Donkeys Poems - Poems about Donkeys

Blind Donkeys Keep Kicking

   The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump
     for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb

   It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it 
     and now the rest of the two-legged world

A dumpster fire

"To the White House he strode," sang his choir,
The elephants sparked a dumpster fire,
His words became its fuel,
Deceit was his tool,
While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar."

We need no DC to know all these things,
Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings.
You’ll see Iran sneezing;
And Israel pleasing,
Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings.

Red

Pre-Determined Donkeys

Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness;
determination beyond compare.
I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless -
Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square
and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare.

Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se
in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked.
Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way.
After two beatings, he sat down and balked;
and in self-defense

A Giraffe In a Space Rocket

I took a donkey 
Over the border from 
Nepal into India
In Calcutta 
I had tea
When the hotel
Proprietor after checking out
Asked; me 'Any tips?'
I misunderstood & said
'No need.'

The Donkeys

The Blackpool donkeys have given up,
they have boarded jumbo jets
as emotional support animals.

Once they used to plod between
the Blackpool piers
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying whooping kids and adults
as they heavily jogged along;
fat thighs clapping sore ribs.

In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees.
When

The Donkeys

The Blackpool donkeys have given up:
they have boarded passenger jets -
to be emotional support animals.

Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and plump matrons.

In a dull daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
plodding until exhausted.

Now the donkeys have retired,
when not flying
they surfboard on Hawaiian waves.
their

Blue Elephants and Red Donkeys

Our nation is divided
extremes of left, extremes of right
with no compromise in sight

America burns and hate is strong
can't we agree riots and looting are wrong
stop tearing us down time to build us up
let love overflow in our nations cup

Some are blue, some are red
those in between too confused to be led
An honest neutral media does

Lions Led By Donkeys

We are all lions led by donkeys
Won't mention names but we're like zombies
A Brit and a Yank
Both guys to thank
Almost as painful as a suppository

The Donkeys

The Blackpool donkeys have given up
they have boarded jumbo jets
to be emotional support animals
for those lesser angels
that protect us wingless fliers. 

They have opted out.
Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and also others
that drank beer as they heavily jogged along
their thighs clapping sore

Animals

It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea 
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit 

We Are But Donkeys

Let the King take His ride
On the street paved with glory
The hails and the cheers
The shouts and the screams
They are not meant for us 
But the One that we carry
For we are but donkeys
 
Let His choice not irk us
Should he pick a mule ne'er ridden
Or one without a medal
A newbie to pedal
May we remain

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Vii--Feel the Bern-Out

Tussled snow-haired gnome flies over the land,
A moonbeam daydream, unicorn soars high.
Pulling bread loaves from the air with his hands,
Weaving through clouds shaped like marshmallow pies.

He’s the master of all he imagines,
To his fantasy you are invited.
To be pragmatic is to be tragic.
It’s story time, kids, let's get excited!

This governing’s not as hard as it

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Vi--Dear God

The only good thing is that one must lose,
In the battle of  Donnie versus Hill.
Three-hundred million cases of the blues,
Add me to the list of those who feel ill.

More than that, it makes me look to the sky
And in addition to all that wishin’
I’m sorry I prayed for a girl or guy
Who wasn’t a

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Iv: Jilted

So don’t let those other guys get you down
How could we not beat the hippie and witch?
She’s a criminal; he’s a goofy clown
But we can’t beat the Donald, here’s the sitch:

Standing at the altar, first five, now three
Awaiting the voters to be their groom
Casting anxious looks toward the entry
But with a s-Trump-et, the groom left

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Iii: Looters

The blind, jaundiced eagle falls from the sky.
Falling free, it's the death of liberty.
No need for autopsy to figure why.
Is it freedom we want, or all things free?

We’ll protect you from life so hazardous.
We know how to fix it when you’re hurting.
Blame those other guys, with laser focus,
All hail the figure behind the curtain!

It will

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