Long Politicaltree Poems
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A tree aches and cries
Barren, twisted, neglected
Its fullness defected:
The rings count
Two hundred thirty-two
Its outer mostly me and you
(Both real and lore)
The center: those who came before.
A young fruit ripens on the tree:
Oh how it shall save!
Chosen for a shine utterly divine,
A boldness sleek and brave.
A shade of green on a tree of red?
Unique in feel and easily fed
To the hands with three fingers of five
pulled from branches, barely alive?
A rush of change, a blush of feel
Suddenly the tree does reel
With excitement:
Could this be its time to heal?
But after picked (through times and ways)
Its flavor sours; a brown, crinkled, experienced daze.
Three fingers drop a bitter core
While the tree still lives in dire need
As ever as it did before.
The tree weeps as growth is fought,
Will it ever seed (true) change in thought?
*recite to Night Before Christmas
Who was this white haired Claus
with buck-rabbit teeth?
Carrying a ton of peanuts
for everyone to eat.
Dragged in a sleigh
pulled by Agnew and Nixon,
who ran right beside
old Donnar and Blitzen?
He circled Camp David,
A fast fly by;
with lox and bagels
for Jewish guys.
A carpenters’ pencil
was poised by his ear,
and boxes of nails dangled,
from the gear in the rear.
Why! It's Jolly Ole Carter Claus
draped in menorahs.
Handing out home plans to
the Arab before us.
Visions of world peace
danced in his head;
as, he flew to Afghanistan
‘Fore noggin hit bed.
When down from the sky
in the form of deer dung,
fell fruit tree seeds
to be sown in the sun.
And, as Carter Claus’ whip
cracked O’er Nixon's ear,
as Agnew blanched,
his eyes filling with tears.
Droplets hit sand with
a plop and a splatter
’pon the fruit tree seeds with
nary a clatter.
The desert grew green.
Trees sprouted and grew.
Hearts filled with wonder
bellies with stew.
Homes were rebuilt,
as before the fall.
Cook fires were lit.
Children grew tall.
And Ole Carter Claus
flew home in a daze,
passing out sandwiches
that Roslyn had made.