Old Joe and Jill went up to Capitol Hill
Stayed four years, longer than they had-oughter
Then Old Joe came tumbling down ~
As she scavenged the carcass for his crown
The DEI VP's heart exposed as stone after
DEI = Didn't Earn It
VP = Vice-President, Kamala Harris
Made a cuppa coffee this morning
Forgot about it
I think I ate breakfast
Can’t remember what
I combed my hair
Singular
Musta brushed my teeth
They’re back in my mouth
I wear a shirt that reads
“IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN”
Socks that disagree with each other
Shirts that read like a virtual menu
Shoes that tie themselves
The best place to look for my glasses
Is in the lost and found pile
I shave when my beard
Gets to that itchy stage
Bathe when the dog moves
To the far end of the couch
I laugh a lot
Not always sure why
Or for what reason
I have children
And phones
That are smarter than I am
Yet nowhere near as wise
When my doctors ask
“any questions”
I reply
“yeah, what’s the capital of South Dakota”
They are generally not amused
I don’t think they know….
(This dark poem was written on the anniversary and in memory of the events of January 6, 2021.)
Gallows at the Capitol
By Mark D. Stucky
“Hang Mike Pence”
was the chilling chant
the day democracy died
on a gallows at the Capitol,
when citizens began rejecting
election outcomes they didn’t like,
and, to get their way, turned to
threats, harassment, and violence.
Denials of elections, ethics, and common sense
lead us ever further down a path toward ruin.
Democracy’s rough corpse is already rotting
as we now slouch toward another election.
(See also my poems "The 2023rd Psalm," "Bathing with Bathsheba," and "The Art of the Devilish Deal.")
(The image is a collage of two images by Andy Feliciotti and Johannes Blenke on Unsplash.com.)
Three years ago today we watched
The Capitol attack
And what it made me understand
Is there’s no going back.
For though there always have been lies
In government, I saw
That there are many people who
Think they’re above the law.
And going forward, I’m afraid
That things will get much worse,
For anarchists have now have years
To gather and rehearse.
The lies of January 6th,
Which many still believe,
Are reinforced by those who yearn
To damage and deceive.
Toddlers Storm The Capitol
*
Sitting on the beach
I watch and listen
To the ocean waves
Caress the shore
*
The Beauty of Nature
Keeps me steadfast in my
Fervent Prayer for Redemption
*
I beseech You
To touch the
Hearts and Souls
Of the burgeoning leaders
In commerce and government
*
Enlighten them to a world
Where greed will destroy
All we treasure
*
Let the toddlers of our world
Keeping their legs wide apart
Hesitant between each step
Jerking from side to side
Walk to the capitals
And stage a massive sit-down
Where no one moves
Where we all watch
*
As the toddler sit-down
Gloriously demonstrates
Our innate desire and will to keep
The future healthy and viable
*
A muddle of voices
all crying foul
Cacophony's in now
budding diplomats howl
Scowls on their faces
deceit in their hearts
tourists buy scorecards
to tell them apart
The democrat’s in quite a fight -
an umbrella could not end plight.
The needles are fine,
so rabies won’t shine.
It’s capital when a fox serves a bite.
On April 5th Representative Ami Bera was bitten by a fox
on the way to the Capital for votes.
4/9/2022
Walking
Running
Bringing impending doom.
Who are they?
They claim they're heroes.
But not a single hero was there that day.
Who are they?
They say they are Patriots.
Peculiar for traitor to say.
They screamed and shouted
Creating such violence
They screamed and shouted
Spewing out venom.
The blue showed up
Not even stopping them.
Nobody seemed to stop them.
Why aren't they stopping them?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Because,
They are one and the same
One and the same.
The Air of a Different Century
David J Walker
And to think
I remember days in 1956
Not that they mattered to anyone
As young as me
Only that the sky was clear and
I breathed the air
of different century
where it rained on me
in the fall
and the snow was pure and
fell on all who braved the
winter storms of 1956
the hustler and bustlers drove cars
and took buses to
downtown Denver waiting
for golden flakes to fall
from the capital dome
It was my 1956 Home
What looked like Capitol Hill’s worst ill,
Gets reborn as peoples’ voice and will—
Democracy’s pillars
Vying with death-dealers,
Imparting lessons to learn uphill!
____________________________________
Happenings |12.01.2021|
Topic: democracy, freedom
Poet’s note: In a bit of shame for USA, the country saw how a sitting president can harm the cause of democracy. Yet, the country should feel proud that its institutions and people manning them prevailed in the end. This limerick is a sequel to the one titled, The Ill of Capitol Hill’.
Violence on the United States Capitol
January 6, 2021
History has taken a turn without silence.
Morality disappeared showing violence.
How do we explain to our children the evidence
That our leader stirred the bad from the bad?
They all need to be accountable and sentenced
For the consequence.
1/10/201212
Proud boys were observed breaking glass
Confirming that Trump has no class
As seen on TV
Like the GOP
Trump just doesn't give a rat sass!
If you think what happened was too bad,
Imagine, had he been elected...
Oh four more years of him
On American dream!
Think, world's a small price paid, and be glad.
________
Tongue-in-cheek 03/01/2021
Topic: humour, happenings
We watched in horror, fury, shock
As everything we knew
Was ravaged right before our eyes
And all was left askew.
Sedition! Insurrection! Coup!
Those words were tossed about
As Trump-incited chaos
Left democracy in doubt.
To see the U.S. Capitol
Invaded, stormed, defiled,
With law enforcement lacking,
Finally got some people riled.
But what did Trump supporters think
Would happen? After all,
He’d stood before his crowds and, oh,
They’d heard his clarion call.
Though Congress finished up the count,
The rule of law reclaimed,
I wonder if, at last, some members
Finally felt ashamed.
Beautiful, yet so utterly vile!
Congress shut down, hiding, plotting.
The destruction of this country and its President.
Under the glitzy costume of a Virus you came.
Unabashedly shredding the Bill of Rights.
Joyfully, slamming churches and synagogues tight.
You vampires on the Hill~
Destroying the Republic, the lives of its people.
To the great god, Socialism, you plan a building
with a shining gold steeple.
We cannot shake someone's hand?
Yet you unabashedly, tax us cruelly to beat the band!
Some of us not your slaves, not now nor ever will
be.
While you track our movements and words with
unconstitutional, unlawful glee.
April 12, 2020
10pm PST
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