Trump should be defeated with truth and democracy
Not with weapons and zealous filled idiocy
Crooks, a young terrorist and short-sighted halfwit
Who sealed Fredonia’s fate and everyone who lives in it
Yalda’s fate that gods, angels, and men can’t outwit
Soon the shouts of people will make the land quake and split
Even if Crooks succeeded in his aim and made it
It would have made Trump into a martyr and spectre
Who even without that gold bold eagle sceptre
Would have his cold presence cover all of Fredonia
And make Fredonia burst into red and blue fire
And another man possessed by the phantom of zeal
Would arise from the ashes and makes Trump’s will real
Chaim Tickles the Ivories on our 14th
Blooma Yehudis's Cure for Tickle Cell Anemia:
The Bilecks, Chaim's Piano & Poor Puns,
Bananagram Moshe, Laundry & Sleep-o-mania,
Shalom Bais, Cookin', & Walkin' at Ann's,
Savoring, Chaim sings "Hail Fredonia!!!",
Don't be Hasty! The Tasty Final Crumb Stuns,
Bottom Line: Wondrous Wife, Cozy Compania,
When Blooma is Home, Chaim Runs!
Note: Ivory for the 14th
LORD, I KNOW
Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
I'm not one who spends
a lot of time on my knees
I'm not one for saying,
C'mon Lord, Please.
But Lord I know you've heard
every word that I say
every time I pray.
Every time I pray.
Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
I'm not one for saying
"This is what I need..."
I'm not one for praying
for things I just don't need.
I just want to thank you,
Thank you Lord, again,
I know you know
what I mean again.
Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
Lord, I know, you know what I mean
Lord, I know, you know what I need..
© ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
EDGE
Fredonia Kansas
1969
It has been three months now
And our world
Did not end.
As foretold in some
smoking tea leaves
seeped from an ancient Peruvian calander
that crops up now and then.
Wasn't it all from the offering
of Virgin's sacrafice
to the--the Gods?
And of some other alien Peruvian native
blood, all of them transgendered
from a super race of
Gloimitas who lived
on their doomed planet
over a million light years
from our own light and time of today.
Not round, No No No
not round, but flat
really flat just like our own was
some time ago we forgot about.
And then one day
they thought their world was ending
when they just fell off
the edge.
© Ron wilson aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
FREDONIA EYES
Deep in my life, when all the world was mine,
and lost to everyone I'd ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,
she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found all joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.
I'd never be the same, from just that look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, that opened book,
my heart had bared to her that summer day.
The fear of God is all I can compare
her blue of eyes; and how Anne, found me there.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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