Grandson in a university in the south,
Grandma, writing poetry in the west..
Our family survives the distance test!
Including, our sweet pets, the very best .
Being Republicans, helps us survive the miles!
We withstand attacks, by far left, life styles.
A card from President Trump, to our Eddie!
Made our political hearts, for life, to be ready!
Edward had pizza, and a visit with his uncle
and aunt, from out our way. He got to see a
a professional hockey game for the first time.
Hurrah! He lis a member of Turning Point!
Best wishes to all of you and your families.
Hugs~~~~Grandma Pangie
We cherish and love you!
(9/27/2025}
It’s never too later
To just walk away
You can do it quietly and alone
Or publicly as part of a movement.
When is it time?
When you find yourself isolated
From those you called friends and colleagues
As they seem to drift ever further off
Into far left field, and on out beyond
Into the truly dark and tangled weeds.
And what do you gain?
Freedom.
(9/15/25)
Day by day,
DEI DEI
All I hear is DEI
Diversity be gone now
Equity goodbye now
Inclusion you disgust us
No more DEI
Chorus: To see things less clearly
I ate a bat so nearly*
Oh Oh
DEI DEI
Our melting pot's a far-left lie
Get lost diverse opinions
Jim Crow you're our guy
Inclusion take a hike now
No more DEI
No more DEI
Oh Oh
7/14/2025
Oh, how could this have ever happened here?
A free naton with baseball, movies and beer?
Those days when other nations cry against the USA…….DIE?
I think on tha, when we turned far left… America’s very soul died.
Those who so loathe and hate our free nation.
Created conspiracy theories,like…boll weevils.
They would do anything to destroy this nation and make America evil?
None of us realizing, how this would divide all of us.
A necrotic snake filled some, like decaying green pus.
And the proof is in the yowling streets of PA is heard .
Of misled shouts of hate, like some insane, hysterical, mysteriuos birds.
Many people died but many unaware, people could care less!
They much prefer riotinh and lies and walk in a state of mental undress.
Our streets full of both USA and Israeli shrill haters.
In masks and flags,green flafs~ such insane, victim baiters.
That “religious” mantra shouted aboard the 9/11 plaines,
Rings in my tender ears, like an exploding, crashing train.
Before I watched a movie,
(On the plane, which I enjoyed)
The day began with an event
Which more than just annoyed.
At 4 a.m. our Uber driver,
On the FDR,*
While in the far left lane decided
He would stop the car.
Now at that hour, traffic’s light,
Yet we were still in luck
That a speeding auto hadn’t,
Into our stopped Uber, struck.
We yelled out to the driver
Who complained he couldn’t see,
For the brights were on the car behind -
That’s pure insanity!
In a minute, though, he hit the gas
And we were on our way,
A slightly stressful start
To what would be a busy day.
*a six-lane highway in Manhattan
the long sleep
We got up late that morning
bills all bills paid
it was autumn, a morning and cold
righteous and smug under the duvet
I have 500 photos taken of threes
young trees, mature trees
and pale, dead trees, birds avoid
Should I make a collection titled
"Trees in our life"
I have on my nightstand a must-read
book so far left unread
it is the "must read" I dislike
Olive trees can last long and are
useful for Palestinians as long
as grim settlers stop burning them
These horrible people who believe
God has blessed them
and they suffer from the arrogance
in their ethnicity
at the drive up to my village
stands a tree that, if it could talk
will tell us when Jesus and Maria
rested, in its shade
I have changed my mind about
dead trees, it must be lonely to be dead
to be peed on by drunken hunters
Life is like that
we hate what we will become
One bedroom for two seems old hat,
And some bat for the separate—
One far right meant for ‘she’,
And one far left for ‘he’,
Middling, if mood is made for that!
_________________________________
Happenings (Cameron Diaz, Bedroom Story) |09.12.2023| marriage, love
I dread to read the headlines
They are so filled with strife
The tyranny and trauma
Has touched on every life.
What is it with us humans
We think we are supreme
We are but a corpuscle
It makes me want to scream.
We entertain the bull that’s plastered on the screen
We don’t need to be tolerant this
Borders on obscene.
They’re constantly painting pictures of things you must believe
There is a power struggle
Like none you’ve ever seen.
The west and east are at it
The far left and the right
The colour card is flashing red
It’s time to get off pitch
This power hungry game they’re playing
Democracy is fraying
Innocents they’re slaying
The devil is the puppeteer his pulling all the strings
Yet they think they are kings.
The trumpet call is coming.
With it the mighty horn
And Gods word and promise
Will remove from Earth this thorn.
When are you far right.? If for peace you call'
Where is far left..? Right now it takes my breath.'
Can't some democrats be Christian.? Who decides
On what, is what.? Like even stevens..We don"t hear
About him now, a playground adage he helped somehow?
Make it clear' yet along with kids not climbing trees, the offence of dirt
And fresh skinned knees, the label placers run amok
Handing out words the keep as stock' I see politicans
Austrian too..left the building, did Elvis get a view.? he had
His faults from what I hear.? Yet his passion for the U S
I beleive was clear.' Austrians can be the same.' Their land
Has vowed 'kein kreig' being as hitler is their shame.! And so
zelensky's session they left.. peace markers standing mute
Upon their desks.! What say you.? What do you think.?
Poets peers whats in your ink.? Wtite me something the
World is bleeding.' People are straving children dreaming
Of food of love a place thats safe.' Am i misleading? Yet war is raging in your
Face.' overtly peaceful institutions toil; to divide and
Conquer attain the land;? divide the spoils.' Their time is short
Their influence bought, the progress they offer is value naught.!
Beware, if your skin color is other than brown!
Kamala Harris announced that in town.
Save people of color first, that’s equity?
So, if she lived there, she has superiority?
Her husband, being white, can just drown?
Far-left equity, has put its big foot down!
Better get some dye for your evil white skin.
So that your skin matches IdiAmen?
10/2/2022
SORRY
(ETCETERA ETCETERA)
In my world a word of genuine emotion,
today in this battlefield for far right,
far left and all those in between,
a word reconstructed,
for those wrong doers caught,
and only when they are,
a buzz word for a last chance grovel,
for a population conditioned to except the insincerity
and false tears that evaporate as quickly,
as one’s memory of their misdemeanour.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
mountains, with baby-clenched palms,
birthed in red, green and dark
blues - the chaos erupting!
slapping the canvas on the…
cherry red pits,
hauntingly beautiful.
one dares not slide
their fingers over the crevices.
the green team,
slime-like Nickelodeon-ooze —
forest green sans trees.
colors develop and mature at the horizon -
mustard yellow, blue, white, pastel-
green haze. a green claw on the far left;
far right — belle in yellow and orange hoop.
this Bull-ish masterpiece
of nature’s calamity,
stimulating to our base side,
beautiful as emotions rise.
simple with no defining lines —
hues of an unsettled womb, the vestiges of life.
1/11/2022
*thoughts on a Simon Bull painting
Going once,
Going twice.
sold to the desolate soul in the far-left corner
the one half-dead with tear-soaked cheeks
intoxicated memories
choking down something
from her parent's liquor cabinet
at fifteen
searching for an answer
carved in the stars
a constellation pointing anywhere but
here is the answer: to stay or to go?
Go far away-- run away, girl
toss regret as a rock into the ocean
it skipped four times then drowned
bury a casket of damned dreams
let them die.
Go, escape with the wind
from old friends’ memories you surely will fade
they will not hurt
so don’t you worry
a sigh of relief
your past will stay just that.
Freedom, sold to the girl in the back.
It was a temple of some sort with lots of non Christian faces and symbols
There was an electric key board in the far left hand corner and a sacred
Envoy in white at the front of this monumental space.
Some lady robed in black came up to me and handed me
a red ribbon covered in scribbles peoples names
She told me it was the cross of Jesus and that I had to wear it
on my right shoulder. So I lay it there and then started to pray
I suddenly felt all the pain and merciful emotions Christ was feeling
at the loss of all his people ;
Preferentially loaded with sorrow, outnumbered by the mass,
I knew that I was in the right place so I stayed
until the end of the Sabbatical;
It was only when I woke up that I realized that all the names etched
on that silk red ribbon were names of people who had died.
Where did I spend the night, how did I get there, Christ was visiting where ?
it didn't matter, I just knew...
Watch what you say, watch what you think,
the ruling class has Kool-Aid, they want you to drink.
Do as they say, not as they do,
rules not for them, just me and you.
The politicians don't give a crap,
got your vote with a stimulus trap.
You must remember nothing is free,
higher prices and taxes, just wait and see.
They want us to fight and never unite,
the poor far left and the poor far right.
Think we are all a deplorable sort,
not up to their standards, we just fall short.
They preach the planet is headed for doom,
too many have nots and not enough room.
While they live in mansions and drive big cars,
they go to prepare us a place, I think it's called Mars.
3/5/21
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