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Here are questions that I would be asking Trump.
have many crosses to burn
why never will take your turn
before start did adjorn
poor things have proposed
why are you being exposed
lying we supposed
with supporters mingles
and why do you have shingles
while dry skin tingles
only lies have sought
why forget to take your shot
beneath collar be hot
burn things to stubble
why do you cause much trouble
face on balloon bubble
have called heart a spade
why are you always afraid
not keep proms made
made bad selection
why start an insurection
need much protection
hearing you am bored
why never pray to the Lord
false teeth you have stored
stolen each mitten
why records have you hidden
which are forbidden
supporters ignore
why do plat golf so poor
steal from local store
questions Trump will ask
why never complete a task
fat body in sun basque
why would you hire
someone you what to fire
and do desire
on head has orange hair
why will you mask never wear
made from underware
questions will ask Trump
why have you been such a grump
on back have big hump
several lies say
why do you mess up my day
for crimes never pay
Trump is surely dumb
while having been a beach bum
with bag full of scum
some say Trump while screech
so why should him we impeach
always lowdown leach
Trump seems full of glum
with you why is only doom
your rot in each room
raises much static
why make things problematic
being drug addict
if you want to more add
when I read them will be glad
news Trump has been bad
Trump has blowing his stack
why would you
want to come back
while making wise crack
Trump has lost his wits
why would you have called it quits
should be blown to bits
If you did not laugh
should take another warm bath
Be burned with much wreath
Trump started screaming
Why no features redeeming
Bright orange hair beaming
never passed a test
why her body did you molest
we were not impressed
Trump likes to linger
Why are you a bad singer
Flipped up his finger
Trump let bed bugs bite
why temptation do you fight
run away in freight
Trump motto he made
why on market do you trade
when of sense not a blade
born without a brain
why did Trump become insane
always will remain
His lies plentiful
Trump why is posture pitiful
and brain miiscule
Should Be Done
If you want to have much fun
Here is what should be done
If you data used is empirical
Write some sounding satirical.
So much for my rhyming. Now
for my formidable blank verse
format.
What should Democratic party do.
They should start having a daily
presentation of negative Trump
ads every day of his existence
while he is in the White House.
Show the Gold Star Family,
handicapped person made fun of
and women grabbed by crotch
as examples of what I mean.
Trump doesn't mind tweeting
out negative comments about
anyone else. He needs to start
receiving some of his own medicine.
What you give out is what you
are supposed to receive back.
If you criticize, condemn and
complain, you should receive
the very same thing in return.
His favorability rating for being
President is at an all time low.
He deserves it and has done
exactly everything to earn it.
As usual, America will have to
suffer from all of his stupidity.
He thinks that all he has to do
is waving his magic wand and
every thing will fit in place in
his staff and support system.
Was it Martin Luther King who
said only fools dream on not
taking any action. Trump is
truly a man of action riling
up everyone.
God is supposed to be saving
the Queen and our new President.
Sure hope we can trust Him to save
the rest of America as well. Some
may be saving for a rainy day but
what about the good ones we all
prefer to have? They may have
disappeared with Trump and are
beyond all recognition. We sure
do hope not How about you?
Can you no longer find any of
them either. Search to your
heart's content> You have
Trump supporters to thank for
putting him to office. Don't
blame me for the pit we are
about to fall into. I would
not have hired a medic to
do my open heart surgery.
That is what you did when
you elected Trump. In America,
we have the freedom to express
our own opinions regardless of
what criticism we may receive.
As far as I am concerned, the
same thing also applies to
Poetry Soup. We have a lot
of great poets who currently
exist within Poetry Soup. My
last thing I have to say and
write is, "God Bless You'll."
Sorry my Southern accent
got in the way.
James Serious Mysterious and
also Thesarious Hilarious Horn
as applicable depending on the
occasion I am writing poem about.
Basketball Blues
Here I am trying to string some coherent thoughts into a prose in writing…
When there is this sudden continuous thumping noise behind where I am seating…
Oh no! That can only mean one thing, my little girl is into her basketball dribbling...
In this limited space of the living room, her boundless energy needs venting…
Ever since the local junior basketball competition has started, I wish we live on the moon…
When the whim strikes, it’s Michael Jordan incessant dribbling about in the living room…
Only the emptiness of space around the moon can silence the sounds of these staccato booms…
NASA or whatever relevant space agency, book me quickly, if possible, beam me to the moon..
Yeah, I know better, our cajolings and pleas for quiet in this living room is a waste of saliva…
This feminine version of Michael Jordan in my living room is in one of her breakaways runs afire…
Look out! Control that ball, you almost bump poor Nemo in his cute fish bowl off that table…
Where’s your mother, what do I have to do to get a little peace in this time of the day altogether…
Little girl, if you don’t mind, I’m trying to finish this little poem of mine to post on-line…
I have my readers and fans, they’re just like yours, hoping to see the best I can offer each time…
Yeah I know, your fans and supporters, they are cheering you on too, I see the picture…
But little angel of mine, please put away that blasted ball , how about something else to consider …
Let me finish up this shortened prose, post it up online and then I will bother you no longer…
After that, it would be better that I quickly retire to the master bedroom, silence there is pre ordered…
Tell me again, when is your last game, for all this thumping through the week is giving me heartburns…
Do you have to bounce that ball indoors, that noisy din will one fine day bring on angry neighbours…
Better you do something not so noisy, say, clean Nemo’s tank - it looks rather dirty to me….
What? You’ve clean it twice already in this week, are you very sure of that? How about money?..
Would you like to have some change and maybe you can grab a soda outside, it is one fine weather..
Fervently I dare hope, my little Michael Jordan, do go and pick up your many dolls, where’s Barbie..?
What do you do when you have an audience
with a man intoxicated by power and control?
What do you say to a man
who has no heart nor a soul?
What do you tell the man
who continues to oppress?
How do you articulate
when delivering your address?
Do you have the courage to stand up
and boldly speak out loud?
Or maybe you need some supporters
and a favorable crowd
Do you cry out about the
Brokenness and all the pain?
Or do you just shuck and jive
And act all lame?
God hears our cries
and God sees our plight
God understands that
we need His guiding light
First, just remember it was God
who sent you on this mission
And you need God's approval
and God's permission
For to be bolstered by the power of
the Heavenly Throne
Is to know that God's stamp on your passport
will surely set the tone
To be sent is to be dispatched
to be ordained in place
As an invite is a gesture
for someone who's desperate to embrace
As God's truth has to be sent
to address evil power
And an invite is for weaklings
to come at a requested hour
As the only expectation
for one who's been dispatched by the Lord
Is to stand strong in the face of evil
armed with the Spirit of the Sword
Two, never forget whom you're there
to represent
To never forget the people
nor the precedence
Now don't get it twisted
you need to understand
That its not about you
but about God's plans
And don't think that the reason
why you're at the table
Its not to become a celebrity
thus making you unable
To accomplish the task for
which you've chosen to do
For its all about the message
and not about you
So don't come walking in acting like
you're attending a gala or a ball
Its a confrontation where you might have to
flip over some tables and smash some stalls
For its not required that you be nice
As you didn't come by an invite
Now transformed in the presence of God
when He sent you on this mission
Now fortified by the Holy Spirit
in order to fulfill this commission
Now to speak truth to power
talking with the heart of God
To call evil what it is
and that's how you should start
So when you have an audience
with a pharaoh you need to comprehend
That you're meeting with oppression personified
towards all men
One day an evil man came to them in sheep’s clothing,
To lead them into his evil ways he was hoping.
So treacherous and evil was this ravenous wolf,
Feeding off of their ignorance while he played golf.
So fine he was in the art of deception,
So ignorant were they with their perception.
This wolf led them towards hate, anger, racism, and national division,
They broadcasted his evil ways with women, immigrants, lgbtq+, and other minorities on live television,
Oh and let’s not forget about the polar bears,
The many ways in which he tried to destroy homes that were theirs.
And the plethora of parents who were split from their children,
Locked up in cages where he tried to keep them hidden.
And we will always remember the names of the black lives lost,
The way he cared more about the protests and every building’s cost,
Than how the cops shattered their whole lives,
Just several more names for their archives.
It was for the way their skin was,
That they needed no other cause.
To ruthlessly finish them off
While the cops idly sat by on their pipes for a good cough.
A darker tone of skin color they had,
Skin so beautiful that the wolf’s supporters simply saw as bad.
They prayed like cowardly fools,
Acting like peace and love were their precious tools.
They say ignorance is bliss
No wonder how in the racist past they liked to reminisce.
The wolf and his blind sheep fueled off of pure evil,
Engaging in horrific activities that were and were not legal.
They claimed the money was moving,
Yet the country as a whole was not improving.
One day when a real and wise leader came about,
This evil wolf betrayed his nation like a lout.
They invaded and destroyed inside the Capitol building,
All eyes on them as their own nation they were betraying.
The good ones knew much better as they’d opened their eyes,
Instead of spouting hate and evil and using religion as a disguise.
The good ones knew this evil wolf’s time had expired
So wrongly this country he had wired.
Very happily the good ones voted him out,
The other real and wise leader had been victorious without a doubt.
This wolf who came to fragile, evil people in sheep’s clothing’
His actions will never never be condoned,
But oh wolf, your own place in Hell you have enthroned.
I have wandered into a human stew of inopportunity, as my marriage/love/parental life have all come to an abrupt closure, noncompliance and final withdrawal from any real meaning. Am I dead yet? Not necessarily, but it seems that entity is not so remotely absent from my thoughts, as it once was given the supposed social tenure of our powers to control our nature, so now it seems "stupid" to even begin to engage a strategy, plan, answer to reclaim that "Lost Horizon" that will put me, us back into a Nirvanal state of eloquent bliss so aptly stated in the substantive, ****, vows we still take when we engage, marry, obligate, consumate, consecrate, and you know the rest. Grandchildren as quickly as possible. Forget the "Happy Couple" and all of their existance desires/wants/needs. Thank u socialization/domestication for ruining the fertile pastures of real love and affection. Feed the economy, we need workers/bosses, CEO's, sell, buy everything, produce, produce and produce. Keep us ever informed with all the trinkets which keep us isloated, unemotional and spur inhumanity to all that terse that tricky transient torment of T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z bytes, or in whatever compuscale u eat, that only serves to further the noncommunication life of our species. I only exist within myself in this space. Are my thoughts my own or just a reflection of what I receive? Do I exist? When I answer, am I being true or is it a stated recording of past sequences that are familiar in a patterened sense of my former being? My salience, remorse, continued presence upon this Earth is at best questionable? Meaningless? For me, the current standards of being have become to contentious; the stupidity, too overwhelming; the ignorance, too unbearable; the incompetence/divisiveness/poor judgement/antiquated/uneducated thinking/acting/feeling, our illustrious president, his supporters, henchmen, cronies, nepotism, DFA and their anything-but-a proactive approach to problem solving for the benefit of us all, leaves me in a lackluster quandry of whether, "To Be Or Not To Be? Believe me baby, that is MY question! My God, and I am not a religious person, but in the fin al analysis, you will reap what you sow!!!!!!!!! And I will laugh. I like "mushrooms" with my atomic grilled steak. No waiting.
the power of Black women walking together as a community
to know that there's nothing we can't accomplish when we move in unity
turnt, turnt, turnt up
now ready to reach new heights
animated, invigorated and stimulated
to walking by faith and not by sight
wearing our denims and pearls
as we traverse the red carpets of life
in shades of red with crowns on our heads for we are queens in the Kingdom of Christ
the power of Black women walking together is a sight to behold
a cohesive solidarity as we endeavor
to achieve our goals
nurturers, supporters and devoted encourages are we
women of God with humble hearts
striving affectionately
just don't discount us and don't miscount us for we are a feminine multitude
on a heavenly altitude, living the Beatitude with a Jesus is my Savior attitude
the power of Black women walking together
as we lift up our communities
champion young black minds,
none of our kids to be left behind
now given every opportunity
We got you say no more
know that you are not alone
for we are praying warriors walking with you. through all of life storms
the power of Black women walking together as one body in Christ
knowing we won't fail, we will prevail
on a massive scale as we promote life
so please take note
as we are damn sure woke
and we vote as often needs be
for we are black women walking in our purpose to defend democracy
we are mothers, aunts, daughters and nieces determined to do our best
collectively working in concert
to whatever cause we need to address
the power of Black women walking together as daughters of the King
knowing in our hearts, we abide by God
and his wisdom we impart in everything
the power of Black women walking together as we advance the Great Commission unceasingly praying, never straying
staying focused on our Christian mission
we won't back up, we won't back down
and in your face we will be
for we are Black women walking together
building powerful communities
just don't get it twisted
and don't get defensive
as we are major demographic factor
because Black women walking together
have more power than a nuclear reactor
we are Black women walking together
I am standing on the Premis of time watching the year as it lingers on, I have a mission to complete and the whole village is rushing to feet; something magnetic is burning inside and I cannot contain the energy that is running through my vein sometimes it is driving me insane, and I am feeling the pain.
Take my diary to me and set up a table by sea, bring me a comfortable chair and fill my glass with natural juice and invite my friend to play the flute and evoke the memory of my youth.
I have some things planted in my gut to unravel and I believe it is the reason for my trouble, time has come and gone and I am still battling with something that is stronger that my will, it is the part of me that I cannot see, but it often come alive when I hang out by the sea with family friends and company.
Oh, mother of the sea, come and minister to my dignity.
Oh, mother of the, sea time is wrestling with me so come and change the tune and walk with me by the sea at noon, I’ve got to go where love abide, for the universe to walk by my side.
The Universe will destroy the curse and build a castle on top of the hill where I can live and the air with its salty smell will expel the demons back to the pit of hell and knock the conquering foe on the floor and chase him straight the door; oh mother of the sea I am waiting patiently for thee so make haste to come and see me.
I woke up this morning in a good frame, but this unfinished business keeps messing with my mind, it keeps pulling me down and at time I feel as if I am on the run, I have got to have something profound to do before the ceiling falls through the roof for there is nothing else to prove,
I wanted to go out with a big bang with my supporters, friends, families and employees singing a familiar song. If I have to go before the time, you have to give me what is rightfully mine and throw a party in each state for the rich, middle class and the poor with lots of food to eat to and celebrations all over the street.
I am standing on the premise of time, and I will get what is rightfully mine, love is my final destiny, and I am happy, but I am not done yet.
Place my diary on the bookshelf.
Pay Held Back By Trump
Government Employees pay held back,
And common sense nary childish crack;
Trump out of line;
His not mine,
While in White House blowing his stack.
Jim Horn
In work environment is so much stress;
Around with them Trump likes to mess;
Work are craving,
While he is shaving;
By his benign supporters us did bless.
Jim Horn
Dislike Trump The Most (Over ten again.)
Many have been bragging and will boast,
And could be happening coast to coast,
A famous,
Ignoramus;
They certainly do dislike Trump the most.
Jim Horn
Resurgence of Insurgents and Its Urgence
Should be sure to stress all of our urgence,
Regarding what has become the resurgence,
Of Terrible Trump,
Who we should dump,
Along with problems created by insurgents.
Jackie Torok enjoys hearing Bach;
Loves seeing Star Track and Spock;
Give her credit;
Likes to edit;;
And she left us in a state of shock.
To many may sure have sounded harsh,
When people all their clothes will warsh;
Water muddy;
Very cruddy,
When they ended up doing it in a marsh.
So all of my poems what will you think?
Love some while others seem to stink;
Lot of nerve,
Trying to conserve;
Missing link having to work out a kink.
You may not be sure which one to pick;
There are those that will make you sick,
Or may concur,
With what we prefer;
Are ones to our mind that seem to stick.
Being that it is all well done,
Will take off and have to run;
Create then,
Vacate;
Enjoy beach with warm sun.
When glow of fire will gain and gain;
Touch and causes you to suffer pain;
After hunted,
Never wanted,
Until it has been put out by the rain.
About Father Frank who just left us
and we sorely miss.
You are so kind giving us peace of mind;
And am sad you had to leave us behind;
Gone forever;
Return never;
Settled us down and helped to unwind.
Of luck slightly had,
Some small little pot of hope,
Lost somewhere unknown.
While we had been kneeling,
Prayed and did start feeling,
What I believed,
And received,
That had to affect my healing.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
easy access and proliferation of firearms,
now begs a serious hard question
presenting daunting task,
quite aware that passionate
stalwart supporters of the NRA,
embrace weaponry likened
to garnering an Aboriginal trophy mask
(particularly in light of violent mass killings)
immediately forces people
of all stripes comprising this nation ask
quite aware of diametrically,
jarringly, and politically
doggedly entrenched fierce position
each polarized stance challenges,
especially when pitted
against die hard proponents
of the Second Amendment,
who would sooner burn to ash,
and/or adopt a siege mentality
glowering akin to red hot metal
regaling opportunity asper Liberal heads to bash,
than relinquish (lock, stock and barrel)
prized, coveted, and cherished cache
amassed collection of firearms
permissible in accordance
with (literal interpretation
of Second Amendment
of the United States Constitution)
to mean no deterrent preclude
(birth right to equip bare arms),
deprivation against amassing a stockpile,
would trigger an immediate saber flash
and instantaneously, another Civil War, would
(with gnash of clenched jaws violently
opposing manumission
to release obedient snap, crackle
pop in je nais sais quois booty), the provocation
rendering revision, sans sacred covenant
would sting whip lash
snuffing out any first and last hope to reconcile
divisive national issue
with cool collected talking heads,
cuz shoot at the hip diplomacy
be loved American style,
that indomitable fighting
esprit de corps tis fire in belly trial
though this skeptical and devout atheist,
would welcome being proved wrong
generating the better angels to render obsolete strong
arm of the law as plucked harps evoke swan song
witnessing unbelievable savoir faire
(forcing me to retract pessimism
and willingly swallow my pride), minus long
time overdue, and negotiation
celebrated with tolling from a gong.