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The wave of Democrat Socialism
Sweeping America today
Is no different than China’s Cultural Revolution
The DSA want to abolish (not reform)
Police, prisons, borders, the Senate,
The presidency, and Supreme Court
Because they are all remnants of an old order.
So just like the Red Guard youth
They seek to destroy “The Four Olds”
To usher in a New Wave of chaos
A tsunami of Hope and Change
To make way for the shining Utopia
That will of course naturally arise.
It didn’t work in China,
But that’s just because they didn’t do it right…
Get ready America,
Here comes some righteous change.
Don’t hold your breath, just hunker down,
Pull your family close
And keep your powder dry.
(8/8/26)
The echoes of Winter are fading from
view,
Softly, time whispers, out with the old,
make way for the new,
The sun is shining bright, and the sky
is blue,
Let’s get ready to embrace the gentle
Spring breeze and start anew.
Gardens and open fields are buzzing
with change,
Watered by Winter’s snow, rising from
the rich soil are bulbs and seeds of the
hopes we did sow,
Rows and rows of Daffodils, Tulips and
Bluebells, neatly arranged,
A vibrant sight of Spring blooms
a gardener's delight in watching
them grow.
Birds are singing sweet songs,
The Rivers are flowing freely,
and rabbits are dancing, oh, what
a beautiful show,
So let’s join in the Spirit of Spring,
throw our worries into the last of the
melting snow, and watch them simply
just go.
by Zyrool
you came into my life like a hurricane
sweeping me off my feet like a broom to sawdust
like magic fingers tickling the ivy's of my heart
making every beat— so— so— sweet...
our love intertwined—grew like a rapid growing vine
pushing old memories away with redeeming renewal
causing us to exhale refreshingly--out with the old—in with the new...
my— the Maker really out-did Himself in saving the best for last
lessons of the past— learned — and sunk— as deep as the depths of Atlantis...
never to interfere with our ascended love that keeps growing over time
while apart-- and unaware -- that one day—those dominos in place would one day be blown into unstoppable action...
there is no denying the forever bond we share
so strong—many live a life-time and can never factually say...
I found my true love...
Three months and you're gone.
We keep up to date
Make up time lost to closed windows,
Re-open doors and
Let the light in all
At once blinded and dazed.
Make up time lost to petty fights
Closed off minds that wander, sometimes,
towards each other-
Now unrequited.
Make up time in people
Like roots, expanding,
Respirating, out-with-the-old that never
really dies because water never really runs out, but circulates
Bones. Muscle Fibre. Tendons. Joints.
Talk to that small part of yourself that remembers a piece of her
A tiny thing that never fits quite right,
Made-up time that can teach only
In hindsight
The poison of idle hope.
Pitch colours and throttled laughter.
A pain in the back of your skull that you wish was something more.
Make up time in sensation
Relive the inanimate
The comfort of its permanence.
Whimsy catches the wind
Like a fall leaf, orangered and guileless
And enters the house
Like a cat, confident but cautiously curious
To whatever it is that has made the wind.
As she catches sight of herself in the mirror,
Her colorful hues glimmering,
She smiles knowing how numbered her days
While lingering still in the present, ‘till
With a gentle purr and flick of her tail she is gone.
Once a door is opened
The wind will oblige for as long as it may
Circulating in with the new, and out with the old
As whimsy rides on leaving her subtle scent
Musty as old leaves, musky as a Puss in Boots.
Cats are unique in having their own minds
A quality of solitary life
Even as they put on their royal airs,
Leaves on the other hand have no minds
Nor life once they have fallen.
Seasons after all flow like clockwork
To the rhythm of an unknown Maker
Mysterious only in the little things
How long a leaf or cat might linger
On a wind felt but never seen.
(11/9/24)
~WHEN THINGS GO WRONG~
The marriage is over, boredom stepped in,
So out with the old and a new one steps in.
Fun all the way, money to spend
But suddenly you find there will be no good end…
Your heart you were to keep safe from being broken
The love of this man you will find is nothing but token
He is lavish with money he gives your wants and your needs
But it comes with a price when your habit he feeds.
He started you on a downward spiral
If you don’t get off quick you will lose it all…
Your kids you have sworn to keep by your side
Will not want to stay if you end up inside…
Through possessiveness and violence he is in your life
Don’t make the mistake of becoming his wife
Get rid while you can before it’s too late
Bring your kids up in love and never in hate.
You have the support you know where to look
You won’t get any help from reading a book
Turn to your family and listen while you can
Think very hard and get rid of this man.
© 9/06/2012 ~GG~
Out with the old year, in with the new,
Welcome to year twenty twenty-two.
Hoping this will be a much better year,
Filled with more peace and not so much fear.
Twenty-twenty was the year it all began,
Covid appeared and we didn't have a plan.
Hand sanitizer, wearing face masks the new norm,
Keep your distance, no parties - all must conform.
Twenty twenty-one was supposed to be better.
The whole world obeyed precautions to the letter.
But Covid kept coming - nothing seemed to work,
Then came the vaccines and the world went berzerk!
The world was divided on what they should do,
Because the vaccines had been quickly pushed through.
Some trusted the safety of the newly made shots.
Others questioned their safety- get the jab they would not!
Add to this mess rising prices and crime,
And criminals released before it's their time,
Weather patterns are freaky all over the place,
And all the government wants is to talk about race.
But now here we have a new year to embrace,
Blank pages to fill with purpose and grace.
And though last year wasn't the best of times,
It gave me the inspiration to write these rhymes.
1/13/22
Son Scott, is following in Daddy's footsteps
So proud of that boy of mine
Technology's gotten way ahead of me now
Back then, my designs made me shine
But Scottie has taken it to a whole new level
He's made it in today's techno art
This old guy couldn't even begin to compete
I'd be blown right off the cart
Kind of sad, but that's progress I guess
Make way for the new generation
Out with the old ways and in with the new
Time for the next innovation
Guess it was time, due for retirement
Would've continued on if I could
That day has arrived, I am yesterday's man
If I could do it all over, I would
A good reason to greet the sun each morning
Thoughts of an exciting new project
Forever challenging my artistic abilities
Was at my best coming up with new concepts
Sadly, this life is leaving me behind me
Must step aside for the new generation
Was a total blast for almost fifty-five years
A time of such great inspiration
© Jack Ellison 2014
2009 a year to break through.
As the United States starts a new, with a new leader.
A new voice, so strong, so clear.
Ready to lead, and follow things through.
Out with the old, and in with the new.
He stands so tall, with head held high.
Assuring Americans "We will get by".
Many things are so unclear.
Some people fear disaster is near.
You worry, you wonder, you can`t sleep at night.
Will I still have my home, after night turns to light?
Loans for the companies.
Tax breaks for the more.
Decisions to make.
Groceries or heat?
Gas for the van, or shoe`s for their feet?
Somethings so wrong.
We aren't`t getting help.
To Hell with the banks, they've screwed themselves.
Bonuses to you, raises to him.
What about the lonely poor human man?
People who don`t have a cent, or just barely get by.
Where`s OUR help?
I just want to cry.
Form:
Sensual cyborgs are rare in New York City
Spaceship brought her because she was terribly witty
Her goal was to get close to this world’s president
He had been left for dead in this waste, an annual event
Out with the old, on with the new, agreed by a world pact.
She had studied these creatures, so she knew how to act.
Her mission was clear; she was well kneed and up to the task.
Enemy combatants would be well fooled, she wore a keen mask.
Soldiers at every check point thought she was a cat from a house.
When in fact she was no hooker, instead Commander B. Crouse.
She had proven her prowess and skills in espionage and spying.
She was revered all over the planet, leaving many men crying.
She gave the guard at the President’s door a wink and a nod.
He reached for her headlights, so she quickly laid him dead like a cod.
She whisked Mr. President safely away in the middle of the night
Interplanetary council displayed him, adding a yellow spotlight.
He was so grateful to be saved, he told them secrets of earth.
They memorized them gladly, these aliens from Planet O Perth.
Commander B. Crouse was deemed the head of the council and more
She never again had to risk her life or pretend to be a common wh.....