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Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant
Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction
Crumple of coastal community permits my gains
Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations
Tidal wave treachery turned streets to swamps
Flotsam tops remnants sea's fury didn't flatten
Successors gorge on corpses misfortunes crop
Erased ocean era, crook posts pitifully campaign
Brashly I churn bathtubs of backstroked arachnids
Inhabit rainforest ripple stream, source I can claim
Traverse canopy like trampoline, scout eyes active
8th March
Out of Mangrove
They called him 'Silent Cal'
He didn't say very much at all
President about 100 years ago
Seems like longer than that now, though
Guests at White House Parties
Waxed eloquent in line and verse
While Cal Coolidge sat there nervous
His responses tense and terse
On campaign barnstorming trains
Reporters engaged him in vain
One told Coolidge he'd bet a bottle of booze ~
He could get Cal to say three or more words
~ The President smirked, "You lose."
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In today's age of frenetic bloviation
When media excesses choke inspiration
We can better appreciate Silent Cal Coolidge
Who rarely said anything ~ let alone foolish
February 18, 2020
Ode to a President or Politician or... Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
5/24/21
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Blood all around the planet, it's no longer strange
Blood spewed about from hurricanes
Blood drops falling in the rains
Blood all across the plains
Blood on these grains
Blood splatter across the window panes
Blood flowing through arteries and veins
In a bloody craze
Bloody end results over games
Done with bloody rage
Blood spilled when lives are claimed
Blood and people killed for financial gains
Blood over Maryjane and cocaine
Blood on ankles bound with chains
Blood stains remain
Blood becoming of one and the same
Another blood fueled campaign
Blood on the champagne
Blood in the quiche Lorraine and chow mein
Blood throughout history, never been a mouse game
Blood the foundation of a lot, helping start a town name
Blood often over stupid , I know how lame
Blood occurred without shame
Blood came no matter whether early or out late
Blood everywhere, oh how great
Blood is what they've continued to crave
Blood all over in the land of the free and home of the brave
More than blood, sweat and tears I gave
Blood, anguish and pain
Blood going down the drain
Blood from lives continually being slain
Blood in every domain
Blood throughout all the terrains
Blood became more than a gang
Blood dripping from sinking in the fangs
Bloody outcomes with good results or a boomerang
Blood going on and on, still so much to say
But I'll save all that blood for another day
Elmont was a good father
Children never a bother
Having two daughters years after he wed
Everything well planned not much debt
Rose and Susie were their names
Beautiful flowers blooming in a family picture frame
There was an incident long ago
With these two lovely does
When the red head got mad one time
Slugged her sister Susie one eye did shine
“I want to change direction!”
Rose claimed an objection
In the form of a rejection
Breaking tradition
Ears closed not able to listen
Was Rosie’s mission
“Clever move
You still have a lot to prove”
Black Eyed Susie did respond
Being relatively calm
About the other Derby race
That could have winner’s circle space
When their dad heard about this
He was ready to raise an angry fist
But after smelling a white carnation
He was placid very patient
Deciding to make a date
Making reservations to visit the Garden State
It was there
He brought the pair
To show them buds
Soon to be lovely studs
After their campaign
For fortune and fame
Elmont gave his kids a Visa credit card
Since they worked real hard
“This is your nickel and dime jar
You are my special stars”
Noting the special inscription that was read
Hinting that there are stallion’s egos that need to be fed
Nine months have passed
Since Rose and Susie’s birthday last
Elmont retired to sip from the cup given to breeders
And now it was ever so sweeter
On this his wife’s Labor Day
There was only one thing Elmont had to say
Two hundred and thirty eight days to the first weekend in May
It’s been 3 years since the low blow of nadirs
As we said hooroo to you..goodbye to our top guy
Still feeling...reeling from the pain
Of all the polished veneers of careers
Which is the best palimpsests of Test contests..conquests
The class...VIP pass..no glass ceiling
Why..has to be the insane arcane Shane gravy train
You know they’re in the hall of fame..like Elvis
When they just get called by their first name
Palpable fears cricket will never ever
Be quite the same game again
Cricketing Gods above showered their love.. on an upstart..
Who didn’t just play his part but resurrected
The respected but sadly neglected.. leg spin art
Vision of befuddling precision & derision lingers
The dawn of Warne
Muddling aplomb of his first ball against a Pom
Fingers flipped…it dipped..gripped..ripped
Nipped..skipped..clipped off stump
Leggy bomb….under the pump
Down in the dump chump
Plump Gatting slipped..pipped
We quipped..ill equipped..standing sentry for
The outstanding ball of the century
Shane twirled & quite simply
Changed the world of batting
Gandalf's celestial staff...walks the walk...talks the talk
On some extra terrestrial path
And at tother end..you're having a laugh..where
When there's then the zen
Of his old friend Glenn McGrath
Warnie’s masterplan of..flair…elan and despair
Devious...mischievous...had plenty of previous
Alright unfair trite slights about hair implants..highlights
Off the square delights…did revel with rare
On another level.. seedier devil may care flights
Done like a kipper by a ripper
Wannabe chipper skipper's flipper again
One of the game’s greatest readers & media feeder
Should've been.. hallowed.. not fallowed leader
Memories never wane of how
Shane did forever entertain
A whizz doing the biz with such fizz
Legendary larrikin of sin & spin
So let's ordain the Champagne
Campaign & Reign of Shane!
Ebola
Formerly known as Ebola hemorrhagic fever
First appeared in Nineteen sixty six
Found in Sudan's Nzara
Concomitantly, Congo's Ebola River
There wasn't any quick fix
From nowhere It has visited the world again
Leaving the world see everything in train
Scaring my wonderful West Africa
As it drains countries like Nigeria,
Guinea, Sierra leone and Liberia
Ebola Ebola
Everybody is talking about Ebola
Taking the waves world wide especially Africa
The most feared and number one killer
Tension heats up as It may come any hour
Every country tries protecting her border
Including my own motherland Ghana
Then just behind our flesh, came that old cholera
Revive and showing great power
Cooking people like short-grained brown rice
Sweeping them like dead flies
The causes are known Unequivocally
But solutions come verbally
The campaign then changes
Opening new pages
'Fighting Cholera' ' Preventing Ebola'
hmm Mother Ghana
I am pessimistic about the future
Ebola Ebola
Are we ready?
They looked for him here
They looked for him there
They looked for Bin Laden
Almost everywhere
But he never was hiding
There in Afghanistan
It just gave them excuse
To overturn the Taliban.
That gave the people freedom,
That gave the people hope
And free from their tyranny
It gave them more scope.
Twenty years later with
The ever mounting cost
And the decision to withdraw
All that was suddenly lost.
Helpers abandoned with
The too familiar hasty retreat
And the faltering campaign
Turned into humiliating defeat.
Having tried to enforce their will
Once again the arrogant West
Left behind a state of chaos
Having suddenly lost all interest.
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Bin Laden had been found
Hiding in near by Pakistan.
The people have been returned
To the tyranny of the Taliban
Twenty years of hope and effort
All suddenly gone to waste
Are we surprised that it has
Left such a bitter aftertaste.
You got a vote in your hand
You got human right
You got justice
You got a will
At this very moment
Everything is in your hands
At your fingertips
But you become hesitate
The candidates are strange to you
Political campaign is only a glimpse
Canvassing is unbelievable
You have no reference
There is no evidence
All along you're blind to politics
And the surroundings
You're only interested in
Everyday challenges
Life is challenging
Survival is hard
Sometimes
No matter who is on the stage
Life doesn't change much
Life has to go on tough
There is no choice
Let's the court and justice
Go after them
Prolonged justice is only
In the court
In front of God
When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!”
Mike’s “No” would reckon choice.
His mom ignored his new campaign;
rebuff became Mike’s voice.
Having seen his mom at crack's expense,
Mike felt all alone and under duress,
stranger to the world of common sense;
he started drinking to excess.
Long gone, his dad had been a souse
and likely binges somewhere yet.
Young Mike had cursed this selfish louse
through years of mixed regret.
In time, mom met her bitter demise
asleep at the wheel from drug abuse.
Shaken, this event opened Mike's eyes
struggling, he echoed “No!” to booze.
Parental hindrance gone, Mike gained
perception, a faith formerly unknown.
He found pardon, patience, peace unfeigned,
Loss ridden-out, his resolve fully grown.
but..."the road to success is always under construction."
quote by Lily Tomlin.
Waited patiently in lines to cast the vote
The turnout was expected; patience was tested
Uneasiness, hungry, and tired enough to be tempted
To leave the line, but frustration heavy in tote
Some feel it was not a honest fair win
Ballots were burned prior to election
Should there been more ballot protection
Oh well, candidate chosen with a jovial grin
Just pray this candidate is honest and true
A lot of talk of what is needed in this nation
Many voters are celebrating with elation
Some voters will continue to be sad and blue
Everybody will not be happy no matter the circumstance
Its the fate of the political experience for voters
Both parties campaign hard with ads and funny posters
Switch. Different party, its like the nation qualify for a refinance.