Let's stay for a little while
Just before we go
I am smiling to your smile
In the evening glow
I can’t get enough of our
Mutual entertainment
Just a quarter of an hour
Of the sweet derangement
Share with me, my darling
Just before we go
Beckoned by the sparkling
Through the clouds that grow
Just two drowsy people
Lost in loving fun
Two minds getting feeble
Are better than one
My faith is rewarded
With the face of thee
A message you recorded
Says good night to me..
Windy days wreath icy blast into bones;
Sun rays and fahrenheit cannot outlast.
Fingertips and toes exposed to cyclones.
Beneath my hood, cold eyes and cheeks hold fast.
Sun rays and fahrenheit cannot outlast
Jack Frost; his bitter touch entertainment.
Beneath my hood, cold eyes and cheeks hold fast.
Shivers, what’s left of Autumn derangement.
Jack Frost, his bitter touch entertainment.
Blustery shadows wound up tight, let go.
Shivers, what’s left of Autumn derangement.
Awaits a pile of leaves ready for snow.
Blustery shadows wound up tight, let go.
Fingertips and toes exposed to cyclones.
Awaits a pile of leaves ready for snow.
Windy days wreath ice blast into bones.
Your Trump Derangement Syndrome
is causing pandemonium
amongst your compatriots
and it has taken all your sapience,
please turn right
and exit from the catacombs
Idols
of oppression
upheld by belief
are the words
both of derangement
and of exhilaration~
these words empty
may seem a resonating
breakup of
Idols~~
virtue is nothing claimed
nothing but acceptance
weary roads of unstable
to reach out to my mother
inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance
derangement of two, nobody understood.
the so-called wise woman said "ignore,
ignore the signals"
how could i be so ruthless
and oversee the madness
tying us through this long hall of the past
no one takes a step
neither could walk away
to break the curse and be brave
inherited cowardice, taken-on petulance.
He might find a cure for cancer
He may even bring world peace
Yet some problems just have no answers
`
~ The biggest is Trump Derangement Disease
Trump Derangement Syndrome
and Hoya Paranoia*
Both reside in Washington D.C.
both designed to annoy ya
_______________________________
*The Georgetown University basketball
team's nickname is 'the Hoyas.' The
team is known for its 'annoying,' but
effective, full-court pressure defense.
Other teams became paranoid about
dribbling the ball against them. Hence,
'Hoya Paranoia.'
On his watch no attacks on Israel or Ukraine
Yet they say he has no ‘smarts’ or brains
The border was quieter, illegal immigration down
Though my Congressman called it ‘fascistic clampdown’
Taxes cut, the economy hummed right up to the pandemic
Vaccines enabled at warp-speed quelled the epidemic...
A difference clearly defined 'tween a woman and a man
which eludes so many Dems as they celebrate ‘trans’
Elites so uneasy when Trump shoots from the lip
as if they don't engage in brinksmanship
And for those who despise DJT for his sexual forays
Bill Clinton was no altar boy, nor was JFK...
The media promotes Trump Derangement Syndrome ~
We 'deplorables' want to protect our families and homes
When butterflies float downward like a leaf
As air of Autumn dances everywhere
Whispers of wings become a bright motif
Floating, drifting, wandering on blue air.
Scents of cinnamon whisper treats to come
As wondrous woodsmoke warms us from within
At entry doors are straw and flowering mums
Every shape and size of gourd and pumpkin
Fall promises us all its bright enchantment
A whirling, orange world of wind and leaves
Known as a season of mad derangement
Yet of all- it is the one that most appeals
If I were to choose one season to be
I'd sleep until Autumn whispered to me
High crimes and misdemeanors
historically difficult to define
Until Trump Derangement Syndrome
~ when America lost her mind
What a fashionable day to be in Wonderland!
quaffing a piping mug of peppermint tea
clamped into my manic hands
sprinkled in three spoons of
that sticky, drippy powder of craziness
with a side of derangement tarts
served on a golden platter
all I need to balance my appetite
for keeping my soul content
with this fairy tale madness!
Sounds like bile with relocation, wish to be elsewhere;
Double vision, apparition, somewhere, nowhere, there;
Concurrence, recurrence, boomerang or doppelganger;
concentration, adaptation, cliff-hanger levitation.
Mirror combinations put Alice through the looking glass
sleeping in illusions or dreams of revolution.
Visitors in time machines leave traces in the places
they invaded - rearranging the derangement of your faces.
How could anything be true, if there were two of you?
Double crossing, double speak, double nothing, no clue.
Those who hate him
are on the attack
That vile, vulgar specimen
Donald J. Trump is back
Don't look now, but so is Jill Stein
"Replace capitalism with
'democratic' socialism," she still whines
Then there's Hilary Clinton
in the newsfeeds again
Seems her 2016 shellacking is now
'oh-so-way-back-when'
And then there's Cornel West
who will fight to wrest
'toxic institutions' like marriage
and family from every household's nest
So for those of you who cling to
Trump Derangement Syndrome
Vote for Stein, Clinton or West
~ or just give up and stay home
I feel I'm on a razor's edge
twixt madness and sanity,
disturbed derangement,
orderly rationality,
alternating my being,
a multiple personality stance
not willingly on my part.
Why must we have war on a lovely planet>
The horrible fear is
that I prefer the dark moments
when cruelty surfaces
in my alter ego,
when an invariant being
is hell-bent on destruction.
Then my razor blade flashes
in the dim lights of dark allies,
blood sprouts from some jugular veins,
forming a red oozy river
that covers the smell
of the godforsaken place.’
War is so dreadful.
Then do I become sane
and cry in pain
for the victims’ deaths.
Placed 1
I’m the patient while these words are like my doctor/
Find the grace and style to please hoards jarred like nectar/
Wined by the taste and trial to ease an orange barred sector/
I’m defined by the baste and survival like a horrid scarred protector/
Come near the scope of my word turret I’ll tour it if God’s sure of it/
I drum to conquer pits and concur wits with thoughts I stir to spit/
Begun is a helicopter verbal arrangement within a range of mint/
Been fun to gel a proctor with verbal engagement and pin any mental derangement/
Sent sun in lieu of a stricter hurdle and a big stage dreamt
Don’t groan in lament just loan what’s lent moan what’s meant or be shown what’s sent/
Growth’s strewn to own not to make sense /
There’s a renown presence in this precedence like a full press dance to commence.
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