The insurrectionists of January 6 are NOT patriots!
They are criminals of the lowest amoeba-types
Most patriots were at work improving the G.N.P.
Not carousing and malingering to air their gripes.
Can you imagine an American president colluding,
Encouraging rabble-rousers to storm the Capitol,
Giving tacit approval to hanging his vice-president?
In my opinion, his behavior was clearly lunatical!
And, he is still clamoring for the nation’s attention
Bloviating far and wide, spouting despicable lies,
I’m flabbergasted that so many are on his team
Celebrating and cheering on our nation’s demise.
A long-time presidential aficionado, I hasten to say,
That Donald Trump’s picture among our presidents
Is utterly disgraceful, a travesty of the worst kind,
He should be prosecuted to law's fullest extents.
Written July 30, 2022
I need to be patient with some folks I know
Who prattle on about nothing and loudly proclaim,
They are experts on this or that … hot air they blow
I suppose to acquire for themselves a bit of fame.
To be known for blathering and loquaciousness,
With no understanding of the value of dead silence
Causes me utter consternation, I must confess,
And sometimes almost provokes me to violence.
I am too polite to say, “Will you please shut up!”
My gut starts churning as they drone on and on
With meaningless bloviating at a horse’s gallop,
So, excusing myself, am to nearest restroom gone.
written January 14, 2022
I’m thinking we’re on a downhill slide
With self-aggrandizing politicians now,
Bloviating so self-assured and snide
Paying no attention to their campaign vow.
With an eye on their big monied donors,
They think little of their constituencies
Sometimes I think they are really stoners,
And need more prayer time on their knees.
written October 24, 2021
Over half our country believes the bleep,
As web of tyranny over us creeps.
Cloaked as being fairness for the masses;
Freedom fleeting as each edict passes.
Right of free speech becomes obliterated.
As decent is no longer tolerated.
The delusion of by singing one song.
A way in which man might now get along.
The facts of history scream out warnings;
Which are ignored as non-conforming.
All that does not follow the narrative;
Bloviating pundits call pejorative.
I hope that none of these things come to pass.
I’m just drinking from a half empty glass.
I’m a mere poet, nary a prophet be.
But all these calamities I do foresee.
Upon swollen knees
beg mercy... please!
surely hail showers
dirty deeds
save only deity forgive
thieves of moral trust... pan liars,
bloviating from tainted pulpit
surely hell awaits
,demonic soul,
from pious froth,
earnest turn shoulder cold
Obliterated Truth
My Soapbox sermon
For 2/7/2018
Written: by Tom Wright
We live in a world steeped in moral decay,
Where negative stories are birthed each day;
Pundits routinely, with their words permeate,
Bloviating schlemiels sowing schism and hate;
We’re counted as sheep undeserving of any say,
Regarding what’s important in life each day.
We elect from our midst the best we can find,
But once in office we disappear from their mind.
Each spins their story never considering cost,
And in a plethora of words truth, often is lost.
But I’m assured of one place where I still have say,
Godly prayer changes things, and Jesus is the way.
On an especially epiphany-laden day
I contemplated the beauty that comes from decay
How growth blossoms from a compost heap,
How the tulips from a manure pile leap
I remembered my moments in the pit of despair
And how right after I found a beautiful "elsewhere"
I recalled how struggle led me to the nearest hope
Packaged like a letter in an envelope
Though I felt my mind was bloviating a platitude
It was one which stoked my infirm gratitude
So I found my solace in such a mundane action;
Taking out the trash and awash in abstraction
Brunswickian Who Bloviates
I once had known some sloppy Senator
With loose running mouth needing an inhibitor
And my view of was really quite very vivid
What he loved to do was make people livid.
He often embroiled and then would bloviate
Understand what this meant had to educate
Us so that we could recognize a mannequin
Of someone who looked like a Brunswickian.
A Brunswickian who bloviates here and there
Being afraid he has give up his fair share
So we will have to put your name on file
For auction from the Louie Lewis trash pile.
Must be from Bolivia to understand all of this
In Brunswick County or your just may miss
Each and every point I have been making
What next is the county cooking up and baking?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
PS Bloviating and blow harding are both the same thing.
four star circus
side show of war,
thugs on a hillside
another killing floor,
greedy men squabble loudly
gulping down the poor,
coalition vacuole
futility galore,
sobbing children in the dust
silent tears like rain,
generation lost to time
born in tragic pain,
greener valleys stretch on out
blot out the crimson stain,
sons and daughters of the fist
hope for love in vain,
win the peace, slogans fly
bloviating head,
metal coffin rocky graves
feel hobnail tread,
darker cabals plot it out
empire must be fed,
marching legions to the borders
muster in their stead,
parched throats choking on a crust
bitter unslaked hate,
plowshares beaten into swords
blood debts won't abate,
who can say what life is worth
as condolence payment made,
trembling fluid, parchment hospice,
eyelights slowly fade,
sunlight melting slowly
moving through the dusk,
bloodshot eyes see clearly
at the future's empty husk,
dirty smiles, broken grins,
polluted tonic for our sins,
old hob just sits and grins.
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