DOWN GOES PAM BONDI
FOR TRUMP JUST ONE MORE BLONDIE
PAM SAYS TRUMP CONNED ME
Former Attorney General Pam Bondi
will never be confused with Mahatma Gandhi!
She was head of the Dictator Tot's retribution campaign
but, thankfully, her efforts were mostly in vain.
An office is entrusted,
not owned.
It exists to shield the powerless,
not to comfort the powerful.
When the law bows to wealth,
justice becomes decoration.
For power without virtue
is only permission to harm.
A guardian who defends the guilty
learns too late
that titles do not cleanse the soul.
The cries of women
do not vanish in silence.
They wait.
The suffering of children
does not expire with time.
It records names.
Authority is not measured
by loyalty to power,
but by courage to oppose it.
History does not ask
why one complied.
It only notes
that one did.
To abandon conscience
for position
is to lose both.
And now the people ask—
not in anger,
but in grief—
Do you possess the weight
this office demands?
A title cannot confer honor
where conscience is absent.
So the question lingers,
heavy as history itself:
Are you fit to guard the law,
when the law needed guarding
from you?
And when memory speaks,
it speaks without mercy.
Not as accusation—
but as fact.
I beleive pam? has run out of beach.' Lost the thread.. Is full of over reach.' She tried some gutter humor.' And now is almost pleading the fifth.' The sight is truly horrendus this gal is sucking on the very
Pith.' Its down to the bone..There is no more room, i can see a cell door in my sight it looms.) It'll slam;
With a bang! at a short
Length..Of time? or even more soon '
I wouldent cover; your dime '
They say her hair remembers sunlight,
even when the rooms are windowless,
even when the questions stack like files
no one wants to open.
From Tampa’s salt-stung air she rose,
a practiced smile, a courtroom voice,
a lacquered certainty that learned
how to live inside microphones.
Power is a mirror with bad lighting—
it shows you only what it needs.
Behind her, paper storms keep forming,
names half-redacted, dates that bleed.
She walks through corridors of flags,
through praise that claps like shuttered doors,
while somewhere, whispers learn to swim
in darker, colder drawers.
Is it guilt? Or just the gravity
of standing near the grinding wheel?
Even clean hands smell like iron
when history decides to feel.
The cameras love her confidence,
the way it doesn’t flinch or break—
but truth is a slow, patient thing
that never hurries for our sake.
So she stands—bleached, branded, framed—
between the oath and what it hides,
a silhouette of certainty
with doubt stitched softly in the sides.
And Tampa’s sun keeps shining anyway,
as suns have always done before:
indifferent to who holds the keys,
or what is buried in the floor.
I met my perfect partner in the gym,
He gently catered to my wildest whim.
My every mood
He understood -
Turned out I wed transgender Pam, not Tim.
But by the time the fluid truth sank in,
He/She/They, Me were bonded skin to skin.
Pam, I love you,
#Hashtag Me Too -
Happily Ever After lies within.
Remember the story of Pam Am Flight 914?
It took off from New York City in 1955 with 51 passengers.
Disappeared for thirty-seven years then landed n Miami?
This story was printed in the Weekly World News three times
Maybe if they printed it enough times, it became plausible?
it is a false story, but we may have all heard it
This story possibly originated in 1961
when the science fiction TV show Twilight Zone ran a similar story
“The odyssey of Flight 33”
No matter how many times you hear it, it is not true.
It is a fabrication, a tale, a story, alternative “facts”.
Repetition is not a sign of truth.
When Pam is cooking
She would concentrate on it
Making sure nothing will spill
On to the hot stove
A Mermaid Named Pam
Out at sea, a poor mermaid named Pam-
far away from her neighborhood swam;
richer waters she'd try
to attract a new guy
on a pirate ship planning a scam.
'Cause big treasure she needed to find
her life hadn't been any too kind-
she was missing a fin
and some scales on her skin-
but a pirate with patch is half-blind!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Pirate-Themed Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 04/16/2019
There was once a girl whose name was Pam
Mean as she could be, blamed Uncle Sam
Abhorred all the rich
Thought life's a bi#tch
Green with envy she didn't give a damn
3-14-19
Contest:Green Humor
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Sit down clown and drown your sound bubble before I puncture it with my slam,
I'll show you an epic wham bam epigram 'cus I am the lion and you're a lamb,
your jam lacked glam like expired meet attached to smelly feet and moldy ham,
It was so lame that I wonder if you're insane, maybe you should book an exam.
You added to the pain in my brain with each row as the flow wasn't on show,
you managed to increase the decrease over again and couldn't maintain a glow,
the lightbulb is dim or needs replacing because you're disgracing poetry with below
average rhymes that set a new standard of previously unobtainable shallow.
You don't seem to know it but trust me you're either rusty or just no poet,
it's time to pack it in or relentlessly practice and stop the plummet,
I've noticed you're a little bit hopeless so I'm hiding the rope so you know it,
you came along for the ride, lost your pride, so go and hide but suicide don't commit.
Greg Focker was always an awkward man,
only fiancée Pam could understand-
Jack would be his in-law,
and soon baby’s Pawpaw,
retired CIA in all the land.
The Focker’s housekeeper was Isabel,
rumors Greg had an affair and didn’t tell-
Had a spawn named Jorge,
from Greg’s roll in the hay,
in young puppy love dear Greg Focker fell!
Suspicious Jack kept his eye on Greg’s life,
since his daughter Pam would be his sweet wife-
Don’t mess with government,
they show no sentiment,
he made Greg’s days full of torment and strife.
Jack decides to give Greg ol’ truth serum,
knowing sorry Greg really did fear him-
Blurts out Pam is pregnant,
that wasn’t his whole intent,
but did angry Jack really hear him?
Turns out Jorge wasn’t really Greg’s son,
ends up marrying Pam, had lots of fun-
Jack will always despise,
but so soon realize,
for his daughter Greg was the perfect one!
Favorite Comedy Movie Poetry Contest
I chose: "Meet the Fockers"
syllable count: 10-10-6-6-10
howmanysyllables.com
Sponsor: Alexis Y.
March 2, 2018
Maybe she's a stranger.
To the rest of the world unknown.
Far from being famous.
Devoured by a world, cruel and dangerous.
Treated as if she were contagious.
She's become a faint memory, a stranger without a face.
Set aside and ostracized.
It's easier to routinely erase her, rather embrace her.
If you'll recall it reads justice for all, it clearly said.
Is this false? Mislead?
Not anyone's problem, not worth solving.
Says who?
She was an angel, they just never knew.
God is her way and her light, this I already know..
My mother's name is Pam.
Not Jane Doe
Pinocchio Pam
You are our hope
She so very good looking
She looks just like a man
She got in the photo
On acid was she
Exclaimed with surprise
When the flash went off in her eyes
What a privilege
It has been
To have Pam in my life
As a dear friend
Someone so honest
And most trustworthy
With real compassion
And much integrity
She listened when I needed
Someone to talk to
And if she said she’d do something
It was just what she would do
She truly inspired me
With her professional skills
Giving me knowledge to never forget
And I never will
Her inner light
Was visible all the time
And I’ll always remember
Pam’s sunshine!
Love, Flo
Dedicated to Pam Bass
January 14, 2009
Florence McMillian (Flo)
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