If personal wars are normal
then their nature despising humanity are even the
quack and qualm of the matter.
Whenever the sun rattles the moon sooner or later
may follow the suit- Not even a political campaign
is left to pass over unnoticed?.
Apparently opened book
Machiavellian sleight of hand
political campaign dispute
You got a vote in your hand
You got human right
You got justice
You got a will
At this very moment
Everything is in your hands
At your fingertips
But you become hesitate
The candidates are strange to you
Political campaign is only a glimpse
Canvassing is unbelievable
You have no reference
There is no evidence
All along you're blind to politics
And the surroundings
You're only interested in
Everyday challenges
Life is challenging
Survival is hard
Sometimes
No matter who is on the stage
Life doesn't change much
Life has to go on tough
There is no choice
Let's the court and justice
Go after them
Prolonged justice is only
In the court
In front of God
Their Campaign Driving Us Insane
Are poor things about a political campaign;
They have seemed to be driving us insane,
And better yet;
Always forget;
Do not remember and lack ability to retain.
Jim Horn
Now over 7,100 total poems.
As the dew lies upon the grass
Like silver on the ring
And the fog coats the green pines
After last night's blowing rain
A sun rises below the gray
Bright shining hides the stars
Each plant awaits sun's strong rays
Reaching from somewhere afar
The trumpet vines' orange flowers
Make nectar for birds and bees
A waxy columbine attracts
Come feed on nectar please
All trump blossoms are not so sweet
Some produce smelly stink
But his charisma draws the crowds
A slanted speech in pink
The woody honeysuckle blooms
A rich aromatic scent
Its trumpet flowers draw hummers
Nectar abundant present
Devil's trumpet dark nectar draws
An unusual crowd
Those on moral decline hey come
Lilium formosanum shroud
Foxglove a deadly trumpet plant
Small doses gives heart rebirth
The show has gone on~on
I'd say we got our dollar's worth
The political campaign has been an ongoing show
Hey we got our one dollar campaign contribution's
worth..LOL
Clay, wet and unmoulded struck a pose in front of the mirror
An introspection on the reflection of a man that could be a hero
He floated into the ring and his fluttering shook the world
Though skilled, trained and talented, his sting was truly his word
They entered the ring to spar these two heavy weights
In-between their crimson gloves, crashing blows and knockouts!
With a staunch faith and self belief ran a strong political campaign
One would emerge a genius to forever be the people’s champion…Ali
Have Been Hood Winking
There always will be those elements
Who are opposite aa well as opponents
Of what is out usual way of thinking
Which had become a lot of hood winking.
What they will mean may be hard to tell
And part of plan having been hard sell
Program or even a possible policy
Where you often will find a fallacy.
Then there are those who do trump in
Our lives which will get under your skin
This more then likely drives us insane
Becoming part of a political campaign.
When compaign is completely over and done
And Hillary for President has finally won
Normalcy once again we will have found
Love in White House hearing her sweet sound.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Singing and drinking, with little or no thinking,
Cheating and mocking, with little or no care,
Exciting and deciding, with little or no storming,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Bribing and buying the voters, who cares who wins?
Corrupting and misleading, the hearts of the choosers,
The job of the candidates, who cares where they loot the cash?
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Gifting and giving, freely from the “heart,”
Who even cares, whether it’s from the heart?
Decorative and luring speeches, paint the media skies,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
And when the voting is done, the season is gone,
The frenzy is gone, we get back to pointing fingers,
To each other’s choices, again for the next five years,
And the cycle goes on, when shall we learn?
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