a poetaster, ballard monger, avid rhymer
churning outverses, a prolific old timer
a wordsmith, lyricist, jotting notes everyday
prolific poeticule, laundering words in play
Deep state man
The butcher of Iraq
War monger VP
At 84 is now gone.
But the world he made
His profit on
Bombed and broken
All divided still
Remains.
One down, millions to go,
The great swamp drains.
One by one
In steps and stages
The rotting flesh
Of its corruption
Exposed
Until only bones
Remain.
(11/4/25)
at times,
I wish to unspin the sun’s thread—
to weave again the days I’ve torn,
perfect each flaw, unmake each thorn,
and paint life’s griefs in golden stead.
but maybe, the sky must bruise to bloom,
the rain must fall to birth perfume;
perhaps the soul learns more by breaking,
and beauty sleeps in hearts still aching.
so let it be—
this endless sea of rise and rest,
of grief and gain, of trial and test;
for life, in all its flawed design,
remains a miracle—divine.
He was a player, a rounder, a pleasure monger
Spent his life in zealous pursuit of pleasure
The dour-faced speaker looked disgusted by his life choices
My friend and I discussed him later, in awe of his journey
Debauchery to her made him a hero in our eyes
Can you imagine spending your life in pursuit of pleasure?
I think we should all do it, as long as we do not hurt others.
Flim Flam
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring to praise
what was clearly a fool
a spoiled near despot
the ultimate tool.
(8/25/2018)
The help monger was trying to spoon out the candied hearts.
They were being obstinate, stubborn, off the charts.
A cupid came along to see if he could help in any way.
They finally got them all collected at the end of the day.
We will put them on beds, pillows, candies and cakes.
We will fill up the vibrating recliner until she shakes
cupid began to back off, she was afraid of the help monger now.
His ideas of grandeur were worse than a pup stuck on bow wow!
we were confessing
when we counted each blessing
All window dressing
we could always tell
after we would hear each shell
which was pure hell
for youth is a cure
grow up and become mature
we can endure
longer and longer
Putin was a war monger
said he is stronger
Putin pageantry
seems to be his strategy
by him majesty
Putin has lot of nerve
Off road did force us to swerve
he then threw a curve
Fizz- mongering *,the selfie of olden days
fizz ..or face ..that is to say
monger ...a merchandiser..to sell
both phrases forgotten..ditched of late
for my English languages..changes..& never dates
*portrait. artist
People Proved To Be Power Monger
Some people proved to be a power monger,
They want to become stronger and stronger,
Prance and prance,
And ego enhance,
While wishing it will last longer and longer.
Jim Horn
Either Peace Monger or Dissident
My poems actually apply their own ammunition
At the same provide personal all competition
And adequately replacing need for any test
Already knowing mine are always the best.
(Notice accentuation of letter "A" for BEST.)
Subject each day should be current affairs
Standing out not having to dig through layers
Maybe bus, plane or perhaps train that wrecked
Politicians by wives who have become hen-pecked.
Now that my brain I have completely wracked
Wise jokes and comments constantly cracked
Need I with my poems have to further explain
Difference between drop in bucket and down drain.
Those are Bernie's plans I recently read about
Likelihood of happening there is much doubt
And if President wherever he would have went
They would call him peace monger and a dissident.
Art monger
Art monger appearance,
A displayed suit, a tie and a Bowler hat,
Needn't for a longer rope;
Tied tie to a pole,
Like Grandma marauding goat,
Wondering like 'esiewu,' of gathering muse
Who is to be slaughter next?
A frightful goat fall to the ground throwing tantrum,
Tie squeezed tighter in bandit suit
Knocked together with thousand sack.
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