On the Rock River he was a lifeguard,
Saved 70 plus lives, which made him proud, happy too
Later in life he was divorced, even shot, life is hard
Then Alzheimer's got him, no way to rescue.
He saved lives before he learned to lead them
He was governor, president, now it’s all a blur
How many of our youth remember Ronald Reagan
Alzheimer’s of a generation can also occur.
Sending Marines into Lebanon was his biggest mistake
240 blown up by explosives in a truck
Responsibility's risk is in what you can break
There was nowhere else to pass the buck.
Reagan heart was in the right place
of good reforms he did plenty
He did his best, but if only he knew
In the fog only hindsight is 20/20.
The real issue is not that Kamala is a typical politician
But that she is not a man
And has some blood of Indian/African
The real issue is not that she is so wrong
Despite her education and experience
But that she was not wrong enough
No need to grab anyone by the p
She has her own
The real issue is not that she is fake phony
All politicians feed us some baloney
The issue is she is elevating women
In a man’s world and some hate that
Some would rather see a felonious racist
Than another person of color win the presidency
And it is very telling of your own heart
An aging Senate finds it hard to see,
The choice is between devil and deep sea.
For whom alas to bat,
Who dares to bell the cat,
At stake is the power-packed Presidency.
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Happenings |04.07.2024| political, humour
Poet’s note: President Joe Biden was all fluster and froth in the presidential debate. Ex president Trump, his usual bluster, boast and bravado. Both aging and frustrated. But who will stop them in an aging Senate (60 percent above the age of sixty, four above eighty). Who’ll dare to bell the cat, this ditty wonders.
With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby
in my arms asleep.
Your Father, Robert had just won California
and “on to Chicago” was his mission.
Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian ,
shot your father in the hotel’s kitchen, near dead.
I sat in Chicago, in tearful disbelief, and all I could
feel was profoundest grief!
Screaming crowds wept as deep crimson-
warm, blood seeped from your father’s head.
And here you are now with your lovely wife and
actress, Cheryl Hines, about to follow in your
Father’s footsteps!
Your voice may sound strange as you are
affected by spasmodic dysphonia.
I am just an extraordinary American because I
do not think one party is a religion whose
Ordinances must be obeyed and kept.
For anyone, who would like to see
Robert Kennedy Jr. Mon, October 9th!
Soupmail me.
Thank you!
Faerie did not want to be president of the meadow of Zee.
He said, “anyone else please, public office is not for me.”
The frog wanted the honor. Absolutely not! Yelled the bee.
The mushrooms were not voting, they are neutral, you see.
The daisies liked the spider and suggested everyone vote for her.
The fly said “Are you crazy? That old reprobate is about to eat me!”
They held an election after Ms. Persnickety’s afternoon tea.
Unfortunately, it was a landslide. Everyone voted for the reluctant faerie.
Our country's history
Soured by a presidency
For thee I mourn.
Land where so many died
Because of foolish pride
Trump's faults I must deride
With words of scorn.
Stripped of our liberty
Mocked as a travesty,
For thee I weep.
Tears fell across the land
Four years in his command,
Democracy was banned.
Mayhem ran deep.
Covid germs filled the air
"Drink bleach," he did declare.
Then sent a throng.
Treason... insurgency
With frantic urgency.
Hostile convergency.
His crime was wrong.
Our country, strong once more
High will your banner soar
From sea to sea.
Your wounds will then be healed.
When Trump's deeds are revealed
Songs across plains and field
We'll sing with glee.
Lady Liberty's torch will slowly solemnly rise
During these sixty-plus days of uncertain sorrows
Before we, the people, can lift our moistened eyes
And think about brighter, more positive tomorrows.
Each day we fear what next dreaded act of desperation
What despicable decision will imperil our future
Even with the new administration in preparation
Each day makes us more and more unsure.
We count unsteady days until the sordid past is history
We try to be encouraged by our newly elected leader
Still we find it extremely difficult to avoid feeling jittery
Its hard to calm our minds long enough to take a breather.
Never in our history have we experienced such a time
While feeling the piercing jabs of loathing on every side
Or found so difficult the mount of right and good to climb
How grateful we are to have Lady Liberty as our guide.
The Obama presidency
He started out promising but fell at the first hurdle
When he tried to give America a health system
That covered the working classes, what’s left is
An insurance system they can ill afford.
He sent back thousands of illegals back, but since
he was the darling of the liberal press little was said.
Once when he had the chance to become great
By declaring Palestine, a free state, he didn’t quite
Make it, and his speech ended in platitude.
He will be remembered as a suave but weak man
Who baulked at the pressure from Israel?
He was not a great statesman but buckled under
The burden and there are little to remember him
By other than what he could have been.
Do rubles rain right into his bank?
Tells many lies, can Trump be frank?
Made appointments, but they stank.
His approval ratings again just sank.
Investigated, so gave Comey yank!
Most now think he’s a hopeless wank.
[just having a little fun at Orange Trumplestiltskin)
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