Hot Seat Poems - Poems about Hot Seat

Being in the hot seat Is second nature to me I’ve always thought it neat, Being in the hot seat ‘Tis not always so sweet Expressing opinion, you see, Being in the hot seat Is second nature to me. Written August 14, 2022 [I wrote Opinion for the Huntington, WV Dispatch for about eight years!]...

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You are gagged and bound, seated In a hot seat among the hard of hearing Harrowing tales from the trenches At the deep end of a ravenous beast A narrowing outlook, hope fading Shape shifting fiends on the cliffs of sleep Captured drifts shaping up to squeeze Harassed by the wail of the haunt You cry within reach of eardrums Albeit all wearing earplugs Wallowing,...

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Trump and His Hot Seat Trump has a hot seat that is a scorcher Many times people has tried to torture With remarks he made which would cut Simply can't keep his big mouth shut. Several times with eyes we have read What with Twitter account Trump said Replacing our elaborate hopes with fears Are sure to tell when you see our tears. Trump...

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The hot seat The greedy men thought They are wise The selfish men thought they could play us always another bad card The lieing men thought they can always promise us of change to get their way through again The false preachers thought we can not see any more Even the truth right in front of our view...

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As newlyweds we moved to Houston, where the traffic was insane. I was finishing college there, and it made the commute a royal pain. My husband told me emphatically to never park out in the road, But one week he was out of town, and I figured he wouldn’t know. I went next door to visit a friend, then...

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Perched on my hot seat this morning, I thought about this crazy world’s ills - wars, hunger and global warming. The more I pondered over them the darker the prognosis became, so I simply sighed, shrugged, then pushed a knob and out went life’s burdens....

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