Long Presidents day Poems
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Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Thanks for the hack
Put me in front and Hillary back
I owe you my amazing win
For you I’ll do anything
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
you pull my strings
For you I can do so many things
You have something on me, yes its true
Lets keep it a secret between me and you
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Be my best friend
Bffs to the bitter end
I won bigly with you, so all my thanks
Now teach me how to roll the tanks
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
So strong and powerful, you’re my kind of guy
Your enemies all seem to mysteriously die
You and I don’t have to fight
We both know that might makes right
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Teach me how you silence opposition
so I can do it from my White House position
crybaby losers, my boot on their head
I’ll mock them by twitter as I crush them dead
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
how many journalists did you kill
that would give me such a thrill
Send bannon out as my murderous attendant
Bury them all with their first amendment
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
come real close
but don’t poison me with a lethal dose
like that guy from the KGB
You put plutonium in his tea
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
so-called judges might tell me no
then checks and balances got to go
Congress might stop me with laws they pass
They’ll burn like the Reichstag, to a heap of ash
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
We’re like-minded brothers
Leading a world of like-minded others
We’re leaders in the global fight
with our global army that fight for the white
People look naturally for news
an inner desire to know all
so much time spent on this
you think nothing mattered at all
Why Oh why is this so real?
living and seeking for more
fills the mind as much as you can
the need is to find an open door
Look at life see all you see
so much to take in to learn anew
learn from communication to one
having insight to be always true
Mr. Jefferson, a statesman indeed
spoke negatively about people who read
the news that holds them so firm
becomes their idol by daily seed
Thomas J. wisely confirmed in truth
better never to take a glance to look
rather be disciplined in your mind
pin your eyes to learn from one good book
(Quote:
" The man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them."
- Thomas Jefferson (1743-1846) 3rd US President.)
~President's Day~
(Rhyming couplet)
Today in the USA we honor two great men
They both did wonderful deeds for our country, Amen.
George Washington, is our founder father,
Lincoln abolished slavery among brother.
These two great men had very good intentions,
They gave their all and meant to relieve tensions.
They both believed in their hearts what was best,
And fought for what was right and passed their test.
In my heart I do really admire these two great men,
They believed in something and acted on that back then.
History praises and sees them as heroes today,
They were great men, and get my respect in every way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
February.15.2016
Transformation-propelled was he as president
proactively working out his earnest intent
pursuing national goals along progress test...
such is FVR --- Fidel Valdez Ramos at his best.
Elected as the 12th Philippine head of state
1992 began his Malacañang date
bringing with him stalwart great military feat
with God’s* stamp of approval midst voters’ heartbeat.
Noted with his branded effective leadership
FVR hurdled tough trainings for country’s headship
blended by each varied academic rigor
with his U.S. West Point education vigor.
As former Armed Forces’ Chief of Staff, he led well
and National Defense Secretary as well
crushing coup attempts against reigning government
toward democracy and freedom enjoyment.
Economic boom marked his administration
along major industries’ deregulation
midst notable political stability
and peaceful negotiations for security.
During his six years in office, he was admired
since good governance he worked out for as desired
he purged national police force from corruption
and made efficient system of tax-collection.
With his sterling character of global stature
he remains an advocate with helpful gesture
advancing policies for family welfare
advocating practice of sharing with care.
*Romans 13:1 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.
February 12, 2021
1st place, "YOUR FAVORITE PRESIDENT (President's Day Project)" Premier Contest; Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 2/21/2021.
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
I
I the great leader of Africa,
A true revolutionary of the pan African struggle
The acquitter ’s blood I enjoy, in the tears and sweat
Of the peasantry, I stroke and baptize all descendants
I the great dance of poverty rhymes, mambo in the melodies
Of the howls, mourning and weeping of the ancient and infantry
I the prodigious leader of liberation skirmish
Who can sojourn me? Who can rheostat me?
I for one the predecessor of soil they are sons to
Neither death nor era stances my way
I am greater than the commonalities. My voice,
Is a sword that incisions with both ends
Remind me my accountabilities and see the morning sun
I slay in any angle age nor gender despise you are mine on not
I am Malta all my age mates are departed, bereavement
Took them to their ancestors as I animate to demonstrate my supremacy
In the heights of Nyanga flora and fauna trembles the echoes of my voice
My word is the judiciary I am the law the rule is me.
I the forebear of peoples, leader of a race
As black as my skin is my heart
Only bullets can confiscate my Crown
Ballots reinforces I myself and radicalize thy
I enjoy their pitiful demonstrations peace rains on me I their reigns
Their pursuit for freedom springs me hopefulness in my livelihood
Their pursuit for justice decorate the shields an medals of my great success
Where ever they are, my ancestors are gratified, my comrades are awe-struck
This is what they suffered for in the thick forests of our land,
Oppression, poverty and suffering and injustice, a fight amongst us
I a revolutionary who enjoys dressing every newborn in
Jewelry, jewelry of chains in hands and leg irons
To the rich paint them gold, my patriots and commissars
I get them aluminum chains.
This is my story I the great leader of liberation revolutionary
A devoted pan Africanist and a leader of race
Miss your dread I be defeated my legacy, stay forever frightened
Will the president be in truce?
Shahid Qadri
No. Not the chair, table , the sofa set , the shelves, these do not belong to me
The tree, pond, flowing water only these
Hair, chin, curvature, knees, these are not mine
The yarning of the lover duo, sketched through the manifested silhouettes , gradually
Will the president be in truce of my propositions?
With the graceful poem, the subject , with a poetic hue, will this be an influence on its own
To have a motive, toward the end?
Neither the march past, the cannon ball, nor the military intervention
Only the flower beds
The prime minister, cabinet minister, international helping committee
Only the vowels to rhyme - with or without, belong to mine.
Captain Robert Carnage sailed away on a leaking
ship called the Chesapeake Bay
A tattered crew sailed at his side,
a fickle crew on a dead man’s ride.
Ragged sails pussed a seafaring wreck
cracking and creaking on a reeling deck
sailing out on a sea of shame;
The Pirate Captain, he’s the blame.
A wicked captain with a wicked heart,
made um walk the plank to play their part.
To curse his deads gave him the dreads,
those that did would wake up dead.
He sent many a sailor down to the deep,
straight to the bottom from a storm tossed heap.
Then came the day when the tide would turn
and crew of bony sailors with a fish to burn,
sent a wicked hearted captain over in the drink,
Straight to the bottom from a stormed tossed heap
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
I would like to announce my candidacy,
and I would appreciate it if you would all vote for me.
I want to be Your President. Vote For ME.
If I were your president, do you know what I would do?
Protect each and every single one of you.
Vote For Me. Vote For Me.
I would not only share with all of you,
the very scary, very real truth,
about how a New World Order wants to enslave all of you.
I will not only protect all of you day and night,
I will go after those global bankers with all of my might,
For All Of You I Will Relentlessly Fight. Vote For Me.
All who have served under them, committing their crimes
against humanity and treason I will all hunt down in time.
I will hunt them all down and prosecute every single one of them.
Vote For Me. Make Me Your President.
I Promise All Of You I Will Bring Back Our Once Very Great Land.
or die trying should my life end by the hand of an assassin.
Vote For Me. Vote For Me.
I Want To Serve All Of You As Your President. Vote For Me.
If you aren't familiar with the original song for this parody,
the YouTube Web Address Below Will Bring You To It Directly.
Joe Walsh- Vote For Me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iz77XHvlYEs