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Every four years and it seems that every year in between,
Politicians prey upon the populace venting their usual spleen,
Promising this and promising that, saying they will deliver.
The scatological babble flows like a flooding tidewater river!
Candidates and their pals prowl about the nation to promote,
Anything they think we ought to hear, anything to get our vote!
They vow to build a local dam and provide universal medical care,
Lower the national debt and clean up the polluted air!
They promise they'll never raise taxes, looking us dead in the eye.
We've heard that one before - they'll increase them bye and bye!
When they proclaim, "I have a plan!", we become very suspicious.
They expound on grand schemes - most turn out to be fictitious!
Farmers are assured they'll get top prices for beef, corn and wheat,
While promising consumers they'll pay less for what they eat!
They promise new roads, bridges, schools and such,
But once in office, they seem so remote and out of touch!
Regardless of their party affiliation, politicians are all the same.
When things go awry they all point the accusing finger of blame.
And when at last that exalted office they attain,
Alas, it seems all those promises were made to us in vain!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
My vote matters for the same reasons that I MATTER.
My presence is like life-giving WATER.
My vote is far more than POLITICAL.
Rather, it is the voice of PRINCIPLE.
My right to free speech is clear as the DAY.
It is my right to have my SAY.
My vote is bigger than any MAN.
The success or failure of my nation
Also lies in my HANDS. Yes, the issues
At stake are often hard to UNDERSTAND,
But whatever the challenges to be overcome,
I must believe that I CAN. I can never see
Ahead if my head is buried in the SAND.
I need not be a FAN of whom I cast my vote.
Yes, some things are clouded and have to be discerned.
My vote is not free to anyone; it has to be earned.
It's the principles that count. The candidates may
Not even be worthy of my shouts from the GRANDSTANDS.
So primarily, when I cast my vote, it's the principles that count.
Android Pleasures
Androids take on actions of their own these days
As intellectuals of the highest order
With all the advancements in science and technology
These thinking machines remain the same in other ways
They still have no feelings and no gender
But this point makes them perfect candidates as counselors
Free to talk on politics and sex
Educating people, helping them to be friends
Help them become better partners in the bed
They are brave to talk on intimate sexual parts and sexy things
Being they have none of their own
New nude positions are their specialty
They are pure geniuses on naughty anatomy
Androids charge as much as lawyers do
In fact, much more
For services rendered in the end
Are you sure they are not human?
I feel like I’m being screwed
Does this job come with a lube?
The primary problem that I find with debates is that very little if anything changes.
Our convictions and beliefs, and the pe o ple that believe in us also remain the same.
Indeed, it was a mild form of debate.
He was aghast at my choice of candidates.
He sincerely questioned my politics
and was very disturbed by my political pics.
He wanted to know what, why, and how,
and there was a tone in his voice with a
resounding 'Wow'. He believed one way
and I, another. Moreover, to him, I was
like an older brother who'd gone astray.
In a way, he felt that my head was buried
in the sand, and he could not understand.
Furthermore, he believed that I'd been brainwashed.
Upon hearing that from him, my heart was dashed.
Although our worlds were very similar at the start,
time and space had now rendered us worlds apart.
So, there it was; a debate without an audience.
Politically, we continue to remain at a distance.
We continue to navigate our lives in different lanes.
But no one lost; no one won; no one changed. I tell you. That' s one of the problems with debates. No one seems to gain, and they do not take away the pain.
072524PS
A Lady Waits
The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes onto the seaweed-soaked stern and congregates,
viewing a line of lights which levitates on the horizon it incubates.
As fingers point to a distant shore, the name “America!” reverberates.
The salty air invigorates, and the chorus of commotion escalates.
A cry pulls the tide of faces to the rear row of citizen candidates.
Her wind-whipped shawl barely insulates the ravenous newborn she placates.
As if Moses were parting the sea, the silent congregation separates.
Gleaming with gratitude, she glides to the front rail the moon illuminates.
As her baby’s throat pulsates with mother’s milk, through lash-locked lids he fixates
on the Emerald Empress whose torch radiates on the dreams she consummates.
Beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers, his mother boldly states,
“When this restless night abates, the misty morn of a daring dawn elates,
but tonight, sleep well my child … for across the harbor, the lady waits … ”
- E. V. Wyler -
Bold trees proclaim November news;
Ma Nature frames impressive views.
Autumn colors achieve their prime
while weather shifts to cooler clime.
Service of veterans we cheer;
election rules the atmosphere.
Voters each year are asked to choose;
Winners glean payment for their dues.
Who can predict ahead of time?
No one can trace the paradigm.
Candidates jeer while campaigns smear;
November comes and goes each year.
The month ends and events enthuse;
my hardened heart revives its muse
in praise for health and wealth sublime.
Thanks be to God as church bells chime;
grace and gratitude reappear.
With winter snows, can peace draw near?
October 29, 2020
for November Lay contest, William Kekaula
I used HMS and Rhyme Zone
Hay sisters, we need the
Right to Vote! – We need
a real voice, protection from
dominating, independent
men – self serving tyrants.
Our strength are our greater
numbers girlfriends. Through
the voting process, tear-down
their entire system of abusive
male domination. Elect our
far more liberal candidates!
And so, the US has:
Liberal judges who refuse to
incarcerate, turn violent criminals
back out on the streets, time and
time again to cause more death and
destruction. Elect liberal governors
to office, so we have abortion up to
the day of birth – why not one more?
The day after. Put Marxist, liberal
politicians in office, Freedom hating
Communists – Sure! That’s a great
idea. Our children will bless us from
their future concentration camps. Yep,
Women’s suffrage! Now suffer us all!
I Can't Believe the Ignorance
By Franklin Price
7/31/2016
I can't believe the ignorance that in our candidates abounds
And how lacking in intelligence their conversation sounds
Both are an embarrassment from this observation made
Both make most our faces turn a deeper redder shade
One of them is subtle learned by years in Washington
The other is quite obvious and neither one is fun
One says what you want to hear whether true or not
The other spouts out stupid things and proves he doesn't care a lot
How is it that we got here, to create this place so wrong?
Through lack of interest by the parties. It's been going on so long
Disinterest in the last eight years; no handshakes 'cross the aisles
Nothing done of consequence, just check the laws and files
Many people thought the thought; nothing we can do of note
Why should we be involved at all, or go to the polls and vote
This has happened many years, longer than we'd like to think
Less voters to the polls each year, took this country to the brink
So much disenchantment with established party ways
That we picked a strange outsider to try to give us better days
He was outspoken from the start. Got media for free
Would make this country great again; the best for you and me
Ran as a Republican though didn't act as such
Enchanted many voters with his golden Midas touch
Brought in many voters; independents, RINOS too
Grasping for a welcome change for anything that's new
He won the nomination though he didn't make much sense
Better an outspoken ignorant than establishment that's dense
Now we have a liar and an ego maniac
I'm sure that either one that wins will have this country's back
We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments
and end our Friday night homework confinement.
Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée
I went to a few of those back in the day.
No more frat parties, I once emphatically said.
I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion
but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken,
and it’s good, I suppose, to stay in touch with the kids
Chella does this a lot, finds a trendy hot spot,
and drags me along, enthusiastically or not.
She’ll attempt, and fail, to do a Keg stand.
That’s ok, we’re not athletes, I understand.
We’re just having fun with it, hitting a beat good,
fugitives from the rough passage to adulthood
We feel like old ladies now - it's hilarious.
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Mini playlist for this:
Pon de Replay by Rihanna
Little Things x Gypsy Woman (L BEATS MASHUP) by Jorja Smith
Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd
Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
More Than A Woman (SG's Paradise Edit) by Bee Gees & SG Lewis
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*I’ve got a Will Smith track here, I’m ashamed of how much I love his early
Fresh Prince rap years - but on the real - OJ was ‘the juice’ before he was OJ,
Michael wasn’t always hyperbaric and Will Smith pretended he wasn’t the
wifedup jesus pretenda he revealed himself to be.
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slang..
wifedup = pu$$y-whipped
jesus = nice guy
pretenda = pretender
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*We feel like old ladies because
(1) these frat boys are just lowly undergraduates and we’re master’s candidates which is vastly, vastly better. and
(2) we're Yale graduates, which is vastly, vastly better than being Harvard graduates (in our opinion).
After turning 18, I did not hesitate in registering to vote.
Many people had suffered discrimination, and I had taken note.
Mary, my maternal grandmother, could neither read nor write;
but she taught us to turn from the wrong and choose the right.
Grandma was born in 1888, a time of reconstruction from so much destruction.
Turning 18 in 1906, she could not, but certainly would have voted if she could.
So when I turned 18, voting was very high on my list of priorities.
Therefore, I stepped forward, and did what I knew I should.
I was filled with pride, and I know grandma would have been proud of me also.
Grandma Mary was my maternal grandmother and was a very courageous lady.
I don’t suppose that she would have cared a whole lot if I were a Democrat, Republican, or Independent. I suppose that she would have advised me to vote for whomever I had concluded to be the best person for the job. I can imagine her saying to me, “Curtis,
don’t worry about the media and the spin masters. Don’t fret about what others do, think, or feel. Just keep yourself informed and learn all you can. Make up your own mind and form your own opinions. Make your best move and commit the rest to God”.
So you see, I have good reasons and causes for which to vote, even though sometimes the causes and candidates may not even interest me. I think that it is that tug in my spirit being energized by the memory of my ancestors. I sense them telling me to cast one for me and also one for them. I feel that they are saying to me, “Curtis, cast this ballot for all of us so that this government of the people, for the people, and by the people, shall not perish from the earth”. I believe that I owe that much to them. It’s the least that I can do for all that they have endured for me.
So that, my friends, is one of the reasons I am compelled to let my voice be heard. That is why I am saying , both now and when I cast my ballot in November, Grandma Mary and Grandpa Ralph, I cast this ballot for you!!!!!!!!!!. Posted 10032016 cj (originally written 02042008. Some parts have been lost. Narrative has been rewritten, edited, and connected to remaining original piece for posting on PS)