Her cinematic poetry
In alchemist’s laboratory
Sealed love letters tell her story,
inked forevermores.
Surrendering his aching heart
Stark whining sounds when they're apart
She’s not his only from the start,
's off to other shores!
Poem Of The Day
1/25/26
Yesterday's wishes and tomorrow's hopes.
Today provides that melting pot of synergy.
Concoction for dreams come true.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
For what do inits D.T. stand?
It's not what would please Ayn Rand
Her famous novel
Shows those who grovel
Are rather unfit for command
See the novel anti-Trump signs
Protestor created designs
Don can't compromise
And blurs truth with lies
But we author all the best lines
Freed from its cell in the hive
T-rumposaurus comes alive
This monster is back
And plans to attack
With project twenty twenty-five
You know where he's at
He been in Gotham,
Whole city lit,
He grew and blossomed.
What he touches, he flips,
Moves with caution,
Always asks if you good
Load up attachment.
Map in his hands,
Survives in the woods,
Light up a match
He’s good in the hood.
Hustle forever, forever he should,
Walked through a path
With booby traps like the Goonies would.
He grew up a man,
Can’t leave the trap,
Needs a bag,
Pillowcases with chicken feed in the lab.
Standing on business,
It’s buried in the back,
Delivers the mail
On a mission
Tunnels and trenches,
Benches stay cold,
Carries the heat
Like a thermal
He don’t bend, don’t fold,
Can’t stay consistent at home.
I’m the Joker
Can’t be controlled.
Why promote wrecking-ball malice
Behind the wall of a palace?
This callous man sick
Acts like a big dick
To cover up his small phallus
In bed Don loves wearing his gold
Where billionaire's come to the fold
They need not hold loins
But just buy Trump coins
While we work till we're dead and old
Trump’s deals concern what he can break
It’s how this Don hauls in his take
The rich on him spend
As they must depend
On what they’ve kissed his ass to make
His son’s payoff struck them as bad
Republicans hate Hunter’s dad
But they won’t ascribe
Meme coins as a bribe
And part of Trump’s theft launching pad
With women he likes to cavort
And conquering them is just sport
Since Trump likes to rape
Girls might not escape
And everyone else he’ll deport
The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed
Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye!
My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace
My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess
Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all!
I had no desire, there, my nihilistic call, they are not an easy Pickthall!
I startled, I stumbled , I ran, I walk and I snore, sneeze and yawn!
I craft and in my propeller shaft, I fly, with flying try, I try simply not to frown!
These are not all stemming from me, these are the imprinting gemstones of praying tea
You are a done deal only to compose , not to take heed before you even try to say, once again to me!
These are white lies, your sweater moment drops on your life, legend and universal truth
And all they say is to look after your giggling imagism before it handles him too, to soothe beneath the bluetooth!
April, 2025
(Twelve beautiful lines )
Some men came and rang my doorbell
They barked To your pen say farewell!
Since you dared insult
Our Trump lover's cult
It gets ten to life in a cell
It hurts, most days
to think myself
broken and weird
It hurt to be told I needed to be fixed
To be analyzed as a mouse in a science experiment
Something is wrong
With you
What a shame
Shame
Shame
Shame on you
Don't you feel any shame?
Call it nature, to be curious
The studied call it torture
Do you know what it feels like?
Before then, I felt really good most days
I never look in the mirror
It hurts too much
Stop.
It hurts.
Pathetic.
I wake
Pain.
Get ready
I look normal
I sound ok.
Thoughts
Think normal thoughts
Boots, boots, boots
tHerE is no discharge, waging a Losing battle uP,
down, again until ceasefire
Don is the ultimate user
His deals seal you as a loser
When Trump holds the cards
The lives now in shards
Bear witness he’s an abuser
The Don has a trick to reveal
He’ll dick you and cancel your deal
Like hands on your neck
Trump voids your paycheck
And feels ecstasy when you squeal
If acts are life’s indicator
Don’s a classic woman hater
Though cratered with flab
Trump will pussies grab
As rapist and a dictator
What will show how Don’s dick-brain thinks?
Trump’s thrusts come with lies and high jinks!
Amid this disgust
Some high and non-plussed
Have heads up his rump with what stinks!
Zelenskyy speaks with fortitude
A thing Vance and Trump find so rude
Now see what happens
With Europe’s factions
And how far mad Vlad will intrude
Hillbilly VP JD Vance
Surely hails from bad circumstance
Though spruced up by Yale
He acts much too male
To hide the wee lance in his pants
Note: Many other misogynists share this issue (DT, EM, 19 year-old college drop out Rye Country Day School wimp "Big Balls", etc).
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