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A blindfold is taken, removed clean away
A guvenor is standing.' As bidens mouth goes astray
He needs help in the matter, thats just all that it is'
As his mind goes to quickstep, as its all his old biz
Yet his minds beyond recall, like the young men who cross
Thats causing anxiety, its seen right round the world.'
There are reasons, and dis-reason' it seems the state flag got furled
Got some dust on its colours' yet thats blown clean away Its flying, through the whole state, where brave still; live today!
And a nation is choosing maybe while it still can'?
Enacting lawful state perrogatives moving women and men
To awaken, and to actions' to repulse and repair.'
Maybe gain more real leaders? the type that really do care.'
So many ask
What can we do?
The world's gone to pot
Come completely unglued
Return to the Basics
Commandments One (and Two)
The first is Be Fruitful - 'P'ru' *
The second, Multiply - 'Ur'vu' *
Get married, have children
as many as you possibly can
Raise 'em up right, and watch ~
One day they'll rule the land
Not the Bidens or Trumps
nor the Obamas or Clintons ~
Our children won't prevaricate or lie
Our children will stare an enemy
straight in the eye
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* 'P'ru' means 'Be fruitful' and 'Urvu' means
'Multiply' in the Hebrew language, the language
of Genesis and the Old Testament. Together
they actually constitute the first commandment
in the Bible: "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the
earth and subdue it."
Joe Biden now rules our White House
Together with his 'doctor' spouse.
His blunders, for sure-
We have to endure;
To caring, he does not espouse.
Those mishaps, like names he misspoke-
For sure, were not meant as a joke.
But much worse by far
His failures that scar-
Appeasing the will of the woke'!
Day-one, he shut down the pipeline-
made our oil production decline.
Gas prices- despise!
While heating bills rise!
We now must import and consign!
Appalling- how he shut that door
To exit the long Afghan war!
Left our troops behind-
Their rescue declined
In spite of their sacrifice bore!
Our vast Southern border, exposed-
All previous rules- he opposed.
He let millions in
And, to our chagrin-
Come outlaws and drugs- unopposed!
Bad crimes multiply by the day;
The victims now feel cast away.
With no fines or bail,
Or time spent in jail-
No need that bad guys must obey!
Inflation's gone way off the chart;
We dread the time spent at the mart.
Less food we now choose
For his brainless ruse-
Just printing out money's not smart!
And, last but not least, Hunter's life!
This son and his dad cause us strife.
With Chinese, each deals-
While 'The Big Guy' steals;
Through quid pro quo- they become rife!
Our media hypes left-wing views-
So, therefore, presenting fake news;
When really, they should
Show bad with the good;
Lay out all the facts to peruse!
November 25, 2022
Contest: The Bidens Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Mumbling, stumbling, inaudible rambling,
The pity, the pain all but Biden now feel,
A spent man bereft, resorting to grumbling,
The fishing line out for opponents to reel.
How did we now reach this insufferable place,
Where a once wily Joe spun his fine web,
Enticing, enveloping with street gotten grace,
His mock Irish banter making folks fall in step.
The ravage of age, that indiscriminate scythe,
Lacking compassion, blind in its grasp,
Cutting down poppy's both lowly and high,
Never once stopping to ponder or ask.
So it falls to the man, with loving advice,
To know when to pen those few final chapters,
Leave it too late and it's a roll of the dice,
A legacy lost and good name in tatters.
Blind pride a sheer folly at most times in life,
Obscuring the path that shows us the way,
The one to traverse with safety not strife,
Avoiding its grasp, not falling its prey.
Country the goal before lowly ambition,
Wisdom and service the call for each day,
This is America's greatest tradition
The foundation from which no leader should sway.
I know I'm slightly losing it and Jill sees that now too,
So all we can but hope for is to Bluster and to Woo.
What If I sometimes falter with names or something more,
Only Fox is bent on keeping that lame and pointless score.
The rest of my fan Media provides me with great flak,
While I air my inner Irish and repeatedly attack.
As to the clueless voters I truly feel for all,
I quietly do get them, as the choices do appall.
Trump is but a cannon with a worn-out rusty bore,
Little in the barrel spraying mayhem aft and fore.
And to my friend Kamala, words truly don't suffice,
But no-one of sound mind would want to roll that dice.
So what are we now left with that possibly makes sense,
To getting people voting and off that dreaded fence.
I'm quite the only choice if truth be clearly told,
Despite the fact I'm quirky and obviously quite old.
Thank goodness for the knowledge my team will see me through,
I bless HIM every night for this weird creative crew.
They tell me what to say whenever I might need,
Have me practice all darn day to show that I can lead.
It's a challenge for them all but what about for me,
I’m sure it’ll be worth it in the end as you will see.
And while this plan unfolds I’ll keep a low profile
Speaking ever less as has become my style.
There is one thing that worries me far more than I would care,
Jon Stewart's now resurfacing with his weird confounding stare.
Throwing comments like sharp knives as a rapper from the hood,
And jabs like some street thug with a blistering left hook.
I’m asking my top people to rush him off the air,
The answer that I’m getting is pretend he isn’t there.
None of this a problem, the story of my life,
I cherish a good brawl and every dose of strife.
Abortion is my ticket with progressives by my side,
This alone will stem the frothing MAGA tide.
Just watch me now perform with my wily stash of tricks,
For if Trump is made of Teflon, I’m made from Scranton bricks.
There hangs a vibrant Christmas greeting card
Cheering passers-by midst bright lights' safeguard
Marked by joyous season blinks
"Share blessing before it stinks
Toward peaceful* New Year... never blow hard!"
Such billboard is secret charity act
Undoubtedly midst father-and-son pact
With funds donated from lad
Approved surely by his dad
Now is media socially attacked.
Allowing Christmas spirit to prevail
Grace, pardon, love, joy, and hope we all hail
Forgiving Biden-caused strain
Praying that sweet peace would reign
Since truth about Joe and Hunter won’t fail.**
*Psalm 29: 11 ...The LORD will bless his people with peace.
December 2, 2022
**Edited on December 15, 2022 with last two stanzas added.
12th place, "The Bidens" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 12/18/2022.
In a regular year, there’d be galas and balls
And we’d watch little snips on the news,
But since things are on hold and all protocol falls,
One big party was set for our views.
On a virtual stage, with Tom Hanks the M.C.,
It was concert and feel-good event;
Meant to unify all, it was, we’d all agree,
A warm welcome to our president.
Jon Bon Jovi, John Legend, Foo Fighters and Bruce,
Tim McGraw, Katy Perry and more
Sang with passion and joy, quite enough to produce
All the hope we need Joe to restore.
Former presidents banded together and spoke.
There were excerpts from speeches and poems
And a focus on all of those everyday folk
Who allowed us to stay in our homes.
At the end there were fireworks lighting the sky
While the mask-wearing Bidens looked on,
So symbolic and moving no one could deny
Such relief the old tenants were gone.
I'm senile, demented, a has been, a dud,
At least that's the story, the Republican fad,
Yet little they know in their haste to throw dirt,
That they're helping my cause with their views so absurd.
Each arrow they fly with anger and speed
Is akin to a child that as yet doesn't read,
It has no direction it lands off its mark,
Its aim misaligned, a shot in the dark.
But let them continue, this path suits me fine,
For while they're distracted I follow my line
Of making great changes, passing new laws,
Pushing them through despite the known flaws.
My ace up the sleeve I've yet to pull out,
The one that will make my enemies shout,
Trump’s just my ticket to another 4 years
Flooding Republicans in a torrent of tears.
So let him continue to posture and shout,
Instilling in voters that lingering doubt,
The choice never clearer between him and me
And just like the last time I’ll win out you'll see.
SHAME ON YOU ALAN ACTUALLY DRAGGING A HEROIN ADDICTED ADDICTED TO FENTYN FROM A PSCHIATRIC MENTAL INSTITUTION IN TENNESSEE HOMELSS SLEEPING AT THE BUS STATIONS FROM ALABAMA TO TENNESSEE TO CHICAGO FOR YOUR ILL GOTTEN GAINS LEADING HER TO BELIEVE SHES ACTUALLY HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH AN FBI AGENT AFTER CONTACTING JOE BIDEN IN A PARINOID STATE WHY WOULD JOE BIDEN TOY WITH A HEROIN ADDICT UNDER SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS BREACH MERGING WITH MY IDENTITY THIEF PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME PLOTTING MY ASSASINATION IN TAMPA WITH JAMAICAN DRUG LORDS BY GODS GRACE KILLED AT MY FEET MY DESPERATE PLEA MY ABUSE EX JAMAICAN CARTEL FEMALES SMUGGLED THE DEAD MANS STASH OF DRUGS TO WISCONSIN WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WHO BRUTALLY ATTACKED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY CHRISTMAS EVE AFTER I REPORTED HIS ABUSE HIS DRUG OPERATION HE TRIED TO BREAK MY ARM WHILE SUPPORTING THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES SEATED WITH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ACTUALLY LURING A HEROIN ADDICT TO ASSIST WITH THE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE WITH THE HELP OF BIDENS TEAM REACHING OUT TO A HEROIN ADDICT FENTANYL USER MAXING HER OWN CREDIT CARDS WHAT A TWISTED HORROR ALAN SHAME ON YOU I AM REMINDED SEPTEMBER 6TH 1989 WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION MY ABUSE EX DECIDED TO TAKE HIS WORK HOME SHARING IT WITH MY SISTER AS I PACKED FIR THE RELOCATION THE DRUGS WAS SO POWERFUL SHE SNAPPED TRIED TO STAB HER OWN 7 YEAR OLD NIECE WITH A SCHOOL SUPPLY SHARP COMPASS SHE RAN DOWN THE STREET NAKED SHE WAS ADMITTED TO HOLY CROSS HOSPITAL SEVERE PSYCHOSIS TODAY SHE'S STILL PSYCHOSIS COMMUNICATING WITH JOE BIDEN AND CORRUPT AGENTS THAT DRAGGED HER FROM HER MENTAL HEALTHCARE TARGETING HER ON 83 YEAR OLD MOTHER ORDER TO CONTINUE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON FBI INFORMANTS SHAME ON YOU SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING GOD BLESS AMERICA
In past elections I’ve heard told
Voters adding an extra box and throwing old Bugs into the fold
How bad does it really have to be?
Could Bugs Bunny maybe help set us free?
Poor Elmer Fudd would definitely be of no assist
They took away his gun, no proper reach around and no kiss
Daffy Duck has also taken his leave and gone south
He was just no match for Bidens quick wit or Trumps loose mouth
But seriously folks I think we are all screwed
We’re damned if we don’t and damned if we do
Some say the Donald is a little bit touched
But what’s left of Joes faculties, not much
As we get closer to election day, reality will surely bend
Beware of fake news my friends and this apocalyptic end
I know who I’m voting for, me and my toot toot
Bugs Bunny for president, now wouldn’t that be a hoot