Best Inauguration Poems
Four years ago on this very day
the Democrats and their proxy media stooges
cried “the election was stolen!”
and “we need to impeach Trump!”
Today the same apparatchiks
and oligarchs and media fawned and gushed
over a corrupt senile swamp rat
and propagandised his coronation.
And all the while Granpa Joe
spoke of unity and of healing a divided nation
and called out “political extremists,
white supremists, domestic terrorism”
Meaning evil Trump supporters,
not BLM or Antifa, just you Trump supporters.
Slow Joe thinks you are all racists
and fascists who need reprogramming.
And so the great purge begins
and woke authoritarian censorship done under
the cloak of moral righteousness
to silence all you “insurrectionists”.
I felt sick watching the old eunuch
with his hand on his bible swearing allegiance
to heal and govern for all Americans.
Real America knows that ain’t so!
Beware the Orwellian deep state,
be afraid of your government more than ever.
The Great Reset is upon us and…
the digital book burnings have begun.
Goebbels would be so proud!
Written: January 2021
pioneer esprit de corps front tier brisk.
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Open arms and clenched raised fists raise
masquerade diametrically opposed to rodomontade sways
spewing threatening sacred constitution
expounding vaunted values déclassé 1968 degreed phase
Wharton alumni now on warpath to raze
via his bull dozing wreaks havoc on coven daze
ruining complex edifice
usurped storied super power craze
thru humiliation, liquidation of dredging bays
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and justification (viewed thru his warped vision)
scotching inalienable rights reducing to rubble bedrock division
with remainder of flinty stones,
and unlovely bones a wasteland fission
absent without a trace any evidence of Halcyon days,
which abomination, decimation, and gangrenous lesion
joie de vivre, when martial law decree deep incision
heil come rolled up (frightfully with egregious decision.
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the venomous, tenebrous, and rancorous white house
Head honcho viz prez) inside checkered hookahs lighting
one end per slow burn as hoary smoke emanates
in shape of Taj Mahal, then harmless as Mickey mouse
he iz well singed, seared, and scalded like a cook grouse
(yet of course still alive) sent to further douse
him into initiation righting tis basic human coup laid louse.
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Acid test whereby he will be sold to Vladimir Putin for bunk
her hilled feather bedding rubles on the dollar, where clunk
key interim held up by cadre of well comb pence dunk
key Kong sated marionettes, which will carry fleshy lunk
dirty deeds done dirt cheap of this unmentionable monk
key villainous uber trumpeter, scabrous, recalcitrant querulous punk!
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keep your finger and toes crossed for the next four years
aware that such laughable ruse and superstitious scares
not one impish bot of fate, but more so gives false cheers.
Form:
It's clear. Sunny deadly town,
its square with old young bones is lined.
Cold furtive faces wave the flag
and soldiers guard them and the time.
On concrete a brass band struck up,
A man stepped on a carpet red.
His hand he's keeping on his chest,
into a pantheon heavy steps.
Its fatty body's clapping out,
a daughter of Jezebel on stage,
one right-believer, three lean men.
A speech. A pause. A burst of cheers.
Minsk. April 8th, 2006
Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons,
he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative,
and heartily galls
toward this introspective kickstarter male,
and most likely others he appalls.
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My inner guru hankers to share voice
amidst increasing din
and clamors in reaction to insidious machinations fin
hushed via Machiavellian offal prince,
who unleashes clout with Cheshire grin
unconcerned about population, chaste,
from their wells Fargo wing.
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Most every citizen banker, and kin
stared down vis a vis fierce-some intimations
catapult escalating, spin
laughing at rigged voting outlook
gratefully inflicts populace with monstrous win
doomsday soldiers -
art of the deal book not writ by said urchin.
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Though regularly affiliated with top notch
kudos to virtual soapbox platform
re: all poetry to express Bing averse
toward ill feted Barron settlement
of United States government tossed like scotch
on thar hocks, thus an uneasy angst
also invisibly grabs me by the crotch
cuz das Trump power monger,
I fear rubric of democracy, he will botch!
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This poem alternately titled -
harbinger of political debacle wolf find antipode
where toxic brew at crack of 12 a.m.
January 20th 2017 doth bode
doctored pregnant swollen tidal anarchistic military toad
deeds sheepishly shape into battalions
in tandem - fraternal order of police erode
Civilian protesters unite with ordinary citizen bankers
crowdsource sing metallic ca clash to goad
Form:
Prime Minister May
And Merkel, too,
Are prone to give Trump some rope
They're not cutting slack
Just watching their back
To avoid our President's grope . .
Did you know? Did you see? Did you hear?
Did you think? Did you hope? Did you sneer?
For today is the day
that Bluebeard goes away!
Bid adieu to his mountainous rear!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.
JANUARY 21st
This Dream To You! Coming true on Inauguration Day..
I could have run,
And tried to hide.
When God said,
"Go against the tide."
Preach Unity,
And never fight.
All races on earth,
Have equal rights.
In Peace and Love,
"I Have A Dream."
No prejudice,
0r hatred,
Life Serene!
I could have tried,
To run and hide.
But either way,
I would have died.
So I chose,
To carry on.
To show in peace,
We can be strong.
"I Have A Dream."
It must come true!
And now God gives,
This Dream To You..
------- Author's Notes -------
MAFLongfellow
In honor of Martin Luther King Jr. and Our new President Obama
We are all like-men
one leg at a time
yet some stand out
trouser-ed or not
some become possessed
a holy mission accepted
subduing the personal ego
as did Christ, Son of God
First Risen
these are blessed children
of the Sacred Divine
Some saviors born.
Some developed by
trial and error experience~
like an artist's film
or a botanist's rare
orchid --
Some, not of the soil
nor lab, tempered like steel
of unearthly fire
Trump, a force for good
that evil will be compelled to
continually oppose
We encircle his lead
fellow conscripts of Heaven's
saintly unbridled army
pray for his continued divine
protection.... "In God We Trust"
as well as on our coins
engraved upon the soul of
Freedom Loving Men and women
the world over....
To my redneck father,
who art in Heaven.
I dedicate this day to you.
Growing up with your "Archie Bunker" ways,
you would never believe this day!
A black man, really is President.
I can see you rolling in your grave,
telling me, I best behave!
"A black President", no you can't!
I say, "Dear Dad, we have",
and on this day, he will be sworn in.
For us all to stand together, America again shall win.
Dad, I know you had your reasons,
but you brought me into a world that's changed.
Now we have united ways, and brand new seasons.
I will stand proud to share this day.
America can't win the other way.
Dad, you taught me" United we stand, divided we fall."
Well together, change has come down the Washington hall.
The "White House" has a black President.
Barrack H. Obama, with strong mind and good will was God sent.
Dear Dad, I love you so,
But the "old ways", have got to go!
United we stand, you said it right!
Daddy, you had to know,
as you fought for our Nation in war.
Good change would come to our shore.
Maybe now, we can let go of that ugly beast.
Daddy dear, may you rest in peace.
Maybe someday, hate and war, too will decease.
politicos dressed in formal clothes ~ the dark shrouds of civility
Well Mister Trump it will soon be your inauguration day
What words of wisdom will you have to say
Will you bring our country together or tear it further apart
Be the president for everyone, be humble from the start
The world is watching your every move
Play the YMCA song to get you in the groove
The people have spoken and have given you four more years
Bring us some joy and happiness, let there be no fear
We are a country of proud people both rich and poor
Make wise decisions we could not ask for anything more
Treat everyone with respect and dignity with your actions and words
Be positive and guiding but allow the people to be heard
Some people are celebrating while others feel devastation.
I am happy because today is Donald Trump's Inauguration.
It's what some people want and what others resent.
Donald John Trump is now our forty-fifth President.
I support him as his Presidency begins to advance.
I believe that he should be given the benefit of the doubt, he deserves a chance.
You do not have to explain
I heard the sense of tame
The lion roared loud within your heart
No words were very smart
Of you to do, the suppressed anger
Now to deal with it release the danger
Different views ways to deal with it all
Listen they will try to call
Right now you are more important and your life ways in the balance
Do not tip over, it maybe a hard challenge
It may be difficult right Now
But now has somehow granted an access to bow
Down to renew restore a chance at it again
To walk upright a smile not to pretend
Hold on
Tormented values given wrong
Release pressure a new song
I couldn't watch; I plugged my ears.
(My husband turned it on.)
A sadness filled me up; I fear
My way of life is gone.
The new administration
Will not welcome folk like me
And in the next 4 years we can't
Predict how things will be.
I haven't felt this out of touch
Since protesting the war
(Viet Nam, while in college);
I was angry to the core.
But now that rage is tempered
By despondency and fear
For I never ever thought
That such a thing could happen here.
wow, i'm acting like a lil kid on xmas eve,going to bed early so tomorrow will come faster. a back to back wow! cause finally some not bad but good excitement. Twas the night before inauguration day i get up,turn the light back on and write this poem. the past sad bad events of this year gives us a clear understanding of what hope is and now joe, you and kamala are what hope is..we hope that we americans are once again embracing the "we" factor our interpride will see daylight again and in our ole american spirit having that shine again,we share that guiding light to the world.. N' now i lay me down to sleep and pray tomorrow you will safekeep.