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Kommandant in Chief

Is there no place to cast my eyes and look
Without the mug of the felonous crook
Ranting til he turns red
What was it that he said?
"I couldn't care less!" The attitude he took

He doesn't care if his tariffs raise prices
Obsufcation is one of his devices
Scooby Dubious is he
People are blind not to see
Vengeance is one of his many vices

It's Trump this and Trump that. Enough. Good grief!
Aleve, please. My headache needs quick relief
It's attention he seeks
With greediness he reeks
Dictator Donald:  Kommandant in Chief

Americans are rising in revolt
Some in the party have started to bolt
In scandal he's basking
And many are asking,
"How ya like him now, that dictating dolt?"

Hail To The Chief

A bold and brash decree
With a TRUMP AND A TALE he stirred the sea
A leader's journey, in the spotlight's gleam
Echoes of a nation, chasing the American dream

© daniel miltz

Commander-In-Chief of Chaos

Please keep yer cotton-pickin' schnoz out of the Israeli affair, Joe!

Mr. Netanyahu is much better qualified to deal with the foe!

Seems everything you get involved with becomes a giant fiasco!

'Twould be great if you spent less time tryin' to rule the world, Joe,

And seriously consider eradicatin' the chaos you've created in America, Bro!

I Wonder

Who becomes what there is no guarantee…
With this point of view who will not agree?	
The son of a blatant thief…	
Can become a police chief.		
I wonder why only plums from its tree!

Chippewa Chief John Smith

Chief John Smith was a learned chief
revered by some, respected by many
he had taken over the Chippewa as a young man
his peers were all gone now, for he was ninety-six
he figured he might have a year or two left
he lived to be one hundred and thirty-seven
surprising many including himself

Torch

At our illuminating service,
Whether at home or in the office, 
Many preferring to it handle,
For worships reserving their candle…

You lose old torch for new one find cash:
The joy while in a dark space Glorious flash!
For brightness I’d save for battery,
No need in darkness one jittery…

No torch ever sends packing the night,
Only to perimeters give light,
With none ever liked for sights dim:
The chances of user smiling slim…

Not what you find with a younger child,
Rather a lantern like child not wild;
For fishing out people at night thieves,
Whom you’d hailed in the day time “Chief!”

A Paraphernalia of hunters,
In feared forests at night one saunters;
With torch easily locates target,
As some from bright flash escape forget…

The Not-Held by a security 
His night shift stripped of sincerity.

Leave the Difficult Guys To Leave

Leave the difficult guys to leave.
They no more in us believe;
Their proud shares they plan to retrieve;
Over money released they grieve...

Let all the headstrong among us leave.
A lot of members this will relieve:
To check a rolling up of sleeves;
The sight of pugnacious men peeves!

You call a meeting and be brief.
Don't any one treat like a chief.
The Head strong is worse than a thief;
From him one can't borrow a leaf...

That's right: Difficult Men should leave:
No granting of pleasing reprieve...

Source of Pride

You should know their pride:
The fine cars they ride,
Their wealth they don't hide,
The gap still quite wide
Between them and Hyde;
Their walks much like slide:
The made giant stride!

I think too,their pride:
Their time they could bide,
Twelve years they last cried,
Long time Failure died...

Plans to like birds glide,
And pretend 'new bride'...

But I'd heard: chief pride:
"God, not on Hyde's side
Nor him,men beside".

Handcuffs For Chief Craig Who Snuffs

Handcuffs for Chief Craig who snuffs!
No longer seems one who bluffs,
Empty his third boxed up Snuff;
I could not help “An Enough!”
The act capturing as duff, 
Performer to nostrils rough…

Pity had I for Craig’s nose
Brownish Powder hoped to close:
Bad Air spreads each time it blows, 
East/West: wherever it goes…

Craig’s fights with snuff getting tough,
Off Craig should his thick skin slough;
Keep I shall for him voice gruff
But for a Chief not him cuff.

Chief Linked With Thief

The poor man is still in grief;
He was being linked with a thief!
A real big blow to A Chief…

Thrice he’d tried a spiced-up beef 
But the glad bites turned out brief;
“Spreading wide is wrong belief;
To that beef holds no relief.”

He’d be leaving for some reef,
There to not be reaching beef:
Agreed place of his exile;
To stay there not for a while…

No one wants again his guile…
His case files: Stacked-high pile.

My Commanders In Chief

Many think this holiday honors all United States presidents we elect
But let me reflect
It is Washington’s birthday that we celebrate 
It honors President Washington and President Lincoln as of late 
Let’s see how they relate 

Washington was a good ol’ lad
He was the best that America had 
Unanimously elected to commander in chief 
He gave colonists some hope and belief
Posthumously, promoted to a six-star general 
That will forever remain unattainable 
Presided over the Constitution writing
That must have been rather exciting 
Unanimously elected as our first president for two terms 
To which he affirms 
Relinquishing his power
Setting a precedent for every successor 

Lincoln was a prominent figure
During the Civil War 
Another commander in chief 
With a strong belief 
His Emancipation Proclamation 
To end slavery in our nation 
He met his untimely demise 
By a Confederate that did not sympathize 

Both of these men deserve a day
For creating the country we know today 
Though it is not perfect in any way 
America is where I want to stay!

Chief Twit

Elon Musk bought Twitter for Trump
As Truth Social was in a slump
But now Elon frets
Trump does not pay debts
A chump in the dump takes a lump

Trump tells us all that he is wise
And we all know Trump never lies
Trump Tax Returns show
What IRS owe
Who could that possibly surprise?

Our Chief End

Though it seems
that somehow
things are not
quite right now,

When the end
is in sight,
He will put
all things right.

Is life fair?
Thank God, not.
We misjudge
our dire lot.

Standards used:
others’ wrong;
shadows cast:
dark and long.

Gravity:
where begin?
Misperceive
weight of sin.

Cast our cares
upon him;
comes the day
He’ll stand in.

Our chief end:
enjoy Son
for all time,
praise works done.

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Kind of bizarre - this is an Irish quatrain called a 'Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire', but it just appears to be a quatrain with xaxa rhyme scheme and 3-syllable lines... A bit of a mouthful for something so simple...

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides

Protect Your Eyes Like a Chief

Your eyes need your first - class care,
Which has to include some yeast
And they shan't Midday Sun dare;
As Sun eyes The West, facing The East,
Lest one turn Prince of Darkness, 
Too early feeling one's way
While reading ' Moving Slackness
Coverage of page all day!

In eyes kids pack playful sands:
Madness that turns them crimson;
Lots of filth from wild hands,
They are, each, blinded Samson

Eyes for lasting protection 
Dusts saving like a loved Chief
Foreign bodies' detection
For dabbing with handkerchief
Or "Here I come cataract
And one stops to interact
Or real Frightful Glaucoma,
Eyes drifting into coma.

Death Was a Nice Idea

Death was A Nice Idea,
So, Chief became “My Dear”:
Suicide for Breathless State
Straight to Satan’s Estate;
There to my case restate
Boss with Heat rewrite fate…

Death was the Fine Idea:
With Lifelessness no fear,
I wouldn’t for Nurse wait,
The Steroids hold as Great,
A Doctor like God rate
And start comparing Weight…

Death was the Crisp Idea:
Life has proved Another Spear:
Always Airways leave clean
To off hold Shaming Scene!

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