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My favorite President is yet to be
He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun
First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime
Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled
He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever
He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker
Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected
~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
'Your Favorite President Contest' ~
Shovels Scraping
Standing quiet so as not,
to cause a riot.
Boots are heavy full of grit.
Hair is matted and full of sweat.
Muscles ache,
with move they make
Blister blood,
mixed with mud to forms a horrid crud.
When I signed I must have been blind.
No amount of money could,
make this job funny.
Then a shout from the gaffer,
come on you slackers.
I can‘ t hear those shovels scraping.
With a glance I smoke my tab.
I‘ m sure its not me that’s been had.
Working hard I am done,
a breather has to come.
But it wont be long before,
ill sing my song.
A jug of beer will be in hand,
that I will stand,
with money in my hand.
As for my toils ill get my spoils,
spend it with my friends.
Then a shout from the gaffer,
come on you lazy slackers.
I can‘ t hear those shovels scraping.
The silence, deafening
As the roar of steel
Came crashing down
Passing dimensions
Colors exploding
The day music came
....without sound
Lies,deception, delusion
All led to one conclusion
We are NOT alone
Laborers rewarded
Slackers thwarted
On the day mind
....encountered throne
It's in the knee
Humanity has been taught
That bows and bends
To fearful thought
Yet the heart, stands
Erect, and fully rejects
That LOVE has His elect
Who were bought
...with a price
Muddled, it's muddled
There's supposed to be a line
Where those who go
Are in judgement of those...left behind
...yet we are here
...all here
...The GREAT DAY
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-08-2022
Open Wide The Eye Of The Needle
The eye of the needle is enormously large
It is made for camels to go through
Jesus tells us how easy it is
The very rich, when they grow up, enter
Pay for their passage into heaven
With lots of money invested in gyms
Simply becoming very thin is their solution
Everything fits with a little effort
The wealthy think they can buy anything
Special diets and medicine help them win
Gain favor with God through vast resources
Camels enter the needle first
Followed by the elite and aristocrats
Poor people don’t need heaven since they are fat
God doesn’t need slackers in the after life
Someone has to remain on Earth
To make more babies to serve the real needy
Rich people going through the needle won’t be easy
Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting “Trick-or-Treats.”
And eagerly we’ll each collect
Confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we’ll abandon you
If you even start to lag!
No slackers in OUR party
As we dash from door to door.
Unlit locations far removed
Instinctively we ignore.
Our goal: to get all we can hold
This wickedly winsome night,
This “Hallowed Eve” of children’s dreams
For fancy and delight.
A time that kids’ imaginings
Collectively take flight
In form of costumes of all kinds-
Of whimsy and of fright.
For Dale and I, that’s part of the fun,
But even better yet
Is what we’ve counted the days off FOR-
The bounty we’re going to get!
And through the dark we onward dart.
Watch as we trespass
People’s lawns, but yards with dogs
We cleverly bypass.
And when we need to go back home
To get more paper sacks,
We drop off treats we’ve got so far,
Then quickly double back. . .
Until we’ve covered every block
Of every foreknown spot
That we had ever frequented
And some that we had not!
Then good and late we homeward speed
With just a little dread,
For darkened windows greet us
And most folks have gone to bed.
We throw our candies on the floor,
So much there is to eat!
We count each chewy chocolate bar,
Each popcorn ball and sweet.
We toss out raisins, apples,
Tiny suckers, silly fruit,
Or give them to our siblings
Who received too little loot.
Then off to bed, our day complete,
We dream of how we’ll feast
Each day with glee, while savoring
Our treasury of treats.
For the Halloween Night Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
A is for gasoline and matches
B is for Las Cruces, Lincoln County and Natchez
C is for zebras wearing stripes
D is for frozen broken pipes
E is girls with long eyelashes
F is lightning when it flashes
G is for toy boats that float in rain
H is an old man, without his cane
I is for apricots and spiced yams
J is for white wine, garlic and clams
K is for consciousness and free will
L is predestination, flavored with dill
M is for the back or was it the front
N is a hound that refuses to hunt
O is for lazybones and slackers
P is for catfish and stale crackers
Q is for lion - king of the jungle
R is for antibiotics and antifungal
S is the feeling you get when you're sick
T is for candles burned to the wick
U is for dreams caught in snatches
V if for blue jeans and sewed on patches
W is a fellow who is soft in the head
X says it's time he goes to bed
Y is to ask why he can't spell
Z is to answer he rhymes pretty well
Salem - madame - had them ... sweet
Blackbirds - quack burns - slackers ... treat
Even - live-in' - Stephen ... King
Neighbor - favor - savor ... -ring
Nil clue - few knew - male grew ... Maine
Hairy - bury - scary ... sane
Fanners - manners - than hers ... please
Liner - minor - sign her ... Lees
Turned 'round - looked down - and found ... name
Schuyler - mother - found her ... fame
Missy? - Sissy! - Where's she! ... Cal?
Long drive - survive - take -five ... well!
Today - birthday - No Way! ... Show's!
Outside - had cried - Lynx eyed ... probes
Madame - pardonne - must go ... Ciao
Mister! - Sister? - That's her? ... Wow!
they say:
we are slackers and meek
but we worked over 40 hours a week
they say:
we dont embrace or know how to use technology
but this digital age was formed by our knowledge
they say:
we contributed nothing to todays society
but it was laid by our sweat and creativity
now that:
social media is todays must do lifestyle thing
the gen x founders are its leaders and kings
now that:
ebay and amazon is beyond being a dream
it was gen x'er who made it into daily reality
now that:
into every home a computer now sits
because gen x'ers embraced and used their wits
now that:
everyone uses the world wide web
not embraced by gen x it may lay in cobwebs
do they realise:
gen x has been front and canter of the EV revolution
a need to cut carbon footprint and the air pollution
do they realise:
that the steaming of media content
gen x pioneered this common advent
do they realise:
because of the gen x fraternity
texting is a thing in todays society
do they realise:
they pioneered sharing from uber to airbnb
because gen x had the foresight to see
we now live in this wonderful digital age
because gen x took us out of analogues cage
so many of todays modern trends
you can thank the x'er gens
The backslider stepped into the chapel like an angel,
Outwardly, he is full of piety,
Inwardly, he is only a pity.
True bliss left him, even purity and dignity.
Though he mingled with the Churchyard
And in prayer session, he prays even louder,
So you get inspired and pray too with strong power.
Joyfully some backsliders will rise and shine again,
While others remain in their stain and gross pain.
If i were you oh backslider...
I will stand up and fight the destroyer.
You must strive and maintain your spiritual drive,
What drives you should be the cross,
For in him there is no loss.
Arise backsliders and stop being slackers,
Christ is coming son.
CM Onyilo
(Lightning Ink).
I am not much of a follower,
but today I am following Rabbi Jesus;
he has taken off his sandals,
and I am wearing them for this
borrowed moment.
He said: I Am The Door.
Jesus may be the last human being,
the rest of us following after the fact.
That which was, is, and has yet to be
- all just a shot glass of moonshine.
A vision of a winding file of us all
(both shoeless and shod),
entering that Door;
angelic sheepdogs nipping at our heels.
Maybe I’ll be one of the slackers
at the back of the line?
I won’t mind much,
as long as I see that Door
shutting out this hell of a world
forever.