Convention Poems - Poems about Convention

KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS CONVENTION ALREADY HACKED AS CIRO GARGANO AND HIS IDENTITY FRAUD THIEF JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY POSING AS ANTHONY AND YOLANDA NICHOLSEN SADLY IDENTITY FRAUD ON THIS LEVEL AFFECTING ALL THE KNIGHTS AND THEIR FAMILY AFTER PETER GARGANO FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND MY POP IN ROME WITH ST JOHN XXIII THREATENING MY...

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Surprisingly the sides we choose And pretend are for protection Are designed to be dividing groups Accepting large deceptions So remind me please what I should do Consent to all corrections Far as I can see no lives improve Except when on consensus They try to keep each side aloof Preventing our Ascension Them trifling thieves inside their rooms Assessing our contention To oblige...

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I haven’t yet watched the Convention For reasons too boring to mention, Yet I’ve heard every speech Was so good, it might reach All the voters who need intervention. I will Google and catch up in time; I’m too tired to stay up when it’s prime. Though I’m set on my vote, I still wanted to note Its importance and do it in...

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Quite a meditation to think how man evolves, his way of thinking, a little harmless egg into a viper...a once proud Democrat into a Marxist Snake -- JFK turning over in his grave. Racism seems to be a deeper infection in those that vociferously oppose it A contrary species mankind is -- public servants who serve self before God and country Hollywood cheers,...

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I want to know who’s going to tell Trump that the job he’s currently seeking might just be one of those black jobs?—Michelle Obama please don't squander what those before us fought hard for all of their lives ~ he wants you to fear two highly educated black successes whose lives thrives something wonderfully magical is in...

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‘Tis the season for a convention Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la Fear and angst and apprehension Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la Will the protests turn to riots Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la How...

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Stars shine every time The moon beams its loving light The moon smiles aglow A teardrop lonesome Without its world of eyes The weeping crying tearing In the name of a rose What's in the name of a rose Soft petals of confessions I take time to write My haikus so that a rose May bloom in gardens of hearts Penny Nickle dime Soup...

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The annual carousel convention was about to start. Darcy Diamond was excited, this was close to her heart. She usually won a top prize for being beautiful or something. Then she noticed her arch enemy, Carousel Dee Deetle Dumpling. I thought you said she was ill, she hissed to her cousin Nells. Nells always entered the singing competition, she had...

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The red Adirondack chair called birds in from the north Eastern, western and southern birds appeared too. What is it about this chair? They asked each other. With tweets and trills they discussed it. None knew, but the crowd enlarged itself daily. Pretty soon no one remembered that the chair was there. It was just a mountain of birds. A bird mob,...

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He was the only soothsayer on the plane headed toward Grace. The day they all got a message that kept them out of this place. The stewardess asked him are you flying to the psychic convention? He was not sure now if it was wise, it had once been his intention. Where are the rest of the empaths and...

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The summer daisy convention was in full swing They were twisting and bobbing, an amazing thing. The entire meadow was full of their happy stems. They were gay and carefree, there were no amends. I watched from the hill, a dandelion puff, floating by. One snapped me up and quickly said “Hi!” I was surprised, she had seen some worth in...

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Must Mention Retention at Convention must have to mention would not be much retention in crazy convention James Thesarious Horn...

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A reception next week but convention a man says....

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Must be a squirrel convention — bushy tales along the way. The road was nutty-gray. Seven of them held signs: Parking this way. Hold on...I hear a knock at the door. It’s an acorn salesman. I tell the little rascal, “I’m not interested.” But the impolite salesman throws nuts on the floor, scurries in, followed by his cohorts. It’s like The Hobbit. These creatures are not invited. They toss and roast...

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The vac cleaner's union had an annual meet Electrolux and Oreck, and a Bissell and such And invited one old Kirby for a rare vacuum treat: To talk, (tho' they really ...

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