Long Presidential Poems
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~ "I think this is a moment to put a woman of color on that ticket."
~ Senator Amy Klobuchar, 2020
~ "I have a dream that my four little children one day will live in a nation
where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the
content of their character. I have a dream.
~ Dr. Martin Luther King, 1963
Today in 2020 the dream died again
Dr. King's dream, a beautiful dream
But like all dreams, only that...
Today in 2020, an eminently qualified
woman dropped out of contention for
the Vice-Presidential slot on the
Democratic ticket for November
for one reason, and only one reason
--because of her race
There were no headlines, Dr. King
No one questioned her decision
No one felt that she had done
'the wrong thing' ~
No one except me and you
Rest in peace, Dr. King
along with your dream
( Through ChatGPT Discussions )
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My Dear People of Earth;
The United States has been given the power to destroy the world. That is a terrible power, god-like in scale but god-less when abused.
We acknowledge therefore, that with this power comes a greater obligation to serve, not to dominate; to heal rather than wound.
As a nation rooted in a tradition that teaches 'Love for ones neighbors', we now commit that power; not to war, but to the flourishing of life.
We will begin funding the means for every human being on earth to access clean water, food, medicine, education, and dignity.
We will support systems of governance that center life, truth, justice, and beauty. We will no longer impose ideology but walk beside those who dream of A More Humane World.
We will help establish a secure global exchange system that is transparent, ethical, and accountable to make this possible.
We will convert the machinery of death into gardens, schools, and sanctuaries.
We will do so not because we are perfect, but because we repent of power without conscience and now turn our hearts toward A New Eden Realized.
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Sands of time runneth out
stout whistleblowers must apply clout
to affect the commander in chief forced...
send him back his favorite mantra,
that churlish, childish and cheapish tricky lout
arrogant, defiant, haughty... without doubt
exceeded probation apprenticed, I shout
out, his poor performance absolute zero
as presidential material about
effective electing trout
as huff fish hint leader of America
rather less so - hook, line and sinker
"FAKE" laurels he cannot hard dilly tout
running democracy regarding
United States of America aground,
while out dough faced mouth blowout
vitriolic vile, noxious, crude... invectives
his anger doth spout
frothily fuming, lividly
lashing, rabidly raging...
trademark MAGA flout
sulking with juvenile pout
vamoose with him
and ilk poisoning
Lady Liberty's body with gout
cantankerous malignant cancerous canker
breeding, bleeding, besotting devout
dereliction evincing hangdog look
barking, growling, snapping... snout
fondling, groping, harassing...,
analogous to pedophile scout
wily, vehemently, unseemly, sacrilegious
behaviour in apropos devout
floundering, grounding, hijacking...,
ship of state into sauerkraut
agent provocateur on warpath
doomsday clock inching closer
to armageddon drought
will prevail across Earth
global thermonuclear fallout.
I've got this awesome idea
To write the greatest of poems
It'll start out nice and easy
Then with a BANG make some noise
It will be widely read
In every coffeehouse in town
Soon to catch on like a wildfire
Then #1 with a bullet nation bound
Writing so amazing
It'll astound everyone
Why it might even get hired killers
To turn in their guns
It'll make the strong want to weep
And the weak to stand strong
There will be waves of applause
This poem will have it all going on
They'll beg me to let them use it
In a Presidential speech
Afterwards they'll fly it straight to the conflict
Where it'll bring peace to the Middle East
Finally coming to rest at the Smithsonian
Taking up it's rightful place
They may have to move that old Shuttle
To give my poem plenty of space
But before any of this can happen
Before it rings true, buckaroo
I suppose I should think up something special
And jot down a line, maybe two...
if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker
to save your ass
brace yourself as this don holed
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation
like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass
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a synonym force head fabricator -
will threaten democracy, thus be afraid
as this pompous voice quotes
from hiz playbook, which = a charade
the hard core truths, he
(who i liken to the plague) doth evade
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and dreams up fault of Barack Obama
for extinction of dinosaurs,
crucifixion of Jesus Christ
down fall of the Roman Empire,
or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade
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yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender
evinces a psyche that did brexit n got frayed
building and monopolizing castles in the sky -
nonexistent as a grade
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school fib - or donning role
as play ground bully teaming with ivan
the terrible to dominate the greensward
in the above fiction, but...man
that loose canon dressing his
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"make america great again" gag line - whar i ran
and mid eastern countries will rise
as one cheering him as star of global hit parade
despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium
birth er ring a conflagration
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kenya believe the world acquiesces
to thine projected masquerade
blocking im grate shunning crowds -
which number of people rival in size
taller (if stack one atop thee other)
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than the trump tower casino or high rise
with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided
by drug lords, the swedish house mafia
or terrorist ties???
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whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade
sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts
from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark
swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.
Form:
In the twilight hours, a sense of eerie panic drapes the land,
A silent fear, like a shadow of a forgotten truth,
Uncertainty whispers through the crumbling walls of once-reliable faiths,
Institutions that stood like ancient oaks, now hollow, fragile, trembling.
There is a Presidential Election, marked on the calendar,
Yet, the air is thick with a void, a chasm where a leader should stand.
No President, only a chorus of echoes,
Promises that dissolve into mist, leaving the soul adrift.
I felt free and chained in the same breath,
An oxymoron of existence, a paradox of hope and despair,
Like the cusp of an election, when the stage is set,
And all the crooks parade in borrowed honor, their smiles a mask of deceit.
You are beseeched to vote for the right man,
But who among the thieves wears the least tarnished cloak?
Freedom, a gilded cage, its bars forged from the illusion of choice,
Chains that shimmer with the false glitter of democracy.
In the labyrinth of my mind, thoughts flow like a river of molten gold,
Words melt into metaphors, emotions entwine with reason,
A narrative of consciousness, where every verse is a mirror,
Reflecting the melancholy of a world on the brink of change.
I walk through the echoes of broken promises,
Through the fog of lost certainties, seeking a lighthouse in the storm,
A beacon of truth in a sea of lies,
Yet, the horizon remains a blur, the future a shadow of doubt.
The vote is cast, a pebble in the ocean,
Ripples spreading through the turbulent waters of fate,
And I stand, free and chained, in the twilight of hope and despair,
Waiting for the dawn, for the first light to pierce the veil of night.
Who are you voting for?
What do you mean?
In the next election?
Which one?
The presidential election.
I don’t know.
You are not voting for her are you?
I don’t know.
Tell me you are not voting for her.
I am secretly thrilled there is a her.
I feel the men have done more than enough, so I always vote for a her if I can.
Ambidextrous names on a ballet annoy me; there should be an M or an F next to it.
I can see this would not bode well for me to share so I do not.
The other person in the room is laughing now, realizing I am not sharing.
My interrogator turns towards the only him in the room, my husband.
Who are you voting for?
I do not have to tell you he says bravely.
Yes you do.
No I don’t.
But she keeps it up,
And so he folds.
Which is why
No one tells
Him a
Secret.
A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers
and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity.
The birth place to the Toilet theme amusement park
and a camp of makeup obsessed men.
The fourteenth day of every month is set aside in romance’s banquet
except that of the fourth month when mourning becomes love’s pirate.
February is for young men, march, three times for the ladies.
Prides in the globally acknowledged Boryeona Mud Festival
and gives socialization a new countenance in the “hoesik” event,
while new standards in robotic technology is climaxed
as prison guards, patrols, anti-jelly fish squad and teachers
actively exist through exciting artificial intelligence.
A humiliating public ritual in a form of crime reenactment,
personality stereotypes emanating from the different blood groups,
a nationwide superstitious repugnance to the red ink;
very cultured to even create a backlash
on Bill Gates’ presidential handshake;
typify a people coming a long way from a turbulent past.
A territory of very bright and brainy students;
the god of the LG, Hyundai and Samsung among others;
and to the largest church in size and congregants in the world.
It is the well preserved garden where plastic surgery strives
all to show an amazing growth once heavily stunted,
suffering a suppression entertained by the comfort ladies;
somehow causing a perspective towards the rising sun
to be similar to the swastika’s view by the Jews.
Despite the Japanese colonization, soviet meddling and North Korean threats,
it’s still showing mental strength to be the world’s 12th largest trading Nation.
Next freedom coordinate, proximity build 1
My length of walk?
From origin as work
Defines energy in momentum
Obstruction is capable mathematics from here
On in to the document
As sun crests new yorks harbor
In California I awaken to writing, publishing
Shower of body is not reachable
Nor the causeway of commerce
Food procurement
The framers cannot be gained by days end
Patterning a fold....this is that budget measure
Finish map with lifeline tent
Proximity build 1
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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Cannot assert pre fraud rights to persons
collected from fraud rulings
As will allowed resignation letters and speech
I retain my liberties
Exchange of documents in error
Creates bribery and non resolvable conflict
In exchange of rights.
New transitional living document for intake
Cannot be drawn from singular unit budget measure
No access authorization will be drawn from operator error
[email protected]
Having signed the law pre fraud
I will re draft my document myself
Published
I was given the Shangri la template lease
for two years pre fraud
Addition of coordinate to point(s)
Coordinator points
Mobile mailbox assignment
Postage is in fraud trail review of co conspirators
Not my publishing
One coordinate jam in thousand oaks, no tranquility
Operating wifi device currently
One homekey building down here
One worse in Ventura
Oxnard mid build
Caught legislating?
Complaint has been made concerning money given to fix homeless
Undisclosed amount
Amount may be written off against non profit forms
Never and always a resolute alternative to a fold
Bothersome appointee
Maintains ahead of the generals adjourning?
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this literary effort delivered atchew
to reed constitutes hazmat tocks sin
within White House blew
per, viz thee president be
getting a Hollywood love story
with "Stormy Williams" despite brew
haha murmur, now dapper Don in deep doo doo
thus, this garrulous married pro LIX prone papa flew
off (like a bat out of hell)
to his Macbook Pro laptop presenting myself
implicating Trump as po' faux guise Mister McGoo
affiliated, confused, and explained
being on par with Winnie the Pooh
especially stuck right tub bear arms in grr...
Rabbit's House, now he doth stew
nsync, nonetheless this path a logical
rhyme stir on the straight and true
composeing grist sill for ye to view
now, nar hating, hit ting
private links provide attention turned toward
two thousand twenty presidential election campaign
no Iron nee, anno putter opportunity,
how he diplomatically strived, and nearly scored
to boast asthma, overt braggart, stalwart
asper ideal consistency of cement poured
affiliation, aggregation, and attestation moored
prevails ma (Jack booted - magical) lord
rolling back to Timbuktu progressive liberal
Democratic initiatives star Apprentice
sans ("NO LIES") being linkedin, he almost ignored
with voluble chattering class hud hoard
hobnobbing (with the likes of Missus Muir's ghost,
who resort to Matthew Scott's turf brand),
reconstituted, recycled, and repurposed, gourd
nonetheless Trumping protocol necessitates me bing bored
predictable feigned "FAKE" non accord.