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US President Donald Trump delivers!
Disappearing people,
people aren’t illegal
The inefficiency of DOGE
Nothing makes sense, it’s all a mirage
Ignoring the Supreme Court,
immigrant prisoner’s fees come up short
Drastic aid cuts kill people overseas,
bringing back rare disease
I’m not bashing the Trump agenda
Sipping a five-dollar coffee and Splenda
It’s inflation, and his
insatiable appetite for tariffs in other nations
Got his gimmick and applause
Worldwide leaders upset because
outrageously tariffed
Worse than even liberals predicted!
Firing government workers,
ridding twitter twerkers
Best say 2020 election was rigged,
and that other candidate cheated
Silicon Valley beware,
AI undermining gives a scare
Pardon the bad guys,
lock up innocent lives
Tariff-related market collapse,
Gerrymandering make new maps
Farmers forced to overregulate
Under lableing’s blind fate
Suing the media,
can’t fact check on Wikipedia
Bye bye D.O.D
end of US Army?
Rename it, department of war,
forget defense, think of horror
I mean, I could just keep going
Let’s see what is missing?
Government workers fired
Lack of qualified candidates hired
Take his family and RFK JR radical,
gets checks from pharmaceutical
Braking the law shooting-up everyday,
what would the dead Kennedy's say?
What isn’t missing is Trump in the White House
and his trophy wife spouse
And so instead of unabashedly bawling my eyes out
I’ll do what it takes to mellow doubt
That’s only half of it,
Melania spoke out, I’m now in a bad state of regret
Give me a drag—I need cigarette!
A Rhyme on a Free Verse Poet
Her poetry has brevity and also clarity.
I really like her free verse done that way.
Like miniature free verse too are her haiku.
Often so amazing are they!
From “Kisses” to “Wishes” to “One Serene Morning;”
From “New Year” to “Afternoon Fun,”
The poems of this poet from Canada flow. . .
May Line’s work here never be done!
A Limerick for a Humorist
A fun gal from the Isle of Man
writes “naughty” whenever she can.
For her limerick fame
I should like to rename
her small country the Isle of Jan!
Me
I
write in
many forms -
from classic to
newer invented
one like this: etheree.
Preferring rhythm and rhymes,
I don’t write free verse as often.
But I’ll try my hand at anything
at least once! I’d call my style eclectic.
Jan. 14, 2020 for Line Gauthier's You've Got Style contest
Well cross my eyes and call me Lucy
Met a young lady on the Soup
She turns my crank, gets my motor a-racing
For poetry I don't give a poop
We should rename it “Meet A Sweetie”
More appropriate don't ya think
This real cutie's on my mind the whole day
From her cup of nectar I drink
Age doesn't matter when it's a fantasy affair
Thirty years don't mean a thing
As long as our cravings are satisfied each day
The world continues to sing
Met a real bunch of sweet ladies here
Not enough digits to count 'em
All I can say is my whole life's been enriched
Each of these darlings is a gem
So this is my way of thanking the Soup
Where our creativity is nourished
Making all our lives a lot more worth living
And allowing friendships to flourish
© Jack Ellison 2014
I can say it a million times
Baby, come back to me
I can cry, sing, beg or pray
come back this very day
I could write, recite or testify
my need for you with me
My soul is sick and cannot wit
How to make you to see
Grant me this one wish
while you have the power
That I can have you always
with in the next few hours
Give back to me the gift I had
when I was with you
the absence of my loneliness
the pain of missing you
Your the piece of love that
I would dare to claim
The only thing in this world
I would dare to rename
But now I miss you terribly
and beg for one more chance
I would gladly pay your ransom
If I could only have my Honey back
Form:
Well cross my eyes and call me Lucy
Met the sweetest lady of the group
She turns my crank, gets my motor a-racing
For poetry I don't give a poop
Should rename the site “Meet A Sweetie”
More appropriate don't ya think
This real cutie's on my mind the whole day
From her cup of nectar I drink
Age doesn't matter when it's a fantasy affair
Thirty years don't mean a thing
As long as our cravings are satisfied each day
The world continues to sing
Met a great big bunch of sweet ladies here
Not enough digits to count 'em
All I can say is my whole life's enriched
Each of these darlings is a gem
So this is my way of thanking youse guys
Where our creativity is nourished
Making all our lives a lot more worth living
Allowing friendships to flourish
Sebastian said Dim Whitty,
So as to make this funny
I asked the coach and said
"Honey...Who's on First?"
Coach said eYes!
And I got that part. Write.
Costello asked for the bat
Said he loved the game so
Coach gave him That.
Confused as can be, he swung
it round almost hitting me!
But missed he did when he
hit his own head and said...
that he still couldn't see.
Man wears a bowlers cap.
Indeed.
Who drops the ball so the
runner goes two seconds and
then to thirds. I don't know,
that's just what I heard as
I skirted around to base 3.
“Run Forrest, Today is
catching me!” I heard the
ball cry as it flew on by, hit
by the Bat to be Cause!
I Don't Care said I Don't Know
and so, the game was ended.
Short Stop got an attitude.
..... but I like the game .....
I said to Coach, rename them
in the field. I'll take that bat
and his hard felt hat and we'll
see what a girl can yield.
Who's on first
sWhich two seconds and
What is replaced on 3?
Lefty's out in a field and Why?
Be Cause, the center is Hers
I said, How, Tomorrow can't
throw and Today knows nothing,
it's beyond my comprehension.
New Batter is up and Again I
mention... It's Time Two play.
With. A Team called Woman.
Form:
By Izunna Okafor
Oh ye the sun
Why have you been stubborn like son
Consistent in gazing at ground
Endlessly waxing around the town
The ground is as though as husk
But you never consider the gross of dust.
Why have you always unleashed your anger
Treating your people as though we are stranger
Have you forgotten your mandate to the man on earth
To the extent of being a straw to uproar his thirst
Oh the sun when will you dismount from us
Thy wicked eyes of drought and blocks
Thy hotness of thy eye is severe to man
And the warmness of thy time has defied the land
You cool a hand with liquor
But beat a man to stupor
Your good works are never rejected
But your hook ones are ever dejected
You dread not the men
And you fear not the rain
Punching out the rays to the cloud
And mulching out the blaze to the crowd
A pregnant woman you spare not
Not even a new baby you spare wrath.
You make a giant a lazy man
And rename a Goliath a baby man
Oh the sun when shall ye retreat
And remove thy bricks along the street
The calves of men are now like blades
Crushing the earth as ruin abrades.
Our body is now at stake
Just as our colour is now mistake
Your dryness is never to quench the quake
But to bring the earth to thirst and quake
Oh thy sun I beseech thee to leave the earth alone
Your mandate to man is to bring the earth to growth
And not to bring the earth a groan.
Thus we appeal thee the sun
Dismount thy host from men and go.
About The Poet:
Izunna Okafor is an award-wining creative Young Nigerian Novelist, Poet, Essayist, Journalist, Editor, Translator, Publicist, Igbo Language Activist and an Administrator who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South L.G.A of Anambra State Nigeria. He writes in English and Igbo languages, and has published enormously in both, nationally and internationally. Izunna has received over 25 awards, and has over 800 articles published online.
Nothing is sexier, to me,
than the sharpest end
of self-understanding
Your quiet control,
excruciating stare,
command of movement,
voice,
self-direction,
and true intention
You are
where the stage ends
and life begins
Everything else is chaos
The maddening gnats,
the people too,
who never learn direction
or anchored purpose
You make me believe
in possibility!
That I were Clarice!
Your eyes waiting for me,
breaking me down
to the seed of existence!
Hold the muscle of my heart
in your hand
and rename love
“Would you ever say to me stop?”
You say Trim Shady come out and play
but Shady aint around no not today
that alter ego went away away to stay
I'm crazy maybe taking on a lady
but here now so hip hip lets slay.
Now Brenda remember
you're just a tender member of the opposite gender
a ghetto gangsta pretender
that I can slam and mash and rename Blenda
and then drink to remain Trim and slender
you'd think I'd stop the slander but
you created a demand for banter
and I'm a year round Santa
present with presents that when I present
generate laughter like America
flying your Tard Spangled Banner with your hand on your heart
your anthem is British and your flag looks like childrens art.
And though we're a pond apart
you will only ever be as lethal as a leaf in free fall
leaving a tree that is leaning deceased and peaceful.
There's a horrendous fungal flap with a flammable feaces in all your pieces
it never ceases while my skill only increases
you smell like cheeses off one of Jesus's pizzas
a pizza that's old, Jesus does that have to be told
you asked and I came and beat ya burned and lol'd at ya,
you wanted to play, well hip hip hooray, I played today!
Next Memorial Day
Let's remember all those deceased
Their blood on the hands of those
Who sold us 'Defund the Police'
We'll rename July Fourth
'USA Dependence Day'
Let the il-Liberty Bell toll
We're all on drugs and the dole
The first Monday in September
Is still called Labor Day
But who needs to work now
Uncle Sam pays us more to play
How 'bout old Columbus Day
States now renaming it
'Indigenous Peoples Day' --
Why not Illegal Aliens Day
And let's not forget Halloween
When scary grownups primp and preen
Trying to fit in costumes to display parts of them
-- Better left unseen
Of course, last but not least:
Election Day's now a national holiday
How's that different for postal remployees
Who never show up anyway