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Empty Speeches
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Gone are the columns, gone is the crowd
Just twenty thousand, shouting loud
Gone is the hope, debt was the change
Stale words remain, empty and strange
The air is filled with Biden baloney
He pleads the case for a liberal crony
Praises a job well done, but not complete
In anger cajoles voters to not unseat
Introduced with great pomp and circumstance
We hear of one who will give us a chance
Then strutting to the stage with toothy grin
He tells us about Republican sin
“It’s not my fault the economy is bad
But if not for me, it would be real sad”
Nothing new, we’ve heard this story before
We can get the job done, but I need four more
Lectured us about what is right and fair
Let the rich pay more, they can afford to share
Didn’t hear a word about the nation's debt
But the people are asking you can bet
“I need your vote, my contract please renew”
But I ask why, you’ve told us nothing new
Mr. President, wave goodbye, run the race
But I’m voting for another in your place
Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt
While high falutin dip low matt
flying his kite insurgents
planned coup d'etat
clear out of blue, a devilish
forked, jagged, knifed
dagger "O" type electric current licked
more'n the pants off harried envoy
clear rants heard
all the way to Timbuktu
damn donnybrook loosing mayhem
special averred ambassador
last best hope
thwarting total mortal Kombat
Zeus bribed - putin two and two...
together spelled collusion
arch enemies of democracy de facto
2020 election in cahoots,
whereby sore loser trumped,
activated thinly veiled plot
made good diabolical promise
demanding winning or else
"ye ain't seen nuttin"
imposing himself victor
nee, declaring tyrannical
prince sup pulled "purple" reign,
despite just shy winning majority
crowed as "FAKE" optical illusion
claimed apparatchik infiltrated
voting booths rigged
machination stole courtesy
bounty on mutiny playbook page,
the average joe buyed
entire hook, sink, and liner
titanic ruse to unseat
all time self crowned best president,
apprentice skills garnered
thru "art of the deal,"
albeit machiavellian
who refused to admit defeat
usurped, proclaimed, kindled... diktat upon
those opposed driving fiat
vis a vis disallowing, discharging,
disenabling, disguising, distilling
carving up United States
in league courtesy
best buddies Kim Jong Un
populace will pay price
bear every burden
every hardship el don jon doth
punishingly mete out
recruiting military modern
death cab for cutie squads
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
personal vendetta and vengeance
as just desserts
succeeding presidential term
to abdicate pronto
lest civilization bombed
back into stone age
no matter enfranchisement
law within lady liberty land,
nonetheless he decreed
global hegemony forever
pressed hot button
omnipresent nightmare manifest destiny
global destruction unleashed
threatened to obliterate
every last trace of mankind!
Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon,
There, I will proudly place a memento with flair,
Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design,
One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun.
Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike,
Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring,
From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum,
Bold, elegant masterpiece dipped in crocks of gold.
Steady for the frozen silence of moon’s eddy,
That unyielding oak that confines winds to the mat.
Carved to freeze time, for history not to be starved,
Set in stone, clothed in a bright future free from threat—
Sweet treasure that no storm will ever dare unseat.
Written By: D. Collins 12/27/24
Our Father, who art in Heaven, he knows not what he does.
Rebelling against the only one that ever showed him love.
Having been nowhere, but will swear, he knows everything.
Requires a tee-tee little more to unseat the reigning king.
Call me the hard father. Some kind of Angel of Death.
When all I'm trying to do is put our demons to rest.
Big Boys and OGs just try to set it right.
By being a part of the seed they gave to life.
Should God not see it, and keep Youngun away.
Then, so be it, I go by whatever He say.
When seed that came from me calls me a hater.
I get down on my knees to give an OG Prayer.
MATURING
Yesterday, I plunged into a whisper.
The fiery red marquee that blasted my existence disappeared,
Like a B-film star at the Oscars,
And only a faint shadow obscuring its source remained.
Today, I began to climb a mud puddle,
Sweating brown slime and panting organic putridness
Like a Ferrari submerged in flood waters
Needing to be recognized as a treasure hidden by an unnatural disaster.
Tomorrow, I will rest on a bucking bronco,
Riding the turbulence with ease and poise
Like a skater glides across smooth, glassy ice
Experienced and unfazed by the bumps that once threatened to unseat me.
April 26,2016
Entered in free verse, judged 5/2
Buster had traveled the rodeo circuit fer nigh on twenty years,
Bull ridin', bareback ridin' and ropin' them frisky steers!
He wuz a lanky feller wearin' chaps, jeans slung low on his hips,
With a Bull Durham roll-yer-own a-danglin' frum his lips.
He drove his battered pickup towin' an air conditioned van,
In which traveled in style his cuttin' hoss, old faithful Dan.
This wuz to be his final rodeo, his final cross-country trip,
Vyin' once agin fer a few bucks and a national championship.
In the bull ridin' event he straddled a brute called Dynamite.
That old cuss did all kinds uv gyrations to the crowd's delight!
But Buster hung on as Dynamite tried to unseat him frum his back.
He'd rode him before and knew he wouldn't cut him any slack!
In the bareback ridin' contest he drew a bronc called Killer.
He twisted ever' which way - that ride shore was a thriller!
Buster and old Dan wuz amazin' when it come to ropin' steers.
They broke the standin' record, a-bestin' all their peers!
Buster'd had more'n his share uv broken bones and sprawls,
And uv dust, mud and the mind numbin' overnight hauls.
He retired to a little spread in Colorady to enjoy his leisure.
Old Dan was retired as well to frolic in the pasture!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
'TWAS 4PM yesterday, my daughter called and shouted.
"Did you feel the earthquake, Mom?"
Oddly, I did not, though we live near each other.
Last night there were forty aftershocks.
I felt so cheated somehow and I pouted.
Life must need a spark when a earthquake you must feel!
Perhaps become a man, like Caitlyn Jenner, would be more fun.
Wear lovely dresses and my hair in a man-bun?
Oops, cannot do that either?
The Woke-Parol demanded I may not call it that!!
I have the perfect answer.. Binary-Bun!!
Perfect for summer, as I race for Governor of California.
As my faithful followers, cheer me on!
In this most auspicious, political race.
Come on down, if you can you keep pace!!
7/9/2021
Caitlyn Jenner...running to unseat Gavin Newsom,
Known as "Lockdown Louie!"
Legacy of good name*
blest by the Lord since birth
shines through functional roles
midst triumphant milestones
propelled along love's might
reigning despite fake news.
With such verse, I present this name for our learning:
L.…. Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva became the first president of Brazil
elected to three terms and the first since Getúlio Vargas to serve in non-
consecutive terms. He is also the first candidate to unseat an incumbent
president. He was sworn in on 1 January 2023.
U…..Ultimate in his commitments are the reconstruction of the
country in the face of the economic crisis; democracy, sovereignty and
peace; economic development and stability; fighting poverty; education;
implementation of a National System of Culture and the expansion of
housing programs.
L….. List of his international honours and awards included the
UNESCO Félix Houphouët-Boigny Peace Prize in 2008; meanwhile in 2012
he received Four Freedoms Award.
A…..Although he has his losses like his pinkie finger at age 17 in a
machinery accident, his reputation because of corruption scandals and
controversy, he can still choose to win by faith when he trusts the
Almighty God** Who is the Source of salvation-triumph and eternal life's
victory.
*Proverbs 22:1 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.
**1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, [be] honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
March 21, 2022
Edited on May 10, 2023
12th place, "They say he's a loser" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick; judged on 5/14/2023.
What’s the time?
The dictator is obsessed with time
he has thousands of wrist-watches and wall clocks
showing the time in different time zones.
At noon, he checks the time zones if it is ten o’clock
Somewhere else, he adjusts his star-studded Rolex
In his mind, he has gained two extra hours.
The time is a must for the dictator, he is getting old
and fear the breath of the dead and the power.
He spends too much time alone, only seeing people
on the screen, political helpers consist of faces
Suspicious by nature, he tries to read if the faces
are treacherous trying to unseat him he needs total
loyalty to feel secure, he knows he is right they are
plotting against by fighting his war timidly yet know
if he falls, they will perish too.
O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.
At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?
Sir Galahad, a handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.