffs to the farmers and the market still tends to soar
“Bully the one we call a bully or brute.
A triggered, flying milkshake will save a safe space.
‘You get out and make a crowd!’ You fight! You punch! -- You loot!
And if you see his son about, spit in his face and invade the place.”
Knowledge of good and evil, and the tree from which it sprang
Covet, covet, corrupt in Kiev; greed was found a-Bidden
An Arkansas mansion mem’ry and sight on the oval did haunt and did pang
An outsider, and drainage of septic forbidden
“The farmers don’t want handouts or charity.”
But past year’s labor sets this year’s price
And The Salt of the Earth today will have clarity
The cream off the barrel of tariffs is their due, and the tycoon’s not calling it “nice”
“I’ll still call you a hater. You deplorable vulture!
Because the map in November robbed us our due!”
It’s not 'the other' we hate; it’s your stainless-steal culture
You polled the what, -- (here a hint and a Midwestern clue)
you owned the what, but Deep, my dear, you forgot about us and left sour the Who.
Warm, warm, yellow warm incandescent nourishes
Blue, blue, sterile, starving, hopeless erie --essence
Nanny off the hitch and hands uncuffed --a dirt road gives and flourishes
With the death of equity and the light of equality. And the tapestry shall dawn irid--escence
The long bulb dies along the edges and fringes
Clinical, global culture to the bin
The gate has fallen off its rusted hinges
And the incandescent will win.
Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win
(part 1)
By: J.R. Wren
A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on light through a tinted glass
Patiently waiting and resting in what it means to be free
“Steal, Steal, Steal. Make it up and patch it.
Feel. Feel Feel. Facts don’t matter and from all myth gleans.
Reel. Reel. Reel. Fish it in and match it.
Lies from the lounge and drunken dither. -- Our ends will justify the means!”
Knowledge of privilege and equity to learn
Servers, red phones, and Benghazi aflame
Crossbones, Chicago, Philly and -- -- Her turn!
“She will win! She will win!” Crumpling papers did proclaim
Deep, deep, deep. In plain sight -- a hidden gate
“He doesn’t win. Right? -- -- Right? ---Isn’t that right?
Steep, steep. Drip from a leaking deep state
What's fusion? It's cash stowed in the store late into the night
A wilting flower and that blade of grass
May not have thoughts of what ought to be
But the Deep aim to crash through lids of glass
The steady, sure swap of twenty-one to rid of sovereign - ty
“Steal. Steal. Steal. Lick it up and stamp it.
Feel. Feel. Feel. Feed the Feds and nothing of the Deep careens
‘Real. Real. It’s real!’" TALL thinks FISA won’t catch it.
“Checked (not checked) but might be confirmed!” And the judges are part of the means
They say “check your privilege” and “equity’s sublime.”
But the phone kept ringing and a message was left
Equality and equity can’t be done at the same time
Not by the color of my skin, but a perfect dream left bereft
A blooming rose and a patch of grass
And a new child doesn’t carry what the elders see
Feeding plenty on light with no prejudice of gold or brass
Seeing no difference between daffodil or lily
Hare over turtle “and beware the snitching fox!"
“Feel, feel,feel for all our shadow’s past."
A broken doll in an empty box.
Lemon spiel and Meadow’s blast
An abrasive sponge and a bottle of bleach
Fluorescent morgue lighting - “ask for their consent!
The clinical culture is calculated for all and for each”
Ballots appear. Nanny will fear. “And soon we’ll get you out of that tent.”
The founding fathers in their graves
Are surely not at rest
For what they had intended
Has been brutally repressed.
The country’s been divided
By a madman at the wheel
And all attempts at justice
Somehow crumble and congeal.
At least a call of witnesses
Would help, if just a little,
To let the nation hear some truths
Before the sure acquittal.
With this administration
All decorum has departed
And we, the people, rage inside
Yet still feel broken-hearted.
Ever heard the words peachy impeachment
Should be considered cause this needs special treatment
Being Canadian, can't vote
But hearing world quotes
Time's come to take the bull by the horns for reasons decent
Crumpling Paper
By J.R.Wren
Caw, Caw, the voice is rusty and the fry will always be true
The crows don’t know a suit, a camera, nor a comma splice
War Machine MSNBC has messy hair and forgot to tie their shoe
Tariff money, the farmer’s due, and the Tycoon’s not calling it “nice.”
“Don’t tell them that story yet; they won’t understand it.
What’s the format today? Are we mixing in op eds with obituaries and news?
We call it a ‘narrative’ today, and we look for the Monk to help us to land it.”
Talking heads continue to spin, and War Machine still needs to tie that shoe.
“Sit on the truth, till the snitching fox and voice-fried crow calls our hand”
Crumpling paper says they do the same job -- same, same, like a clone’s clone
“We don’t get leaks from the Deep, it’s all honest reporting we demand.
Now report it before we get had!” And CNN is early at the driveway of Roger Stone
Caw, caw, the voice is rusty and the fry will give a clue
Salt of the Earth have spoken, and they leave the tabloids on the table
Crumpling paper, and War Machine too, MSNBC, tie your shoe!
The deep hates, just hates, that a new mind is the thing to make us stable
And Foghorn will be red-faced again if they continue to ignore the Who
Crumpled paper, stop telling us WHAT, and start thinking about us and the WHO!
Impeachment of Trump, a hoax and a witch hunt....
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2020
Impeachment Of President Trump Dismissed - It Was A Hoax
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2020/02/impeachment-of-president-trump.html?m=1
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Walaowey.....
All that high drama and witch hunt after the sitting President...
After all the many unthinkable affirmative actions he had done...
A visit and a handshake to defuse tensions with NKorea....
A monumental decision to recognise Jerusalem as Israeli capital....
After the many past Presidents who balked, hemmed and hawed, dithered...
But lack the balls and the decisiveness of Trump, a shrewd businessman who became the US President....
He dared build a physical wall against the influx of illegal Mexicans ...
An initiative unthinkable for a land long touted for her freedom and golden opportunities....
Now that the whole impeachment debacle has run its course...
The final decision has demonstrated that it has been a long and expensive hoax....
And Trump the businessman who became a President...
Has been cleared of all those charges of misusing the powers of his position...
All through the trial by the media and the glare from adverse publicity from the Democrats....
He continually executed his presidential functions with greatness of America firmly in his sight....
Yesterday, in the wake of his latest triumph at the impeachment trial....
Dow Jones market jumped a massive 450plus points to spearhead financial markets the world over....
Long live this American President, he is heads on and on course for another new term....
N. Pelosi proclaimed: "Let's impeach
Donald Trump for his great overreach."
She produced every article,
which was very cathartical
for the people who witnessed her speech.
We spit and sputter
Veins rise up blue in our necks
Still, facts fall away
The Senate’s That Way
By J.R. Wren
To this lens say this, to that mic say that
In the hall smile big, but scowl on the floor
Gold rings and tie bling, look to the big cat
Appear to work hard. None see, “Hit the door!”
“Remove the Tycoon, as soon as you can.”
Crumpling paper will make good news of fray
“The Deep should be heeded, obey the man!”
Everyone knows the Senate’s that way
The lower floor says, “those states should be blue”
Steal, Mull o’er, Crumpled Paper. And Cellar.
“Votes don’t matter! Paper, say what we say is true!”
“Here the Articles! Celebrate and beller.”
“It’s Urgent! It can wait till -- come what may”
You with the gavel, the Senate’s that way!
I
The peaches
ripen,
till they descend
from the tree,
and feel
the bruises of
the fall.
II
Eat,
the ripened fruit
before it
makes its way,
into
the ground.
III
The green
fruit
smiles,
when it watches
the old fruit,
drop.
Ever heard the words peachy impeachment
Should be considered cause this needs special treatment
Being Canadian, can't vote
But hearing world quotes
Time's come to take the bull by the horns for reasons decent
While Congress plays the impeachment fiddle
~ Ukraine and the Kurds get hey-diddle-diddled