MS JEANINE PIRRO
TRUMP REFLECTION POOR HERO
A TOTAL ZERO
Beyond the shock of hearing
Of Rob Reiner’s awful death
Were the comments by a “leader”
Who spews hatred with each breath.
No matter what your feelings
(And of Reiner, I’m a fan),
There’s a level of respect that should
Be granted to a man
And his wife who suffered as they died,
At home, where they were stabbed,
Yet even this presented as
Attention to be grabbed.
There aren’t words to write about
This national disgrace
And even if some MAGA folk
Speak out to save some face…
The outrage should be ‘cross the board –
Ferocious, fierce and loud,
For how in this America
Can anyone feel proud?
Someone serving life in prison
Some way, somehow gets the nod
To release him, like an order
From a despot or a god.
The same applies to lowlife thugs
Whose insurrection acts,
When they stormed the U.S. Capitol,
Were changed to lies from facts.
When power goes to someone’s head,
It’s like a weird disease
Where he violates the law
And justice drops down to its knees.
Half the country hates it,
While the other seems to hail
The release of felons who should be,
Most rightfully, in jail.
I guess it’s pretty obvious
In which half I belong.
These pardons reek of villainy
And are simply, flat-out wrong!
There’s no decorum or respect
Within the White House walls
And cameras let us witness
Some behavior that appalls.
Invite a foreign dignitary
Then berate, insult, accuse –
That’s the playbook for a bully
Desperate to be in the news.
Why would any other country,
After seeing that display,
Send a leader, knowing he or she’d
Be treated in that way?
Every day brings more examples
Of outrageousness and shock
Which, at one time, simply seemed like
Acts of bluster we would mock.
But the stakes have gotten higher
And if all the guardrails fail,
Someday writing such a poem just might
Have me end up in jail.
A day
That I’ll always remember
A very somber DAY
A very sad day
A day to ponder
A day to wonder
A day
Not like any other day
A very unusual day
A day to pray
A day to say
A day of madness
A day of sadness
Oh! my God
A very crazy day
A day to respect the Lord
A day of hell
A day to hail
The Almighty
With respect and dignity
A day of outrage
A day to be wise and sage
A day of extreme confusion
A day of ebullition
A day to love your neighbor
Your brother and sister
We are all related by blood
We are made of the same mud
Let’s love each other
Mourn and cry together
We should not be killing each other
Let’s shower each other with love
Think and dream of a better tomorrow
Flee the nightmare and the sorrow
Hope is still alive
We will survive, we will survive.
P.S. Dedicated to America.
Hebert Logerie Friday, September 11, 2009
Have you ever been convicted of a felony?
Have you ever aborted a baby? ...
Outraged by the second question's premise
~ we shed no tears for the baby's demise
the false liberal
a profiteer
takes advantage of good and vice
wants to profit from our sacrifice...
Does not llove life sucks it up,
does not love humanity
explores it...
Is a pariah,
a parasite
between usury and theft
he exits,
to usurps and boasts
with the fruit of sin...!
count of that day
as there was in the limbo of time
early before the man arrives
or later when we'll all be gone
but the facts were not like that
for example it was not april
it didn't rain fire as someone already mentioned
and much less there was such a commotion
we went down the slope and arrived tired
the grass under the palm trees awaited us
and beside the hill past the rocks the sea
we both hear the monotonous sound of the wind
and among us only I could perceive
that the waves were dyed red there
then came the bloody tears of angels
that suddenly engulfed the strip of sand
and then they dressed the palm trees in scarlet
while the dim light of that sinful day
made everything take on a ghostly hue
was it with surprise or joy that you shouted
and besides me only they
the red and demonic waves and leaves
stirred in the hot and indecent wind
witnessed the outraged flesh
your eternal fall
and my furious winning silence.
Soul feels outrage, being confined
Mind-body prism decays
Senses guide what may be divined
Bondage till end of days
Cessation sets us free
When head and heart agree
In carefree, joyous spree
Body a cage
Soul feels outrage
12-December-2021
Quietus
Our state does not mandate masks in schools.
Under the best conditions, teaching during a pandemic is difficult.
Teachers try to keep up with who is here, who is absent.
Reality sets in when our kids are hospitalized for no good reason except for
Angry parents who demand that a piece of cloth on the face infringes on their
rights.
God, I’m so tired of this. What about the immunocompromised who need the
protection?
Everyone is selfish these days. So much anger over a vaccination and piece of
cloth.
Joseph Biden thought he'd call Donald Trump
Trump picked up and roared, "How ya do-in,' Chump?" --
President Joe was outraged
He had Stormy Daniels paged --
Smirked, "This'll help you get over the hump."
The Lord spoke softly to me:
"Go into your room,
close the door behind you
and pray to your Father above.
You screamed "Come out of that room!
Hell knows what you do in that room!
The people want to see you out of that room!
You spend too much time in that room!"
The poet writes in aesthetic words,
"Perhaps you should greet the visitors;
it is the right thing to do.
Be humble, show kindness and respect too.
The Father lovingly says,
"I understand, my son,
that you want to pray;
talk to me when you are done.
A red-streaked panorama graced Washington's dawn
Clear lake-blue skies there all day long
Portland smoke-gray, from tear gas and pepper spray
Antifa showed its true colors on Inauguration Day
Not a hint of outrage from the government or the press
It's alright if the fascists are left-wing, I guess
At the Inaugural Ball, attendees donned their prettiest dress
Masks muting their 'concern' over the Oregonian mess
Outrage
Written: by Miracle Man
12-9-2019
We’re living in a world of worthless outrage,
We innocently say things that fosters rampage.
Seems everything spoken bruises somebody’s shin,
We claim some word has caused our chagrin.
Today, it seems, that we’re too thin skinned,
Attacking others until their words they rescind.
We nit pick, and search, for a lame reason to whine,
While with others thinking we’re forced to align.
Why do News Agencies Always Say Scandal?
Because they don’t even seem to have a handle
That some said no and are ready to go
And why the Remainers need to keep blowing their nose
As for me do I care.
Well yes as I was also there
And I still watch the news every night
Even and despite
The way though it may all end up
Is that nobody gives a ruddy duck
But why do news agencies always say scandal
When the news is so fragile
Just look and listen
To the people of this nation
And get yourselves a dictionary
So that all you journalists know what SCANDAL actually means!
DAMO
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