Best Trumped Poems
April showers bring May flowers and weather breezy
This year April snow has brought us all to our kneesies
What the hell...
Something smells
Must be Trumpie, disturbing the scheme of thingsies
There was a possibility of snow.
I looked out on a chilly white scene,
reflecting that extremes of weather are
matched by extremes of political fronts.
The season hangs its head
under a burden.
Out for a walk with 'Duke', I ducked
under snow-laden branches,
but it was the beast of a snowplough
that threw it at me – down my neck.
Is other traffic struggling
to get to where?
This morning the world feels very different.
We are searching to find where we are
as a big Trump of the white stuff
is flung at us. On the way to the White House
an occluded front is forecast.
So what to put on?
ATTENTION READERS:
In the interests of full disclosure, our recent sightings of Humpty-Dumpty were reported on social media. In addition, the most reliable eyewitness happened to be an illegal alien, somewhere in the South. We cannot divulge that alien's exact location, for obvious reasons, and for professional ethics. So here:
When Britannia ruled the waves
And the Americans in league trumped the Braves
Agent Humpty-Dumpty was schooled
In Divide-and-Conquer rules
Then came 1776 and 1789
Humpty-Dumpty was falling behind
Fast forward to a more recent time
Think of the year 1989
Humpty had a tremendous, spudendous fall
Do you recall the Berlin Wall came falling down?
Just like that, Humpty-Dumpty was almost done
Reporters visited China’s Great Wall
Where the Chinese had trumped the Great Mongol
Humpty-Dumpty was not investing there
Not his hand, or finger, or trademark absent hair
It seemed our world would keep just China's historic wall!
Then Hilary was thumped in recent days, in the glorious year 2017
Humpty was spied, by an illegal alien
Near Mexico, but on this side of the Rio Grande
Raising capital under an undisclosed "Humpety-Trumpety" brand:
For a wall to keep out the hordes yet again!
We have nothing against capital, profit and gain
(No more LOSS just PROFIT at labor's cost! Unless you want a Great Depression again?)
But our Humpty has never read Robert Frost's poem, "Mending Wall,"
When Nature itself sends fence and wall tumbling down
Each springtime: dovetailing the work of hunters, spring, and Fall
He asked: "What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense," wrote the Poet
Some living poets may join in the fray,
To boldly declare, nay, to write in a polite way -
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall."
Edited for Contest on April 24, 2017.
oh my lord a story so stark
familiar hoof marks stab at a monarch
do what you must
passion will always trump lust
donald will not draw my ballot mark
Sudden awakening that day
A landslide from inside
Expelled
Deep resentments built for years
Tapping into fears
The day reason died
Dystopian awakening that day
Tyranny unleashed by choice
Willing
Votes for disruption
Volcanic irruption
Anguish given a voice
Rude awakening that day
The suddenness of realisation
Transformed
Promises on the hoof
With no basis in truth
A political improvisation
Crazy awakening that day
Diagnosed as insane
Overcoming
A rancorous election
Regrets in reflection
Trumped by bewildering pain
He thought he was king of the pack
And told all his team he'd be back.
But what a kerfuffle
When after the shuffle
He found he'd no ace but a Jack!
20.11.20
( For the purpose of the contest only - no political comment!)
'Out On A Lim Poetry Contest'
Sponsor -Joseph May
I don't need God today,
Just a pitcher of water
a couple of rays of lemon
chilled in the fridge
to heavenize
the lips.
Such a simple thing, a glass of chilled bliss.
No, I don't need God today, but tomorrow may be different.
Is it blasphemous to tell a simple truth?
For this little treasure chest
of simple pleasures that I sip.
Does it really make God pissed?
Tomorrow may very well be different
but for today God was trumped by a lemon.
I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe)
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby
boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no further,
or send out a scout
herewith infractions distilled,
though personally, I strongly advise
ye to go trout
fishing in America,
with a master bait
tour and/or subsist
on circa 1521 a.d. vintage date
diet of worms, well preserved
nearly five centuries
since team did excavate
cuz his narcissistic
propensity, brought fate
fool downfall wool find you
fist pumping imaginary pugilist great
reflexively recoil, at the ingrate
asper adultery, terrible
black barbs caused psyche dial late
bacchanalian debauchery,
marriage did mutilate
philandering prurient lechery,
et cetera (albeit kinky),
he did participate
heatedly enough to generate
electricity to induce perms
in every man, woman,
and child, or make poker straight
tightly coiled locks, whose weight,
sans comb bind
terms oven destined
with hot sizzling endeavor to find
my inner Elvis a vis with curled lip,
and daily pelvic grind
tryst ting mounting with hind
quarters sighting derriere
rearing to groove while inclined
at a sixty nine degree angle hull lined
for maximum fair moan to get mined
licentious behavior spurred from celibate
marriage, hence call of the wild pined
tubby satiated, and
subsequently huss signed,
thus within web of treachery
"FAKE" Casanova did wind
up gaining independence as
a Norwegian bachelor farmer.
Trumped
Welcome to our Wonderland
Where polls and politics abide
Our elves will take you on a ride
Where you will meet the Prince of Darts
Who tolerates the Queen of Hearts
and ladies in waiting if they aren’t fat
He seeks to overthrow the Queen
with Trumped up charges repeatedly
Then truths will become lies and you will see
unless the truth begins with a P
He’ll lie to all his underlings
And promise them funds with some suspense
Will they be in dollars or just in Pence
One thousand polls have made the call
He seized the throne and will build a wall
To keep the Ogres all outside
He has become King and he will rule
The overlook his band of fools
And find a way to dictate ways
to perpetuate goals to antiquity
And if it’s resisted from the left
His established ego will have to say
Go Chuck yourself with a capital F
Trumped Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
April 9, 2017
No secret the Don did abrogate,
his strict ban barring employees to acclimate
themselves, to live within United States
legal tender, and accommodate
themselves comfortably anonymous,
though "NOT FAKE," but accurate
reliable, trustworthy, et cetera
resources who did activate
my awareness, his hired hands receive adequate
pay, (perhaps greater than minimum wage),
despite the fact he does vehemently administrate,
adulterate presidential decrees, and thus
passively advocate, those supposed:
intruders, marauders, and pillagers
(rapists thrown in for good measure),
thus being party to affiliate
with contrary doctrine makes
him more than a flagrant hypocrite
since such migrant fiasco does aggravate
me as well as innocent lives that aggregate
within a country, whose motto rather than alienate
purportedly offered sanctuary:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse
of your teeming shore."
No excessive effort needed to insulate,
expedite and ameliorate
the woeful plight of ordinary peoples,
whose culture club, those very
governments aim to annihilate
driving a figurative wedge (gee),
I decided to annunciate
(a spurious whim), and suspensefully anticipate
if affection toward asylum seekers will arise
decrying duplicitous action (exhibited by
commander in chief), undoubtedly
other citizens do not appreciate
(minus the bajillion dollars purposelessly
allocated to erect a skyhigh wall,
when more humanely appropriate
measures beg attention at
less expense I aver and approximate
and avoid unfairly incriminating, but to arbitrate
(with some degree of justice) pitted
toward migrants flagrant human rights violation,
those in power arrogate,
and wield for the luxury, exploitation and convenience
of those wealth mongers, who fail to articulate,
how when families got rent asunder fallout does asphyxiate
the human species in toto (including
Dorothy, Cowardly Lion, Tin man and Straw man).
Trump now loves rhyme, its integral
to his existence as his name
rhymes with so many words so well
and words that qualify his fame,
There’s flump and rump and also plump,
then’s sump and its close cousin, slump
and not forgetting grump and dump
all lumped together form a chump
And contributing to his art
in English Trump describes a fart
Epilogue
When Trump was told his poetry
was subject to some caveats
he thought he’d act on the advice
so based on it bought a cravat.* *
*reference his ? poetry book cover photo !
every day
the fear of the fall out
because this party sucks
and never plays the music right
Trump has been trumped
Kamala is riding high
She’s a wordsmith with a brain
And grumpy Trumpy’s word shy
She’s younger and full of vitality
He’s lost the ear of the crowd
While thinking he’d win easily
He’s now course and very loud
Spitting words of venom
Accusing her of dastardly doings
Kamala is the chosen one
His election bid in ruins
Xi, Putin and ping pong Korea
Were rubbing their hands with glee
But Trump has lost his poison
And has the sting of a dying flea
Evil always succumbs to good
And the wrong are never right
Trump’s no Robin Hood
I hope America sees the light.
David Cox 24/07/24
Who would have thought Teresa May
Would ever make a nation sway
A snap election she did call
No one thought she'd have the gaul
Denying that she ever would
Everyone knowing that she could
She often comes over as being strong
Perhaps she has this one wrong
Counting down till the eighth of June
Will the country see a blue moon
Anything can happen at the vote
Heading to the polls do take note
Look what happened America trumped
A surprising turn may see her thumped
Sometimes it can be very painful,
Or just plain embarrassing to admit.
When an icon fails to reach the pedestal,
And their fraud is hard to acquit.
The effort involved in this fabrication,
Took decades to sharpen and hone.
Where the 'PR' folks worked their magic,
Creating a genius instead of Al Capone.
This 'con' reached upon new levels,
With a portrait that extended coast to coast.
While a legendary status from industry
Followed, Hell, politics would be simple as toast!
And while this chapter remains unfinished,
A nervous nation awaits the painstaking review.
As the truth becomes convincing to judgement,
And the illusions disappear without a clue.