Too early to call all the winners although a few got thru
All so far are Democrats and the house now more blue
My predictions last election on US leadership came true
Was it enough to stir and change folks point of view?
The polls close soon give or take in every state
They want to gerrymander our votes—it awaits
I hope you come out and vote tonight for what is right
Justice for all, due process and to continue the good fight
Unless you still feel the same with nothing to else gain
but more hate not fostered from God’s love He gave
I’d rather you not bother—stay inside your man-cave
I Am Anaya
Election Day
11/4/2025
Today is the election
But there’s very little doubt
Who will soon be New York’s mayor,
For the word has gotten out.
Since I live near Gracie Mansion,
Every time there is a change,
I expect to see a difference,
Something that I might find strange.
Yet that very rarely happens,
Though one mayor put a fence
Which prevented us from peeking
In the yard during events.
Still, there hasn’t been a mayor
Quite as young, who will reside
In the neighborhood, along with
His new even-younger bride.
Even if he throws loud parties,
Leaving folks less than delighted,
There are many reasons why I know
I’d never be invited.
Oh Lord, hear this prayer!
Not for my party winning.
Not for fattening my wallet.
Not for riding my hobby horse.
Not for idolizing my sacred cow.
But for your divine wisdom to prevail.
Oh Lord, hear this prayer!
Open our blinded eyes.
Open our eyes to truth.
Open our eyes to justice.
Open our eyes to goodness.
Open our eyes to humility.
Open our eyes to honor.
Open our eyes to mercy.
Open ALL of our eyes.
Let it not be too late.
(See also my related poems “The 2023rd Psalm” and “How Would Jesus Vote?”
mind your own business
bury your head in the sand
are not the same thing
November dear, chart the end of the year
just sixty days to shop before Christmas.
You honor Veterans who volunteer
while we rejoice, they do not enlist us.
Halloween's his ‘try, all but the candy,
enough for you, November, till the end.
Election also done, we wait, AND we
speculate - what will such changes impend?
Tell, what bides in the ides of November?
what unknowns, what secrets will you reveal?
Political passions we remember
likely need at least two more years to heal.
Thanksgiving time, at last comes to this rhyme
gratitude to God, highlight for many.
Dear November, extra days-off are prime
but better blessings God gives a ‘plenty.
November 9, 2022
Eligibility established
Longing for public service
Electioneering
Closing arguments
Turning out the vote
Initiating change
Opening the polls
Never acting tired and worn-out
Drive to the polling place
Awaiting in line to vote
Yes! Civic duty discharged
Written November 8, 2022
Tomorrow is Election Day
Hurray!
No more attack ads
An end to hyperbolae
and unproven accusations...
We'll throw out a few bums
Elect some new ones
Two years later ~
They'll all beat the same drums
election day blues
annoying voting machine
candidates unknown
unfamiliar names
did not do due diligence
angry at myself
voted for some names
did not know their competence
feel bad about this
resolve to learn more
candidate information
be better informed
Written September 27, 2022
election day’s here
stick it to see if it’s done
is it running clear?
2020
On Election Day
Party manifestoes re echoes for the last time
These saviours in their most humble selves
Are sincere with their requests;
They want to repair that which was never ruined.
They will bring plenty money on election day
Very plenty money,They know we are hungry.
They don't want us to starve anymore,
So they will pay us for our votes.
And...
Many of these intellectuals; the internet critics
And the so so will be home acting as watchdogs
As the election progresses.
Their votes would have made a fat difference,
To the final outcome of the election results, but...
We'd all rather hope, pray and still wish.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
(with due respect to democracy)
Temperature, suspeciously, to remain the same,
Everyday, in the land of dead, from this day on.
Mercury will stay at sub-zero level,
And will diminish further below,
While gods recline in warm sunshine,
In abodes above, carefree and unconcerned
About souls whose fates are locked
In electronic voting machines, for five more years.
In their freshly painted thrones, the new weather gods
Will conspire with ghosts of old gods and exchange masks
Of rats and wolfs in carnivorous orgies, raising
Glasses of blood-wine with bites of roasted hearts,
Whose hopes had been maimed with indelible ink.
And the scale will sink to the bottom,
Like a rugged iceberg-mountain, senseless and sedated,
Until another election comes along, when
Bones will re-rise to raise chaotic slogans,
Once again captivated
By elusive patina of promises on democratic coffins.
And weather predicted to linger unchanged.
Today is voting day, I must make it a goal
I'd rather take up residence at the north pole
All the cat fighting
And name calling
To be honest ,I don't want neither one in control
11-8-16
Alexis Y
Day to choose between
Multiple alternatives
Picking the less worst
Election, Schmalection!
It's not we who choose.
It's Congress that picks the one they will use.
It isn't the people,
Who vote the man in.
It's the Powers That Be who decides who will win.
It's the Politicos,
That are running the show.
You agree with their wishes or you just have to go.
The Mob is passe.
It's called Politics now;
But they're one and the same, just a bit more high brow.
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Asses
Unenrolled Voters
Selection
Defection
Last ditch pitch
Stand out
Hand out
Crumpled and pitched
Pamphlet
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3/3/2016
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