Best Representative Poems
The correlation between the bull and its southern identity,
most likely gives significance to its “calf land” description.
The labour room where renaissance was born
and historically grown through Michelangelo, Donatello, Da Vinci and others.
Finds great contentment in the treasury of the family.
Its empire once hitting heights way beyond the white mountains,
from Portugal to Syria and from Britain to the North African deserts;
while in possession of a language with more Latin words than any other.
It is a bird in constant carriage of two small chicks
while one is distant in the oldest continuous constitution,
the other stands apart in locking its city Gates at night.
The contributions of two major pillars out of so many
in the awesome support of the eighteenth century enlightenment
arguably equates the international influence of its “Three fountains”.
It has great command in the language of music
as the first global operas were composed in its sitting room.
From the Sardinian islands to the spectacle of the leaning tower of prisa,
this world nation with a significant portion
of its economic power rested on the dealings of mafias
is home to ‘A’ grade designers and highly rated sport automobiles.
The birth place of Galileo Galilei and Carlo Collodi,
engaging in unsaid romance with its own wolf;
making leisure a charismatic ritual through the evening stroll
and enjoying the biggest holiday in Christmas to Epiphany
is this land with more masterpieces than any other in the planet
and having the largest tertiary institution in its continent.
THE PEOPLE’S REPRESENTATIVE
I remember, when he came to us,
When he started this political game,
Great things he promised us,
And he even swore, in God’s name,
That he will fulfill his word,
And so, he won our poor hearts.
I remember, all that he said,
“The poor shall be rich,”
“The hungry shall eat,”
“Hospitals shall be within reach,”
“And the jobless be no more,”
And that’s how he won our poor hearts.
I remember, his speech,
That rocked our poor hearts,
“The nation shall be my heart,”
“And the people shall be my life,”
“I shall bring the change we need,”
And that’s how he won our poor hearts.
I remember, his words,
That engraved his name, in our poor hearts,
We sang it all day round,
We praised him, we carried him all around,
We trusted him, with all our poor hearts,
For he had won our poor hears.
I remember, that day,
All old and young, lined up only for him,
With high hopes, we voted him,
With high expectations, we voted him,
With all our poor hearts, we voted him,
For he had already won our poor hearts.
I remember, vividly well,
Those five years passed, nothing fulfilled,
The poor got poorer, the rich became richer,
The hungry got hungrier, the jobless became more,
But the promises were alive, in our poor hearts,
And so, he won our poor hearts once again!
I also know, very well,
That five years have passed now, nothing fulfilled,
Elections are nigh, I see him now,
His tummy has grown, it swings as he walks like a duck,
The promises are still ripe in our hearts,
Shall he again , win our poor hearts?
The promises give us life, we treasure them,
That’s how we get hope, that someday,
The promises shall be fulfilled,
And that’s how we manage to survive,
Even when we lose , to empty promises,
Shall we lose again? Oh, our poor hearts!
Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene
would love to rip out your spleen
if Trump’s not the center of your world.
Her radical convictions she has loudly unfurled.
That she’s antisemitic is true
and, it seems, white supremacist too.
She has praises for Putin.
For some murders, she’s rootin’.
Certain Democrats make up this queue.
She speaks of family values and her Christianity,
then spews out venom. That hate is wrong, she cannot see.
Here’s one conspiracy theory that thrives in Greene’s head:
JFK Jr’s death was a Hillary “Clinton murder”~~that’s what she said!
Ten million dollars is quite a lot*
But not when Trump wants what one has got!
A sudden increase
In funding Elise
Was proof enough Trump hit the right spot!
* Funding for Rep. Elise Stefanik soared
From $2.8-million to $13.3 million after
she switched allegiance to the Trump cult!
Representative Lauren Boebert
said to her date that her boob hurt;
the poor chap only gave her a hand,
and for that they both got banned.
In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
Lies James Jordan, corruption's guise.
His tendrils spread, like poison's art,
Sowing deceit in every part.
A puppet master, cunning and sly,
He weaves a web, where truth shall die.
With promises false, he veils his scheme,
A wolf in sheep's clothing, so it seems.
The fruits of power, his heart devours,
As justice withers, under his powers.
Oh, James Jordan, your deeds betray,
The trust we placed, now swept away.