Trump is still gobbing off
Sheriff’s tiff tariffs lobbing
Sleuth’s truths fobbing off
Mother Nature is sobbing
Refugees bobbing in a trough
Sighs her eyes still throbbing
With crypto cronies robbing
Hobnobbing with every toff
With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari parks
and the family jewels
we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea
Bognor Brighton Blackpool
have fish 'n' chips for tea
but now for fifty pee we natter
with a Duchess or the Duke
for half a quid a cuppa
with a true blue-blooded bloke
as they're all skint like me and you
there's not a lot a poor Lord can do
but bite the bullet and enjoy
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi
What I am supposed to do
When everything around me has gone crazy?
What am I supposed to do
When my beloved country
Chooses the path to perdition
Rather than moral rectitude?
What am I supposed to do
When millions of my compatriots happily
Wallow in criminal poverty
While insignificant few parasite on our Commonwealth
As Lords and masters of our
Collective destiny?
What am I supposed to do
When my country men
Cannot sleep with two eyes closed
As terrorists and kidnappers
Have become our eternal nemesis ?
What am I supposed to do
When a new opportunity is
On the horizon
But my compatriots prefer the status quo
Hobnobbing with their slave masters?
What I am supposed to do
When the hope for a new Nigeria
Keeps slipping through our fingers
At every election cycle?
2023 elections are around the corner
Nigerians must get it right this time
I cry and point to the right direction
So that my compatriots can follow
That is what I am supposed to do
Stand up Nigerians
Take back your country!
I sail over green forests,
Ride jet streams above seas,
Gain speed like lightning,
While earth seeks to please.
I sip nectar from Big Dipper,
North Star looks and lingers.
Comets whisper amazement,
As planets crook their fingers.
My soul soars over Orion,
I’m an itinerant in space!
A far off galaxy beckons,
Can my body keep the pace?
Hobnobbing with celestial members,
On through ethereal constellations.
Forget the wild blue yonder,
Touring cosmos inspiration.
Soaring higher, faster, farther,
Climbing rungs of Jacob’s ladder.
My adrenaline exhilarates,
Anticipation gladder.
Exploring worlds, light years apart.
Unbelievable, yet on and on I seek.
Soon wafted into heaven,
Angels brush my cheek.
Symphonic melodies fill the air,
As I skate on streets of gold.
I’m happy to live eternally,
While heaven I behold!
How many minions, I wonder, are out there?
I read the signs and their narcissistic prayer.
Some feel righteous and hallowed indeed.
Preaching their hapless sanctimonious creed.
Ecstatic euphoria, stripped from backs of others.
Would you act this way in front of your mothers?
Shame on you! People are suffering and dying.
Your petulant demeanor is crass and mystifying.
More good poets are leaving because of you swots.
They're isolated indoors, stomachs tied in knots.
Emerging to read your vile comments and mobbing.
Your arrogance is fielded. Minions stop hobnobbing.
I finally met the Queen,
This impossibly Grand Dame,
A dream from just a teen
And now I’m in her frame.
My mother just adored her,
She’d fill my head with tales,
Of hardships amidst splendor,
Right down to the details.
But now to be so feted
By this beacon of our time,
An honor so awaited,
A pleasure so sublime.
As to all the pomp and pageantry,
It really suits me well,
Hobnobbing with her Majesty,
It’s truly rather swell.
It’s clear that I deserve it,
Who more so than me,
A just and timely benefit,
To the leader of the free.
Melania’s also happy,
She got to strut her style,
Her outfits always snappy,
All great for my profile.
The British saw my wit,
My charm and all my grace,
No longer that misfit,
Now the undisputed ace.
Heart robbers
Chasing after fine brothers,
Prior to a valentine arrival,
This elfin figure had no rival.
Hobgoblins are hobnobbing again
Playing games for a heart to sprain
Plastic surgeons with harpoons and weapons
To bludgeon emotions for coupons, sine qua non.
But this gossamer heart’s gone to bed, futon anon!
Heart robbers,
Costumed as fine brothers.
The robins came again today
fluttering in the holly branches at play,
each berry juicy and red
taken gladly where colors once bled.
Clusters hung in the fore ground
crimson scarlet rubies downed.
A dozen red chested heads bobbin
cheerily caroling their spatial hobnobbing.
Almost every holly berry clustered in bunches
lay upon the earth to be consumed by a huntress;
as each alight from tree to earth for consumption
both leaf and berry lay in waiting disfunction.
The robins drop down with little hesitation
to pick and scratch and pluck the holly donations;
entice an earthworm up from beneath the leaves
and steal away the tasty mid-winter earthen heaves.
It is a sight not seen often
comes as winter begins to soften
and prep the barren forest
for spring arrival to this chorus.
Imagination - January 27, 2016
I sail over green forests,
Ride jet streams above the seas,
Gain speed like lightning,
Earth eagerly seeks to please.
Big Dipper’s nectar tastes delightful,
The North Star looks and lingers.
Comets whisper amazement,
As planets crook their fingers.
My soul soars past Orion,
Itinerating through ethereal space.
A far off galaxy beckons,
Can my body keep up the pace?
Hobnobbing with celestial members,
I dash through vast constellations.
Forget the wild blue yonder,
Geeks and Greeks add inspiration.
Wafted higher, faster, farther,
Climbing rungs of Jacob’s ladder.
Exhilarating my adrenaline,
Anticipation growing gladder.
Exploring worlds, light years apart.
Oh, what joys I fervently seek.
Soon wafted into heaven,
Angels brush against my cheek.
Symphonic melodies fill the air,
As I skate on streets of gold.
The very epitome of eternity,
Heaven’s harmony yet untold!
Politicians on the High Ground
By Franklin Price
8/10/2015
Politicians on the high ground
Whatever could that mean
Upright, upfront. upstanding
I'm not sure I've ever seen
Speaking on their platforms
Telling of their don't s and do s
I've been there, seen that brother
I've walked a little in your shoes
Know how much you're hurting
Hard to pay the bills and all
Here to serve the little people
All you have to do is call
What's that? You couldn't get me?
Contact me through the internet
A canned reply I'll send you
That is likely all you'll get
I'm really much too busy
Hobnobbing with my cronies here
Eventually I'll get to you
Election time is near
I ask you to support me
Send me money you have found
So I will be here next time
Ruling from this higher ground
On the shores I watched disappear
Stands the family who raised me
Across the Atlantic awaits my future
Preparing our life of matrimony
In between lies destiny
Changing life’s course is her device
Cloaked, unseen in the moonlit night
As a floating island made of ice
Elbows rubbing elite elbows
My father’s parting gift
Sending me off in first class style
In hope of a caustic lifestyle shift
But pretending to be of a noble class
Hobnobbing with the upper crust
Will pay my bride no dividends
When in tragedy we are thrust
Some rich men proved to be cowards
Some rich men proved to be brave
Too many men of every class
Were sent to an early grave
After assisting as many as I possibly could
Into lifeboats they saved for me
I threw my tuxedo overboard
And sought second class company
On the shores I watched disappear
Tears were shed for a fallen son
Across the Atlantic a bride sits waiting
For a groom who would never come
Cucumbers, celery and stem-vine tomatoes
were hobnobbing with my Russett potatoes.
Pears and plums and one Georgian peach
winked at the Wisk and Snuggled the bleach.
Pretzels and popcorn and the Tostitos chips
ogled in awe as Meyer's bacon strips stripped!
Mr. Clean and Mrs. Dash espied a risqued art -
when double-clipped coupons tainted the cart!
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