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I don't remember TRUMAN
And very little of ISENHOWER.
I do remember KENNEDY. "Ask not...";
And a lot about JOHNSON. "Great Society".
I remember NIXON. "I'm not a crook".
I remember FORD who pardoned Nixon;
And CARTER who cried his best to make
things right, and also said he wouldn't lie.
I remember REAGAN. "Tear down these walls".
I remember BUSH 1 and the short Iraqi War.
I remember CLINTON and his sex scandal.
I remember BUSH 2, who toppled Sadam.
I remember OBAMA and the capture of Osama
bin Laden. And I remember TRUMP'S first term
And COVID 19. I remember BIDEN and his agenda.
Trump reigns presently, making many changes.
I’d take time to listen to the people’s needs
And try to give them something to bring relief
I’d reach out with kindness, giving and peace
Wisdom that comes from God, who holds my strength
I’d answer our needs and foreign countries cries for help
Preparing hands to help them with things like feeding
The poor, the children, the ones who need so desperately
I’d find a way to stop the human trafficking and drugs
That give our downtrodden people the bondage I deplore
I’d awaken minds to the light that shines from God’s throne
When we take time to reach out to others with mercy
Giving back from hearts who know what it’s like to be dejected
Left with only the hopelessness that comes from failure
I’d find ways to help the ones who need help so desperately
With kindness, wisdom, hope, faith and love that lives
Inside each one who listens to God’s voice giving instruction
I’d listen to my heart when I made the decision to pray
To our Creator, the only One who can change the way
Things have taken over – greed, hatred and bitterness
Finally leaving all the worst in the past, where it can stay
Because together, with God’s light, we can find the sense
To live life with the hope, faith and love He shines deep within
If I Was President Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
February 10, 2021
My generation witnessed riots in the streets, cold wars at home and hot wars abroad, and legalized racism.
Revolutions of family values, the definition of family, and millions of abortions are the new faces of America.
Division in America has reached toxic levels and if left unchecked, we will fall like a once mighty but decaying oak.
On Biblical Principles we were founded, and it is certain that America cannot rebuild nor reinvent itself.
Never in my lifetime have I witnessed such vicious attacks against the leader of our great country.
And that includes the Troubled 60's, Vietnam Era, and Watergate when at least we trusted the constitution.
Let's not forget our history but learn from its lessons, lest we are condemned to repeat its pains and sorrows.
Donald Trump, in my view, is not what's wrong with America but fights for America, and at this time is on the right side of history.
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I was only four when you died
My mama screamed, and then she cried
It was on our tv set, tears fall as I remember yet
My daddy rushed in early from work
And threw his jacket with a jerk
I never saw my daddy cry
I did then, and you were why
I cried for pretty Jaqueline
John Jr, little Caroline
I cried for me, I loved you so
Our President, a young hero
My boy dolls were all then named John
My little part so your name lived on
My favorite doll was named Jackie
Nearly sixty years, she's still with me
You're still loved, and I must say
You're still my top pick J.F.K
I got a problem, it’s with my son.
He seems so different, the odd one.
It’s not unusual with lads his age.
They’re going through so many emotions at that phase.
Nah this is different, he’s acting strange.
It’s like he’s playing a different game. It’s like he’s playing in a different field. It’s like he’s pushing to be someone! It’s like he’s living under a different sun!
Don’t get so worked up, so what he’s not just like anyone!
He’s walking like he’s found a new craze! He’s talking like he has age! He’s dancing and singing songs. It’s makes me uneasy to see this strange wildness in my son!
Look so he’s different, perhaps not what you want to see. He’s different not like you and me! But perhaps he’s just a Mick Jagger and he knows his mind. Perhaps his difference doesn’t matter through his eyes. Perhaps his difference is what makes him strong. It’s only for you to make him feel like he belongs.
Like Mick Jagger! Yeah perhaps that’s true! Perhaps it’s natural that he’s not like me or you! Perhaps he needs to sing his songs. Perhaps I need to ensure that he belongs.
There’s nothing about his songs, there’s nothing about what he wants. There’s nothing here that says he doesn’t love you.
Perhaps you’ve just got to alter your field of view?
Did you hear about the time the Doc was on the clock?
Apparently an actor took a shot
At the President who was enjoying the theater in a special spot
Being popular knowing the right team had won
Waiting for revenge carrying a smoking gun
This stage performer
Made the country stop everything to be mourners
Got his way when the civil war leader was in the corner
Unlike the President who took it in the head
Theatrically this toy fled
Since he was not dead
A farmhouse destination he did run
Looking desperately for a fan to help him after what he had done
And the Doc let him in
To tend to his sin
With a scream and shout
His trained vocals let it out
Biting the bullet once again
Due to anger he could not defend
Today honest Abe sits in a marble cast
Reminding us of our checkered past
Next time when you are sitting in a diner’s booth
Feeling like you want to hit the roof
Remember hitting and running is the way of the game
While scoring a goal brings fame not shame
Playing fair
Makes people care
And they will come back to be there
Nice partners clapping the activity production they both share
A choreographed athletic entertaining love affair
Lincoln Special
Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train
Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the train depot.
After departing Washington, D.C., on April 21, 1865, the black-draped train bearing President Abraham Lincoln’s coffin, spent nearly two weeks winding its way through 180 cities and seven states before reaching the assassinated president’s burial site in his hometown of Springfield, Illinois.
Buck boards and horses with their riders running by dust clouds form, covering everything with dust, I sigh. Making us use our handkerchiefs as we cough and pace beads of perspiration causing tiny streams down my brow and face leaving thin streaks in the brown dust.
A great swell of the blackest charcoal smoke billowing smokestack, whistle blowing steel wheels against the rail cause a braking, screeching, vibrating sound; locomotive coming up the rail into view, like a charging black rhino. A massive moving machine, carrying Abraham Lincoln, a fantastic sight to take in.
Many made the journey to pay their respects.
“Lincoln Special” also served as a publicity boon for George Pullman, who lent the use of his new, luxurious sleeping cars for the comfort of passengers traveling from Chicago to Springfield after Lincoln’s burial, orders took off for Pullman’s sleepers, which featured polished black walnut interiors, chandeliers and marble washstands and made overnight travel much more enticing for passengers.
11/9/2021
Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
Choosing a favorite President is quite an arduous task
Given that most politicians usually wear a spurious mask,
but as a student of History, there was one that I admired;
" the scrappy kid from Kansas."* So many he has inspired.
In his biography there's a plethora of interesting information.
'Ike" was a 5 star general, besides leading this great nation.
A war hero, selected to be America's Commander and Chief.
A man of great integrity, who did not cause his country grief.
In his honor, a Washington Memorial was dedicated.
His bravery in war, and acts as President are celebrated.
After the war, he commanded European NATO forces
and overthrew communism from it's evil courses.
Voted U. S. President in 1952, with the slogan, "I Like Ike,"
Richard Nixon was his running mate; they were nothing alike.
In two terms served, he created a grand legacy for his name.
A President for the people, to him the office was not a game.
There are many valuable quotes that Eisenhower left behind
and I'll end with a few that I feel worthy for us to keep in mind;
none more appropriate than this one, I was happy to find...
"Some day there is going to be a man sitting in my present chair who has not been raised in the military services and who will have little understanding of where slashes in their estimates can be made with little or no damage. If that should happen while we still have the state of tension that now exists in the world, I shudder to think of what could happen in this country."
"The middle of the road is all of the usable surface. The extremes, right and left, are in the gutters."
"Leadership consists of nothing but taking responsibility for everything that goes wrong and giving your subordinates credit for everything that goes well."
"If a political party does not have its foundation in the determination to advance a cause that is right and that is moral, then it is not a political party; it is merely a conspiracy to seize power."
February 11, 2021
Your Favorite President Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins
*Inscribed on the Eisenhower Memorial
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Oozing pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds we let him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail, waiting substitute to end the reign of quack
Lacklustre, insipid and a pervading naivety.
Unvaried captain rocks this boat, gagged by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, miseries the reign of a drab creek king
Kleptocracy adorning imposition,
EBELE
Embezzlers on rampage, holes bequeathed for pillaging.
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched obtuse scamp
Egregious craven shrieked at the sound of war “I am not a lion”.
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess & indecent tongue, devoid of restraint
Audacious domestic appendage ferrying funds
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults.
Adventurous nerve for futile globe -trot.
Twitchy at state's affairs though never elected.
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity.
Euphemistic drama, Scrappy curiosity with comedy.
National dilemma by decorated buffoons.
Crude verbiages to amuse eggheads “my Fellow widows”
Encomium of approval turned sour “Power” the pipe for thieves.
JONATHAN
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking )
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looting Criminals Lords over us
Tyranny cloaked garbs, creek professor without a thesis.
Higgledy-piggledy a travesty called democracy.
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam,
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured, while we die helpless