Long Campaign Poems

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Brave Surveyor

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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Ode To Silent Cal Coolidge

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."

                 ********
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
Form: Ode

Blood

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Acting Like Three Year Olds

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
Form: Rhyme

Champagne reign of Shane

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!
Form: Rhyme


Ebola

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?
Form: Lyric

Interference

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.
.
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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Election

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

Riding Out the Loss

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.
Form: Quatrain

Election Turmoil

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.

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