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The prior POTUS, and current SCOTUS,
Have caused a great deal of debate.
While many wonder of our democracy,
And its survival amidst all sorts of hate.
This has given our congressional body,
Little room to discuss and legislate.
Since they are so far apart on most issues,
Their views can't meet to regulate.
So as these 3 branches of our government,
Appear damaged and needing repair.
A once powerful republic with its voters,
Are in a fight to decide what is fair.
What is most frightening about this conflict,
Is that the majority isn't favored, as in the past.
As those numbers counted present different totals,
And those sums seem to waver as they're cast.
Such damage gives only to division,
A widening chasm for truth to cross.
While candidates throw their sticks & stones
Though a few look more like a crime boss.
Throughout the many years of this nation,
Its greatness was beyond question, until now.
Yet one man's delusion displays its legacy,
That must be defeated, so all can disavow.
Maid of Honor’s Posy
Wearing her fuchsia gala dress
She walked the aisle and went ahead
With fresh posy as thick as cress
Weird fantasy popped in her head-
I’ll be the bride
Man by my side.
As wedding song took its progress
Plans unfurled like unwinding thread
First, to ask him his home address
Then dating path, she hoped to tread-
Get more posies
From crush, Francis.
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Yellow chard stain index finger smears my logic puzzle,
Sour cream cilantro splatter quite the quaint “addition”
juicy brain pump lemon zest solution that I guzzle,
number crunching sea salt a spur to intuition
Roasted sweet potato has me snapping at the grid
toting up those lettuce layer 3 by 3 cells
carrot colour pencil point to “whisk” the sums I did
geometric square outside a salad bowl that gels
With mango stone eraser I can sculpt another route
Imagine all those French bean digits driving me insane
kidney bean ensemble sighs “give that row the boot.”
I sniff balsamic vinegar to make quick fixes plain
Sudoku trail incumbent has fresh basil hint in mind
while churning sumptuous avocado neuron cell alert
feasting off that figure fetish nutrient aligned
“You’ll crack this with some bamboo shoot” an Einstein voice might blurt
Basic rule of algorithm leads to Asian aniseed
Check online for symbolic totals, those grains that raise the stakes
rabbit food as tummy loaded “combo” itching to succeed
but one should pause awhile on computation,
for cayenne flavour breaks
Heuristically I dribble walnut fractions on a page
footnote to some taco leaf conundrum
Interlocking data cuts the mustard as we age
Another beetroot slice and cryptic teaser warding
off the boredom
NB I have an acquired expertise with regard to Sudoku
logic puzzles. But I also like to cook.
The nutrients sustain my Sudoku efforts.
How many times has my name been duplicated
perhaps more at least tripled or quadrupled
I check the on line library
Eleven at least Individual Douglas Gillies
I wonder are they all like me
married to young fillies
My wife then decides
she will look on line too
She discovers same name totals
adds up to twenty two
Add middle name Alexander
now my name's unique
Individuality at last
It's a trait I like to seek
I'm in a park and perched upon a bench
is a man he plays guitar
I wonder does he have the skill
to play an Indian sitar
His hair is long and white
his beard is in a plait
Around his neck there is a harp
I wonder how does this all equate
A tiny tambourine on a foot pedal is attached
in every way it seems that we are matched
Like me he even plays a Beatle song
acoustic there is no microphone
Am I looking in a mirror
or perhaps I am a clone
Footnote Harp an abbreviated name for a harmonica
A belated happy Mother's day
Apologies for a day's delay
And since there's no known cure for celebration
I know you are still under the effects of the occasion
For a mother is a mother on mother's day
And any other day that is anyone's birthday
Which ranges from any day and totals to everyday
And since a day can't host everyday, we appreciate day to day
May the children be blessed that ye may be proud
To make empires out of inheritance and nations out of a crowd
To reign, find favour and be unbowed
To bequeath and to be endowed
Long live the long living of motherhood
From whence the count of life begins for every brood
They have filled the earth till it has become the land of the living
All manner of people in their knowing, proving, doubting and believing
And to the one that set apart the second Sunday of May
Who obviously must have been a man I must say
Blessed be his mother too
And blessed be our mothers too.
K. Muitherero
Numbers are great bearers of truth. They expose and reveal; but do not lie.
For 56 years, the pendulum has swung both ways. Back and forth without delay, for more than 20,000 days.
Both parties' politicians have led an equal number of years Let the numbers report how long they brought joys or tears.
John F. Kennedy Dem Lyndon B. Johnson Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Richard M. Nixon Rep Gerald Ford Rep 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Jimmy Carter Dem 4 Years * * * *
Ronald Reagan Rep George H. W. Bush Rep 12 Years * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bill Clinton Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
George W. Bush Rep 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Barack Obama Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Dem Totals 28 Years
Rep Totals +28 Years
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Note: For the past 56 years, the Democratic and the Republican
Parties have seated 5 presidents each.
Dem and Rep Total Years in Office 56 Years
Donald Trump Rep 0
05162017 PS Contest, Pendulum of Time And Place, Kai Michael Neumann Dem=Democratic; Rep=Republican
Written: March 11, 2025
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Desert dazzling daisy,
Enchanted by the delicate dance of the wind,
swayed gently under the warm sun.
Its vibrant petals caught the light,
creating a mesmerizing display that drew
the attention of passing travelers, the light of dawn,
At dusk, it fades akin to fireworks.
Brilliant blooms of
dandelions, born from
a bounty of love,
are bettor than barren
baubles of diamonds,
which emerge from a heart of stone.
Fantastic flair fills
hearts with fervor,
as fleeting fragments fade
such dewdrops dancing
delicately on dainty petals.
An ethereal essence elevates,
joyfully bouncing in the
the atmosphere as dew emerges.
Roaring rivers of red rage
in a realm buried
beneath darkness,
holding treasures,
tattered threads,
tossed at the threshold,
gently cloaking love,
longing and light.
In a blazing embrace,
spitting at soaring ships,
smoldering swifter,
Togetherness and love soar to the loftiest heights.
mirroring a midget mirth,
As a mantis mercilessly mauls its mate,
Carefree, courageous, captivating,
this scene is filled with frolic and fun,
then they could scream
the fury of forgotten freedom,
fervently flaring.
Leap into the loving arms.
of a waiting parent—
Truly treasured is trust.
There is joy in returning that love
love is not a ledger;
It doesn't tally totals.
But for the parents,
Who do they leap into?
Trusting love will be met.
with festive feasts
and fine wine.
Progenitor of all progenitors,
to whom the past is pinned,
in whose hands the future flourishes,
famed for nurturing the finest—
for joy and wellness,
seeds sown and reaped,
life rekindled,
form of finesse and fortitude.
To heed His harmonious hints,
with serene Sunday pauses,
to ponder and perceive
how one might overlook a signal
and shift into reverse,
to regain the path
and reach a radiant resolution.
A paradise of playful,
peaceful pauses,
and who in truth
can truly doubt,
Gazing at the humbly honored
His everlasting love for us,
His cherished children
for whom He chose to die?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------New Years
Will bring, ring .
Out with the old and into memories hoard, history it goes.
In with the new, unknown, and with it, new adventures.
For us seniors, and others, it is me myself and I
who transition the micro, millisecond between then and now.
We are surrounded by four walls and the tapestries they display.
Images of the spirits of our ancestors, as for me, three generations.
They are accompanied by images of my family, three Daughters,
three Grand Sons, two Grand Daughters and two Great Grand Daughters.
Ten souls that make up four generations and counting.
Although a fifth, these eyes will never be graced by nor souls to known.
Along with Family hang the pictorial images of Ex-wives and some Ex-lovers
who once gave to me, some of themselves, some of their hearts and souls.
These souls, along with four Chinese beauties have been my companions
throughout the transition from one year to the next, as me, myself and I,
bid good bye to the adventures of 2025 with the first half hour of Perry Mason,
and greeted 2026 with the last half hour of Perry Mason, a movie and sleep.
When One awakes on the first day of a New Year, One has to wonder ???,
what the power brokers, the politicians, the dictators, the none humanitarians,
the hateful, the vengeful, the spiteful, the greedy, all the religions on this
little blue planet have instore for us *****sapiens, humanity, birds, fish,
the animals, the forests, Mother Earth, herself and all that resides within her
and upon her sphere that allows her to be a perfect home for all sentient beings.
B. J. “ A ” 2
January 1st 2026
Epilogue
May Mother Earth, May Man Kind
Come to know what neither has known in their life times .
Total Love, total Peace, total Forgiveness, totals Acceptance .
I am a capitalist, I hate to share
I am opulent, this is worth my flair
I am the one percent that is worth your fifty
This must be the artistry of the ingenious and thrifty
I am just a bull who stepped out of the herd
I studied its weakness and found my perch
I climbed and cut off the rundles from the ladder
I sit grinning at the top of my skyscraper
I watch the working class from my throne, grinding for wants
They’re always on the move like an army of ants
Like a chase grandmaster I develop these pawns
I pin them to protect my castles by vouching their loans
There they are, I can almost hear them pant
Only I understands this concrete jungle hunt
They graze and bury their head in the pasture
I am alert and crouch before I make a capture
Give them a wage and a pension, and we are all square
But a loss, a liquidation, a recession is theirs to bear
They pray to heaven, I prey on tax havens
Between my factory and my sanctuary are vast oceans
There is a “CAP”, and an “A-LIST” in “CAPITALIST”
There is a “PRO” and “FIT” in “PROFIT”
I am just like a capital letter standing out in a noun
Just like a capital city separating the seed from the cuff
You think I am a genius, a quick thinker
I am just an ideologue who spoke quicker
Convinced you my mind was far better
What will I be without the hands of labour?
I am a capitalist, I will give you a ballot before a cast vote
I am a capitalist, I will oil a preacher, if it makes me richer
I am a capitalist, I will throw you a banquet for the right tax bracket
I am a capitalist, I will give you a fancy title for the right totals
Come out of the darkness, stand in the light.
Speak from your heart and give us insight.
Don’t treat us like animals lured by honey.
Saying you care and you’ll give us your money.
Offer instead, a small thread of hope,
A plan to slow, illegal immigration, guns, dope.
Shore up our borders, build a great wall,
Help the murder and theft totals to fall.
Give us a chance, a dream we can earn.
The legal citizenship for which our hearts do yearn.
Make America great, let us be a part.
Workers can stay, would be a good start.
Think of others, give up your greed.
We’re just asking for the things that we need.