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What does it matter if I get it wrong
The media still loves me as I gallop along,
I cause such big waves, more than the sea
A masterful stroke as they all look to me.
I’m a creature of spin a natural disruptor,
A wily young fox, a dangerous raptor.
Step in my path and you’ll wish you weren’t born,
Battered and bruised, sorely forlorn.
They say I’m still green, a flash in the pan
Clearly all missing my brilliant game plan.
Wait a few years cause lots of noise
Mask my ambition with feminine poise;
Gather my fans, make them a force,
Have them promote me until they are hoarse,
Then all at once as if pre-ordained
Challenge the leadership and leave them bloodstained.
Not a surprise I’ll be the one standing
Now the top job clearly demanding.
So stick around, follow my thread,
Swallow the fact that by me you’ll be led.
I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.
There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.
The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.
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- In memory of the La Vegas shooting victims –
Letters from parents quite unsettling
Elves keep asking what went wrong
Rudolph’s nose starts him meddling
He’ll have answers before too long
Santa and Mrs. Claus have a situation
Marriage needs complete restoration
Both want help but not medication
North Pole lawyers mediate and divide
Santa misses meeting, not taking calls
Judge looked at first motion and decides
She gets Christmas tree, he gets balls
Santa and Mrs. Claus have a situation
Both failed early mediation
Father Time appointed consultation
Santa cannot “Ho ho”, has lost his voice
Causing toy shop workers to overreact
Emergency intervention knocks elves off course
Petitions demand help for children are on track
Father Time tells Santa to get it together
Informs Mrs. Claus Santa is certainly stressed
Federal regulations, global warming and weather
Obamacare and taxes has their finances in a mess
Santa and Mrs. Claus have a situation
Both happier with intimate communication
Santa and Mrs. Claus are in negotiations
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Written 12/25/2015
Story Poem About Santa Claus Contest
sponsored by Carol Eastman
1st Place
The power depends on the people’s will
They were taught to believe this at high school
But as practice has shown, powers like to kill
And the people are forced to obey under rule
So the contract between the people and power
Looks a bit stretched cause it was preset
Do I need a law how to water my flower?
My goodwill’s stipulated without my consent?
And now you self appointed judges get loud
Condemning me for the war in your garden
But you've got the wrong address, dear crowd
Type the proper number of your chosen warden
Am I not responsible for lunar eclipses yet?
Mustn’t I write an explanatory note
On three A 4 sheets of paper, so that
Could be cheerfully taken as my absent vote.
I have a plan
Yes it may be unconventional,
But as a fan
I assure you its success will be intentional.
Most of you may know me
My talent feted shore to shore,
With puppets real as all can see
Talking, singing and much more.
I know I have a skill
And the will to use it right,
Some may say a magic pill
A potent weapon that can bite.
Now that I'm finally a Star
I need embrace the social causes,
No longer propping up the bar
I'm great at mimicking the poses.
One such thought that came my way
To help the old man pull it off,
It's for me to do and say
While he covers with a cough.
I can crouch behind the stand
Prop him up as best I must,
Work his head with my free hand
With experience I'll adjust.
All dear Joe needs do is focus
Read the screen and move his lips,
They won't know that's it's all bogus
That I've written all the scripts.
Only this way can he win
As my famous mates all say,
A little magic is no sin
If I get him through each day.
Should he stray I've got a treat
An ice cream cone well in his sight,
Only once his tasks complete
Will I let him take a bite.
I'm a patriot as all can see
I'll move mountains to beat Trump,
If Joe's to win it’s up to me
And if he flags I've got the pump.
From the north silently it comes down the river,
invisible, radioactive, combining with *acid rain.
Nuclear power, cheap energy, a cancer giver
and all we love will end, if we don't chose to refrain.
So fueled by greed, we chew up the earth for coal to burn,
blackening the skies and butchering the mountain side,
all so that we can drive SUV's with total unconcern,
laughing at the third world, on the globe, we stand astride.
The black-outs, *brown-outs, oh the anarchy of light's blight
creating a sickly yellow miasma's where few stars shine.
And cities of cave dwellers who never see the night,
turn shades of puce and pink by neon lights malign.
Soon, I'm sure, we'll redefine the nature of what's pure,
and Seri's *app will tell what game to eat ...and the cure.
I bend and I sway,
I’m a wily old fox,
Let Trump rue the day
I jumped from my box.
I’m now running wild
On the meadows I love,
My colleagues quite riled
As I give them a shove.
Third time’s a real charm,
I’m the man of the hour,
The one to wreak harm,
As they all run and cower.
They say I’m too old,
But little they know
My stamina’s great,
So let them all crow.
The fun’s barely started,
I’m riding the wave,
My victory charted,
The country I’ll sway.
My friendly demeanor,
My steely resolve,
Trump’s fight may be meaner,
But watch this evolve.
The media’s all with me,
The Unions can’t wait,
So just wait and see
Me become head of State.
The quiet words, the trembling lips,
we’ve heard it all before.
Keen questions dwell within our minds,
like who’s behind the door.
We saw the lights, heard voiceless words,
asked, “Is there any more?”
The speaking’s frail and actions flail,
but who’s behind the door?
The Wizard drew his curtain and
he fooled the land of Oz.
But when the curtain opened up
they saw just who he was.
He turned the wheel, he honked the horn
he put on such a show
The room was filled with smoky light
and braggadocio
As cultures clash and leaders stall,
great fearfulness prevails.
When people feel they’ve been left out,
then lo, their system fails.
All people want to feel secure.
They want their qualms allayed.
As leaders walk on shells of eggs,
the folks feel sore afraid.
We feel compelled; we have to know,
real answers, we implore.
Please tell the truth and let us know,
Who’s that behind the door?
Executive orders signing spree
Quite a start for old JB
Killed off the jobs of myriad employees
Put a chokehold on the oil industry
But in the name of his pitch for unity
Lets look at JB's orders with impunity
Rejoining the 2015 Paris 'dialogue-ees'
He's eased up on our good friends, the Chinese
Plus he's helped so many radicals smile with glee
Like Ms. Omer, Ms. Tlieb, Bernie and AOC
Not to mention old pros like Schumer and Pelosi
Now on to re-engage Iran, Obama's lose-lose strategy
Canceling rents and student loans in late February
Open the borders ~ Here comes amnesty