Communism on the Hudson
7/4/2025
Some Americans do not appeciate our land, until it
Is far, far too late,
Till our freedoms are gone and replaced by jealous
Communists at our gate!
You, who are aware, know exactly to whom who I mean.
Who will magically turn you into into a Communist king or queen?
True Americans are not Socialists, nor anything in between.
“ We get our powers from the consent of the governed”.
We are a people of many religions and colors.”
So in your honorable hands today, I encourage wave our colors of
Red, white and blue.
Or, plant one at a veterans grav, an unknown soldier,
Who gave his of her her life for you!
Stop, pleae stop, being afraid to write a beautiful
Political poem, where you take a stand! for this land.
Take arms against the corrupt press, out to paint good foreign neighbors, with leftist, lying stands!
Categories:
grav, america, patriotic,
Form: Free verse
Pirate woman slashes through the canvas, jumping into my lap.
Her fiery red and pink hair rivaling the flash of her gold and silver jewelry.
A caramel skinned ebony queen riding a polka dot dragon raised her sword.
They are mighty, assertive, powerful, and ready to take on all comers.
Never annoy women who carry pointy swords or daggers with spikes.
Women who assert themselves have the best lives. I add more color.
In neon acrylics, the fearsome two take on a life that rivals all the others.
A diamond tiara appears on warrior women, surprising even me, her creator.
The background is filled with a pirate ship, castle, and magical forest.
Imagination on fire, I grav up glitter paints, to enhance these formidable two.
My muses throw down pinks, greens, oranges, purples and reds, scaring me.
They have taken on a life of their own, I am a mere observer.
Sure, they are using my hands, but this creation goes well beyond my ability.
Entities I do not recognize are now in charge,
giving this canvas enthusiastic life!
I applaud their finished product, taking full credit.
Categories:
grav, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Off To Mars
All creative people are to live on Mars.
Imagine how cool it would be.
The aero/space program would be fricking awesome.
Designing spaceships to get there,
rockets like the nuclear powered engine,
space planes for going to the surface,
habitats to live in,
terraforming to make a breathable atmosphere and more.
When it's all sorted, then we write, sing, paint, sculpt.
Totally fricking awesome.
I'd also fly on Mars.
Gliders in the low grav sky...
Dominions of Corrosion
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Categories:
grav, appreciation, art, creation, science,
Form: Verse