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**The QUEEN is in the HOUSE**
Queen Elizabeth II
A super hero coin legend,
I wonder who's kissing a$$ during an open Parliament.
London should have a law called "THE PAPARAZZI PUNISHMENT."
**GANDHI the GURU**
Gandhi,
The inspirational force vigilante,
Ignited some wisdom in today's philosophy.
He should have won a hunger trophy.
**RONALD REAGAN meets RONALD McDonald's**
Ronald Reagan,
White House celebration,
A man of bravery and stronghold,
I wonder if heaven has a McDonald?
**BILL CLINTON MAN of THE YEAR**
Bill Clinton,
Made presidency lots of fun,
Why did Monica ruin it for him?
Did Hillary, really forgive him?
**CLEOPATRA the GREAT**
Cleopatra,
All she had to say was abracadabra,
Do you think we would reinvent her story?
If Viagra was invented back in history?
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The atmosphere was alive and palpable,
surreal really
as the aegean blue of electrons after a
summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor.
The little company looked one to another,
spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the People's Enslavement by China better not try
and hoard my food, buying farmland through
Bill Gates (their dojoboy). Said LizPiggo, "I can't take another hundred or so food processing plant
spontaneous accidents", she added, her jowls
and upper arm fat flapping feverishly.
"Why can't America grow food and fertilizer for Americans!?" With that, Chuck Shroomer and Nancy Mamosi kicked through the door with four ATF cartel members. "Not so fast,
everybody's hands where we can see them!"
"Nice and easy", hissed Nancy.
Penney replied indignantly, "no, it's actually
a home salon blend concocted by my former pimp!",
she shot Silky a look. (Silky understood he was
now HER beach).
"No, you stupid Christian sympathizers, redneck trailer trash! You'll be right at home in my FEMA trailers, haha!" Nancy was smudging her clown makeup in livid possession through pharmakeia. Her dark circles merged with the dark shadows, and also her eye shadows.
Penney fidgeted under the table unbeknownst to
the six traitors before them, pulling a Desert Eagle
out from somewhere. Before flashing
and thus distracting the agents, Penney
had handed the gun over to LizPiggo who
blew the agent's brains out in impending starvation
fueled rage! She was as animated as a Man trying to transition as a Woman at "show and tell"-hour at a grade school!
Chuck and Nancy scattered like cockroaches to
the other rooms then disappeared out into the
darkness...
Form:
I wished you a Happy Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with merriment and laughter
and now I wish you Happy December 26 the less well known…day after.
(If you are from the United Kingdom or Canada…put this poem away
You have solved December 26th’s dilemma by celebrating Boxing Day)
But in America December 26 is a day that attempts to be brave and save face
for it knows it could have been a holiday but had to settle for second place.
Yes, I’m afraid December 26 in history is fated to remain unreckoned.
doomed to stand in relative obscurity with its neighbor January 2nd.
Today I celebrate all those days who because of their chronological lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
Do you know the name of the first man on the moon? Of course, everybody does.
But do you remember the second, Ed Aldrin, his friends and family called him Buzz.
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest, the first to find his way
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him that day?
They climbed the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th of July.
We remember Snow White as the first movie Disney brought to the silver screen
but the second, Pinocchio must take its place next to the innocuous March 18.
Everyone knows Amelia Earhart, her story is one of courage and devotion
She was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.
The second was Geraldine Mock, at her even more accolades were hurled
for she kept going after crossing the Atlantic, and flew around the world.
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be disregarded in history like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds from January to December
Some days, like people, are destined for greatness while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and day afters deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your head up December 26th…you have no reason to whine…
After all you could come around only once every 4 years….
my condolences to February 29.
My dear Siblings,
I voted for Hillary.
I would have preferred Bernie,
but she agreed to much of his platform-especially universal health care and education and seemed to be cognizant of environmental/climate change issues and bonus--she's a woman!
How I feel now? I am still haunted by the sound of my millennial son as he stood in the shower the morning after the election,
sobbing,
grief stricken,
mourning the loss of freedom and safety for many of his friends of different races,
nationalities,
sexual identities
and religions.
I am both immensely proud of him and fear for him
when I remember him coming out of the bathroom after that gut wrenching and utterly hopeless outpouring of tears.
He wore the look of a young man going off to war
and declared his allegiance and his personal protection to all those now named targets of hatred.
I'm not sure that I would have the courage to be a millennial now.
I recently watched about 20 snapping turtle hatchlings emerge, one by one, from a small hole in the sand bank above the pond and embark on a hilarious topsy-turvey tumble down the embankment and disappear into the dark stillness under the lush green vegetation of the shallow water.
Along the way some of them appeared to die.
At one point, the lifeless forms were starting to pile up near the exit hole of the nest and I feared for those still waiting for their turn to feel the sunlight on their faces.
What amazed me was to see how these little creatures responded to each other.
One would walk right over the top or lightly brush up against the side of an apparently dead sibling
and suddenly they were moving along together.
I imagined one saying to the other,
"Come on. You can do it. Don't stop now."
or maybe "I'll race you",
like I used to say to Jeremy when I wanted him to move faster.
I was relieved and very satisfied when the last one slipped into the pond;
a proud midwife.
I can only hope that the extreme disregard for the Earth and all her creatures,
including human beings,
that is spewing out of our political system and corporations
will incite all of us to a new way of being;
to getting everybody to the pond.
Lovingly,
Kerry
The media assaulted Donald Trump.
They made him seem unfit.
They passed him off as their despair
portraying him as twit.
They took him out of context
though not at all on purpose.
They'd closed their minds to wisdom
in any kind of surplus.
Then chose a side to bad mouth
with Hillary to support.
The News no more reporting
as they would all cohort.
The people getting angry.
The Americans wise for Trump.
The Press just getting more detached
for disappointing slump.
The polls to favor Hillary.
The Press would broadcast lies.
Condemning Trump as unapproved
to shame the people wise.
A vote for each American,
their election came to them.
The election starting quickly for
the Clinton favored femme.
The News going on endorsing her.
some fearing Trump was lost.
The women's egos so damn high
that Hillary's eyes had frost.
When finally came the turn-around
that Donald soon would gain.
The world came calling for The Trump
and Hillary cried in vain.
Full shock had neadered to the Press.
Their ignorance shown galore.
The people out of reach with them
all shocked to see their horror.
The message should you want to know.
To never trust the Press.
Refusing all their certainty
to keep the truth from less.
And now you know the politically correct.
The path the world's taking.
Important people closing minds
to steer the world to shaking.
The elderly man we call leader
Would shout as if our ears couldn't hear,
Then whisper with the expectation
We would agree to adhere to his
Foreign invasion~
Ten million strong from every nation.
Who was that girl, he could barely recall,
But he finally did (mis)speak her name
Because it wasn't on the teleprompter,
Neither was the word "illegal"
and his mob soon let him know
the word he should use is "undocumented."
The cities are crying blue tears and repenting,
Their citizens are no longer pretending
That all is peace and joy and love;
Our children are kicked out of school
To make room for all the illegal immigrant poor,
After all don't we owe them the American dream?
I am, you know, adamantly* against illegal immigration. ~Hillary Clinton
We simply cannot allow people to pour into the United States undetected, undocumented, unchecked, and circumventing the line of people who are waiting patiently, diligently, and lawfully to become immigrants in this country. ~Barack Obama
The issues surrounding illegal immigration are wide-ranging and complex, but there is no question about the need to secure our borders. ~Roger Wicker
I have fought on the front lines to prevent illegal immigration. I know Donald Trump will stand with me and countless Americans to secure our border. ~Joe Arpaio
*adamantly(adverb): a way that suggests one will not be persuaded to change one's mind; firmly and resolutely.
("FAKE") King Harry Kane...
also unknown as (D. Lucian Null)
Sprung from the best
over active imagination damnedest
confection of this fictitious
writer of fiction earnest
and frankly hoof
avers zealous zest
(with sud'n soap er
ream conviction, undressed
compunction, and
especially divine collusion),
who proudly didst wrest
(however wrung er...
right), the presidency, (you guessed
correctly) from the ghostly
buster of Honoré d Balzac
("FAKE alias Hillary Clinton),
and bankrolled by Univest
in coordination with
Ham R. Sickle, lest
who didst hack private emails
of said Democratic contender
(during the 2016 presidential election)
successfully, and sufficiently
(amidst sudden unrest)
did (ill) legally
nominally sought after
highest stakes political con test
the dub bait hubble,
and admits rigged
a satisfactory farrago,
which predictably suppressed
any fat (or slim)
chance (Hill's Billy) more unlikely
getting struck by lightening,
while climbing Mount Everest),
which non barren smugness
of mine brought elation, messed
up supposedly clinched Clinton win,
whence foretold by gerrymandered
Oracle of Delphi, which
prophetess imp pressed
particularly how nefarious nest
of thieves spearheaded, schemed,
and sabotaged visa vis
ex post facto American government
didst discover sinister, sly, and
"NON FAKE"
surreptitious shenanigans
which laughably vaunted
I accord to Trump
"stupid, weak, lightweight"
Central Intelligence Agency.
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
I've been given a magical power but I don't know where it came from.
My killing spree is not going to end, there will be more deaths to come.
I'm going to paint portraits of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
Then I'll paint portraits of the creators of the new Doctor Who TV show, I'll get rid of all of those chumps.
I'm also going to paint a portrait of a bully who I went to school with.
He'd better enjoy what time he has left because he won't have long to live.
I will never see the inside of a courtroom, I will never be tried.
If you don't want your portrait to be painted, don't get on my bad side.
Something magical in time.
Something beautiful in our lives.
Something Jesus Christ gazed on with wide eyes.
Something Columbus watched every night.
Something on which Scott would mark with his life.
Something Elvis saw when he’d see the Memphis skyline.
Something that Armstrong invested in with years of his life.
Something that caught Davinci’s inquisitive mind.
Something that Peake knows fires the imagination of the most brilliant of minds.
Something that controls the oceans most ferocious tides.
Something that you can see on this night.
Hillary saw it clearer than ever you will or I.
Mayne used its light to guide his missions to fight for the freedom of our lives.
Moses knew of its power to the dark mind.
Pink Floyd explored the meaning of its dark side.
Spielberg framed E.T. fly in its magical light.
A moon that has held the minds of so many legends in time.
Something there for you every day of your life.
Something magical in your time.
Internalized emotions wrought
quotidian psychological oppression
retrospective reflection courtesy
20/20 hindsight reveals absolute zero
positive development of body, mind, and spirit
extreme agitation compromised
maturation, education, and socialization
every year since being
born free and clear of obvious defects
minus alien aberration, Russian collusion...,
nor deplorable crooked Hillary accusation
and submucous cleft palate
inducing severe nasality
fraught with arduous speaking difficulty
coping, fraternizing, integrating
within ordinary circumstances
alienated, defied, horrified,
mortified, scared, zapped
yours truly, albeit analogous
experiencing ferocious, hellacious, torturous...
suffering predicated on suppressing
and/or repressing moderate slights
inflicted upon withdrawn younger self,
who lacked adroit, deft, heft...
coping with typical situations
subsequently aggravating,
exacerbating, jinxing...
to cultivate, generate,
liberate locked potential
hypothesized, premised, yoked
infantile grievous inconsolable crying
unsolved behavioral mystery
venting only for my "mommy dearest"
would utter (this from hearsay)
exhibiting extreme aversion
if other than thee birth mother
comforted, cradled, cocooned...,
an extremely reticent individual
buckling as strapping bullies
relentlessly belted jibed, taunted...
said teasing begat intimidation
(oft times mentioned other poems)
scrawny kid (me) cowed, fawned, irked,
nonetheless I remained passive against
blistering, hectoring, teasing,
which apothegm turning other cheek
avoided getting smashed pumpkin face
courtesy subservient stance
devotional acquiescence help me dog pose
prayer temporarily answered
harboring entire being
ten thousand feet beneath
avast sea of dejection
time and again repeated
alas crass harassment
absorbed into nucleus of every cell
anchored barnacle encrusted tenuous pride
in short shrift
brewing, abjection, dejection, humiliation...
"NOT FAKE" misery
inducing suicidal ideation
spurring serious delineation
allowing, enabling, proffering
permanent salvation uber vacation
among livingsocial years later overlaid
earthshaking fault finding
misbehavior gifted from
those I called mother and father.