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New York State voters just voted down
Same-day Voter Registration
leaving New York less progressive than
nineteen other states in our fair nation *
Universal Vote-by-Mail was also nixed
putting New York in a real pickle of a fix
Alas, now her ballot-box rules are not as up-to-date
as woke states like California, numbering eight **
Of course, no one dares say a peep about
the performance of P.C. Governor Kathy Hochul ***
She seems not to have taken the pulse
of her state's deplorable local yokels
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*Source: Ballotpedia.org
**Source: thinkcivics.com
***Pronounced 'Hokle'
We all have those notebooks
filled up to the top
of poems we started
but for some reason had to stop
But we never throw them away
into the trash can or shredder
because someday we’ll rewrite them
and make them much better
So I thought I would share
just a few of them here
and why they did not make the cut
should become perfectly clear
Bad Dog
Bang, bang, bang on my window
Scratch, scratch, scratch on the screen
I threw the dog out the door
for pooping on the kitchen floor
and my wife had the nerve to call me mean
A Montana Man
Our Governor carried a six gun
took his dog with him to state affairs
Branded bills instead of signing em
rode his horse when he went anywhere
Covid
Covid 19 virus still ravages the world
although there are millions who will still deny it
One brother obeys the laws by wearing his mask
another will take up his arms to defy it
Picky, Picky
There are those that prefer sunrise
and those that enjoy the sunset
Some will never be satisfied
but I will take what I can get
Give it Your All
All that matters at the end of a day
as you look back upon the way you lived
Is you can say you were true to yourself
and gave it everything you had to give
Get Out of the Way
All that grease in the sausage I ate
has my breakfast gurgling right on through
My stomach is not feeling so great
man I really do have to go poo
Working For a Living
Any job you do not love
is a job that never ends
The way to make it better
is to share it with a friend
Marriage
The problem is most of the couples who marry
are not really quite sure what to expect
Ain’t got a clue about the real life that happens
after the end of the candy, flowers and sex
You think yours is the one that is something special
your honeymoon will just keep going on and on
You have way too much love to give to each other
no way in hell ‘that couple’ is what you’ll become
The Grave
The earth was dug out
in geometric lines
Straight as an arrow
Trimmed like glass
They tucked you away
into your own cliché
Gone like the wind
All things must pass
You're my hero this month, Dianne.
You brought down your unfaithful man.
"Luv Guv," now your ex,
was wild about sex.
One staffer was his greatest fan.
A text meant for her went to you!
Months later you'd bid him adieu,
but first you'd make dang
sure hubby would hang.
Your quiet "campaign" would ensue.
Your audio tapes would assist
the Ethics Committee, whose fist
would come down hard--POW!
The truth is out now.
Tax payers know they have been dissed.
To cover his sins, "Luv Guv" used
their tax dollars. No one's amused!
He's charged; now he'll pay
in more than one way.
All know he was rightly accused.
May 1, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's May Day Premier contest: 25-line max,
any topic or form
Last month, Robert Bentley was forced to resign as Governor of Alabama--
after days of refusing to resign on the grounds he'd done nothing illegal,
the affair. When all of IT hit the fan--that he'd committed crimes by using tax payers' money for cover-up efforts--he had no choice but to step down.
Information (phone records, texts, and tapes) provided by his wife (then-wife) of fifty years led to his downfall. I do admire her. She kept her cool and did the right thing!
He's been charged with two misdemeanors and is to perform community service
in his area of expertise--dermatology. This fact was in the most recent article I read.
The Snohomish County Health District is using the Angel of the Winds Casino's Everett arena. In order to treat victims of COVID-19. Whereas in Seattle 300 Army medical core medical professions are being utilized to treat patients not being effected by the Coronavirus. In Kent and Issaquah motels are being used to intern people affected by it. They are being monitored by the police. Yet in Kent, a homeless man broke lose and robbed a local convenience store.
The Army medical core is using the Seattle's CenturyLink Event Center and field. Treating non victims of COVID-19. Field hospitals are being established nationally and world wide. Treating this contemporary angel of death.
In Yakima twelve to thirteen inmates broke lose because their facility was being impacted by COVID-19. In several of the most impacted states, such as New York. The National Guard has been called out to render assistance. As of yesterday, thirty three of the fifty states have been effected by it.
There have been non essential business in Washington State. Ignoring Governor Jay Inslee's order to close down. First they will be warned, and finally they could lose their business licenses. For continued noncompliance.
President Donald Trump and Congress approved a stimulus package for our nation. Checks should be arriving direct deposit by the IRS in about two to three weeks. His stay at home order has been extended to April 30th.
Online schools are becoming the new normal for students. Even students without home computers can use their teacher's lesson plans. And in some areas home computers are being delivered to k-12 students.
We should watch, wait and pray for the COVID-19 to pass over us. By vanishing into thin air.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 31, 2020
My ode to William Henry Harrison, 9th President
of the United States, yet barely known.
A Founding Father’s son and longtime frontier resident,
Brave military leader to the bone.
His victories in uniform stacked up along the way,
rarely defeated at the battle line.
As President, though, died in office one month to the day,
now nobody remembers Number Nine.
He served the House of Representatives a term or two;
in politics, he always did excel.
First Governor of Indiana Territory, too -
Ohio’s 13th Senator, as well.
As Major General, Will fought the War of 1812,
as well as several wars along the way.
His worth, though, as a President, historians will shelve
for lasting only one month to the day.
He married sweetheart Anna in the Fall of ’95,
she bore her husband many children - ten!
Although her health was poor, Anna was Queen Bee to the hive,
their son’s son: future POTUS, Benjamin.
There’s no one I would rather have protect my garrison,
though in the end pneumonia held its sway.
A military hero, William Henry Harrison -
Ninth President, just one month to the day.
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American dystopia,where law breaking is fine.
San Freaksisco, USA, civil living disappeared in no time.
Streets filled with thieves and have become public latrines.
Owners of small businesses are regularly and joyfully bitten!
.
Perfectly OK, by our governor with madness, encouraged.
You can move here and steal, though by sane people, vehemently discouraged.
.
Some have elected crackpots, having profound disrespect for law and order.
They need to move without haste, south of the border!
.
My heart weeps for the beauty and civility that California has indeed lost.
Our law abiding citizens hopes and dreams disappeared in a political holocaust!
January 7, 2020
Daniel followed God wholeheartedly
He is a foreigner in Babylon
Many are jealous about his stand
For the king believe and admire him
He became the Governor of Babylon
For he is young, handsome and intelligent
The enemy made a foolish trapped on him
By a pagan religious law that succumb him
For Daniel is a Jew who believe the God of Israel
Later, the King's decree was subtle and final
Daniel was thrown to the den of lions
To all surprise, Daniel was justified by God
Nothing happen to him, nothing at all
To King's decree was given the one who trapped him
Are the one who have been thrown into the den
Death was given to evil men, Daniel was justified.
In the end, God is the justice of all.
The television hums
like a drunk uncle
who won’t go home.
Everybody’s got an opinion
nobody’s got a book.
They scroll—
thumbs twitching
like lab rats
waiting for sugar pellets
of outrage.
How bad has it become?
Bad enough that a headline
is a gospel
and a meme
is a diploma.
Bad enough that a man
can shout into a glowing rectangle
and be crowned king
by breakfast.
We don’t read the fine print—
we don’t read
period.
We argue with ghosts,
with avatars,
with the echo
of our own thin certainty.
How did it get this way?
Comfort.
Speed.
The lie that louder means smarter.
Schools teaching tests.
Politicians selling fear
in bulk.
Corporations monetizing distraction
like it’s corn syrup
for the brain.
We traded patience
for immediacy.
Depth
for dopamine.
And now we wonder
why the well is dry.
How unqualified to vote
are the minimum percentage
of people now?
That’s the wrong question.
The Constitution doesn’t hand out IQ tests
at the ballot box.
Democracy is built
on equal voice—
not equal brilliance.
Some people don’t know
how a bill becomes a law.
Some people don’t know
what a tariff is.
Some don’t know
who their governor is.
But ignorance
isn’t owned by one tribe.
It’s bipartisan.
It’s profitable.
It’s encouraged.
The better question is—
How many of us
are too tired to care?
How many
confuse confidence
with competence?
How many
would rather win an argument
than understand it?
The bar is still open.
The ballots still print.
The screens still glow
at 2 a.m.
And somewhere
under the static,
under the slogans
and the shouting,
there’s still a mind
capable of quiet thought—
if it can survive
the noise.
Joseph was one of Jacob’s twelve sons,
and to the land of Egypt was brought.
Sold by his brothers into slavery
but ruled there in Pharaoh’s court
And his brothers went down to Egypt
to buy corn in the famine lest they die,
but Joseph was governor of the land
and they bowed their faces to buy
Joseph knew his brothers, not they him,
and said unto them “I fear ye are spies
come to see the nakedness of this land”
but said they “nay, to buy supplies”
“We have from the land of Canaan come,
my lord, we are all the sons of one man”.
And Joseph said “if ye be true men
fetch me your youngest in Canaan”
“Go ye and carry corn for your houses
but first bring your brother unto me.
So shall your words be verified
and ye shall not all die guilty”
And they laded their asses with corn
but their hearts did fail them for fear,
and journeyed back to their father
who grieved at the news they bear
But the famine was sore in all the land
and they returned the land of Pharaoh.
Taking the best fruits and balm,
and honey and myrrh to go
Then once again stood before Joseph
who said “peace be with you…fear not!”
And asked “your father, is he yet alive?”,
they answered he is well with his lot
And Joseph yearned within and wept,
and with them drank and made merry,
and did eat with them at his house
lest on their return they grow weary
But Joseph could no longer refrain
saying “I’m your brother whom ye sold!
Be not afraid for it was God’s will
for a posterity on the earth foretold”
“Go and tell my father God has made me
ruler over all the land in Egypt’s care!”.
And Jacob and his twelve sons
dwelt in the land of Goshen there
Written: September 2010
In a dream, beneath Columbus' watchful gaze,
Where the capitol’s dome with the blue heavens waltz,
Strolling alongside the Governor, in harmonious ways,
Our footsteps chanced upon the city's hidden vaults.
Dusk beckoned, a murmur urging us to roam,
Cleveland, my home, through the fantasy did thread,
First adrift, then guided by heart back home,
A train missed, the voyage's lament, a path of dread.
Another locomotive, with heartbeats encased in metal's hold,
My briefcase and luggage, on the platform abandoned in the frost,
A conductor’s poetic words, let go of your baggage, be bold,
Tales of life's loads, and the art of releasing what's lost.
Halted, the train on destiny's meticulously drawn line,
A voyage through life, where loss and blessing entwine,
At every halt, a lesson, an opportunity to align,
Where dreams and reality, over time, combine.