POLITICIAN PERDITION
Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies
With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens
Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets
The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!
Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.
Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough
Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’
Categories:
plenished, america, political,
Form: Rhyme
MY LIVING SOUL
At the dawning of time
When not even 'light' had a presence
He said, “Let there be light"
And the Earth was consumed, in its essence
The darkness was fractured
As daylight held it at bey
The darkness, He named it, the Night
And the light he called Day
He formed all of Earth
He divided the lands, from the seas
The most beautiful flora and fauna
A treasure of fruits and of trees
A myriad of stars, to watch over His flock
Signs from the Heavens, a celestial clock
The birds and the animals
All creatures and fishes
He filled up the seas
And a world full of wishes
The most wondrous of beasts
Of the land, sea and air
With scales and with tails
And with feathers and hair
Now, I shall make 'man' in my image
With power over death and o'er birth
From the creatures that live in the oceans
In the air, on the land, in the dirt
Man will feed and will clothe, from these bounties
He will grow, in his civilization
For 'he' is the pick of My crop
The fruits of My fondest creation
The Heavens and earth, now are plenished
Creation has taken its toll
The seventh day, now I am rested
Mankind, is My Own, Living Soul
Categories:
plenished, bible, creation, god,
Form: Rhyme