Registered voices polled
election tide Red
getting their collective way.
Reaping, now what they sowed.
Excited delirium mandated
targets, tariff topping. Tempted
serendipity. Look at you now
A farmer drove into town.
Some posters made him frown.
They said, "Go to the Poll".
He said,"In the pasture below?"
"Right now, they're standing a'chowin'".
(To understand this limerick, you must understand that a polled cow has no horns from birth)
other people says wrong Whatever you do
The society's answer is punishment because they look at it
Before your eyes and ears is the only way
Your path is always polled
Do not sit under the burden of these criticisms
Focus on your progress and creativity
The reason for your success is you, not others
You should not let yourself be taken away from you
Believe that whatever you do
It can be a way for you to progress
Not just what other people say
But what you feel yourself
So keep going and overcome the criticism
Be with yourself and move forward with confidence
Nothing is great until it begins
Believe that you can do anything you want
they say it’s just a common cold
it comes across so brash and bold
an apple a day
it is what they say
only healthy people were polled
Our society may be crumbling before our eyes
As foundational structures change dramatically,
Families are not cohesive units as they used to be
Seldom we experience those extended family ties.
Sunday church attendance is at an all-time low;
Non-religious stats show fewer people in the pews
And the news media is often less news than views,
Amusement parks are the Sunday “in” places to go.
Educational systems are constantly under attack
By parents who want control over what is taught
As COVID rages, new teaching methods are sought
And our healthcare systems are sadly out of whack.
Our federal government is an ineffective nightmare
With partisan divisiveness the order of the day,
So, honorable leaders don’t want to enter the fray
And larger numbers of citizens polled no longer care.
Since the mid-nineties, we’ve been seeing gloom
Talk of zombies, disasters, killings, even Apocalypse
The economy always seeming to teeter on collapse
It’s hard not falling into the habit of predicting doom.
written January 15, 2022
What I knew
as I grew?
Little, true.
What's taboo?
Not a clue.
Now I'm old,
life on hold,
sold and polled,
sites enrolled;
things controlled.
If we had to love people who were the same as us
We could love no one
My identical twin looks like me
But we share almost no ideas
We laugh the same, it is a funny laugh
Distinctive, and we move the same
But we do not agree on politics or religion
We each have our own mind
This does not mean we cannot love each other
If you could not love someone who thought differently
You could love no one
Even if you polled everyone at the same church
They would have different ideas
The trick is to listen to everyone
Not to think like them, but to like them more
By understanding where they are coming from
You do not have to come from the same place to love them
My identical twin and I are proof of this.
We love each other immensely
And agree on practically nothing
Except that we do love each other immensely
Judge Who Held A Grudge
We knew Judge a grudge he would hold,
After one more predicted plot did unfold,
Hair ringy;
Also stingy,
Who is poorest one we ever have polled.
Jim Horn
Over 10 again.
Trump Slipped On Transcript
Seems like up again, Trump had slipped;
He said words not contained in transcript;
Were missed,
From his list;
Then when it would occur out he flipped.
Jim Horn
When You Gotta Go You Gotta
We know when you go you really gotta,
After you had learned would be a lotta,
Coming out,
No doubt;
Even when temptation off had fought a.
Jim Horn
Trump Had Groveled Riding Horse
While riding on horse Trump is groveling;
Putin and he caused horse to be hobbling,
And while there,
Horse did share;
After being off horse both were wobbling.
Jim Horn
Trump Sticking Out Neck
Trump as usual would stick out neck,
They say had resulted in a big wreck,
Many hurt;
Blood on shirt,
When being bitten by a bloody insect.
Jim Horn
Someone had taken another big swig,
After opening bottle with sharp twig,
To tavern go;
Did overflow;
And from head would loose their wig.
Some of the Stramgest People
Trump has been cause of my much stress
The poor way that people he will address
Many things into pea brain he does cram
Never saying neither yes nor no mam.
Trump tries to make things spic and span
Is so difficult to do with a small hand
After many morons had all been polled
Trump lacks having a heart of gold.
Three ring circus tri-cameral system has become
When people are nuts do they prefer plums
And also will eat prunes and raisins instead
A lump of it later was found in Trump's bed.
They were discrete and saw it on his sheet
Amazing strangest people you may meet
Selling sox, toilet paper and swimming pool
Also something to soften your hard stool.
James Vivacious Voracious Horn
Retired Vindicated Veteran and Perturbing Poet
Harry was born on the 20th June 1994,
And is a wheelchair basketball player,
Who at the 2012 Paras was the barer,
Of the Paralympic Flag, he went afore.
He’s a 2.5 player and his team’s won,
Many Championships, World and Euro,
In 2011, in Nazareth with much folio,
They won the gold to themselves sun.
2013 at the European Championships,
Harry and the team won another gold,
And 2014 at the World Champs polled,
They finished in 7th place for swift hips.
2015, the European Championships,
And the GBR men’s senior team zesty,
Won another bright gold medal shiny,
With third consecutive Euro title, strips.
Rio, and GBR made the bronze match,
Where they competed against Turkey,
After normal time it was tied, a lea,
But then GBR secured a 82-76 catch.
If only we had met yesterday
When love was new to both of us
and untarnished and dreams,
Fashioned by hope and laughter
Were made without question and
Rose colored glasses were not a joke!
If only we had met yesterday
When in our youth, "Promises were made
to be broken!" was not the rule, and
the ache in our hearts was made by
Cupid's arrow answering a call to love...
Yesterday, it was so simple to pull the
Petals from a daisy and he love me was
Always the last petal to be polled.
Today, the daisy's won't tell!
Today, you belong to another!
Where were you yesterday,
When I needed you?
Cynthia
If only we had met yesterday
when love was new to both of us and untarned,
and dreams fashioned by hope and laughter
were made without question and rose color glasses
were not a joke!
If only we had met yesterday
when in our youth, "Promises were made to be broken"
was not the rule, and the ache in our hearts, was made
by cupid's arrow, answering a call to love.
Yesterday, it was so simple to pull the petals from a daisy
and he loves me was always the last petal to be polled.
Today, the daisy's won't tell, today, the daisy's won't tell,
Today, you belong to another...
Where were you yesterday, when I needed you?
Cynthia
Living on ashes of bridges that I've burned.
Trying to get by on lessons I never learned.
Only coin I've got is an old nickel that don't mean a thing.
Somedays coming closer, I swear I hear that bell ring.
The sun comes up and the clouds go by.
Beg, borrow or steal, one last try.
Sailing on a desert of life gone by.
Digging for old gold is just dust you can't buy.
Tomorrows dream of finally finding the loot.
The devil himself offers up forbidden fruit.
You swear you won't take it, he can go to hell.
Becouse you want to survive the toll of the bell.
Old Gold
Bought and sold
Life on hold
I feel cold
No one told
No longer bold
Been rolled
Black mold
Politicians polled
I fold
Since John and Paul first met in high school,
we have had decent success playing in Liverpool.
There was some tragedy we went through.
The worst was the passing of our dear friend, Stu.
However, our music is still popular today.
We were polled number one by far and away.
The birds fly in from all around
to listen to our upbeat skittles sound.
I have been with these guys through thick and thin.
Now they are telling me I am no longer in.
They have been following the sound of a different drummer.
A new man has taken my place. What a bummer!
They will not sound the same in Hamburg or Liverpool.
To all the loyal fans, this will not be too cool.
Who needs them? I will form a new band.
When it is all over, I will hold the winning hand.
Against the castles walls tonight
The broken assemblage of squires and knights
Dance around the damsel in delight
Her distress dispersing dreamers into fights
This America deserves a better show
While the bugles rage, against the muffled heart
The cold winds lean their grief to show
Look, now the citadel of hope falls slowly apart
No spleandour here for peasants
Though, just a long trek of silence into gloom
Against clamor of rancour incessants
Against the shallow weave of uncringeing doom
For what this gust and fuss long
Impaling our lives with emptiness and anxiety
I do not want to dance this song
It is too much noise, too much prise in vanity
I told him that people ought to be first
When he was giving all the sum to greedy corporations
He kept talking while the sick got worse
O we are so broken bereft of honor, bereft of visions
The splendor falls away from the mist
And shivering cold the day, polled and wearied
The workers insulted, stood to resist
The avalanche flow of words in which fools are burried
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