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twas the night before Obamaness
and all throught the house
not a creature was stiring
not even a mouse
all the democrats crept to their beds
hopping that tomarrow they'd have
a brand new head
all the republicans will scramble late into the night
for sure their going down, but not without a fight
all the independants still in shock and awe
still pondering questions about who should make the laws
rarely has a voting booth given time to great pause
never in our life time has there been so great a cause
tis the eve before election
and we look for those who will make the selection
is it the man with the clearly best argument
or is it the way their lives were spent
go joe biden, go bill clinten, go clair and colin
lead us to a better day, bright clear and golden
go american citizen with determination and heart
go give our country a brand new start
i wish Tim Russart were here to see this very day
He probably already knows what will happen
election day
in our measure of time
there are curious circles filling our days,
numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights,
heavens moguls of tribulation 'n plight,
that give or take away --
the indifference of time that measures man,
in cycles round 'bout heavens span,
meted out in lines that grid the world
in constant sorrow, Saturn stuttered,
disappearing today in some further loss of tomorrow,
yet we also know that ticking clocks in circles go,
'til time enough for love is lost to reasons chains and at what cost;
the God of Time in cycles go, around, about, a-circling slow, fast re-turned,
they come, they go, there's time enough for love you know.
though I spend my time,
scanning the horizon with my mind's eye,
seeking the curve of her Venus belt,
a circumference of sunset reds spanning the sky, she is on the face of it,
a timeless piece, a swinging pendulum of rhythms sway,
a clock that circumscribes my day,
and in the sanctity of the night, rolling
on a sweat-slippery field of red-ocher bliss and
kissing with the same kiss, it's just then
as I watch her rest,
time stops
and takes my breath away
RHYTHM AND RHYME
Often times it seems to me,
That others do not often see,
Poetic licence has it's place from time to time.
Often they will mark some off,
And mayhap give a little cough,
When for flavor I will use it in my rhymes.
They think sometimes that I can't spell,
And often they are wont to tell,
That they think my rhyme and rhythm's off a bit;
But it depends on where you're from,
How the count in words will come,
For dialect has much control of it.
How the word itself's pronounced,
Gives it measure, gives it bounce,
And the rhyme and rhythm will come to;
So figure on who wrote it,
And the accent there will show it,
Does have rhyme and count and rhythm will ensue.
Judy Ball
No offense to anyone. I wrote this a long time ago. Not complaining about anything,
just writing a rhyme and pointing out a truism too.
Hope y'all like it.