Sadly he died. Tennis court side' a critc of Novac
And proponent of fact checks, many years stating
Scores checking stats, opening doors grand slam
Tours. newsroom floors.' Maybe often in make-up?
Gave many a take-up. dead, now at the Davis cup
To be sure!.And good words from 'the champion'
Whose name. has been 'stamped upon' the cup just
Time and again ..Djocavic's not being held
This time. a hotel prisoner, just for speaking his mind
On truth as he sees it.' On God given health by design'
Mike Dickenson, sure gave it him; large' by volleys of
Inches and yards, because he beleived i suppose? In all
Of the vitrolic prose.' And then again? his d m; was also
pushing real hard.'
Categories:
pundit, appreciation, assonance,
Form: Rhyme
The arrogant despise his arrogance.
The proud detest his pride.
The corrupt criticize his corruption.
The immoral spurn his immorality.
He is hated by those who hate,
rejected by those who reject
and judged by those who judge.
But heat has raised their dross
in the cauldron of words
making if float for all to see.
What claimed purity
is now revealed
as polluted.
What was appealing
is now covered
with its own imperfection.
They pretend to be sentinels of right,
night watchmen preserving peace
in darkened streets,
While failing to recognize him,
the one they want to kill,
as one of their own.
Categories:
pundit, political,
Form: Free verse
THE PUNDIT CLAN
Discriminating facts of a pundit clan
Soliciting for righteousness with a tainted garment
Days are aids, but couldn’t travel
Your table would have been filled with guilt
Men desired to be classed I certain class
Wanting to ride on the wind of pride
Manner proves no class, still with a class
Traveling on the wind of nature above shame
The day would one day deny a pundit several days
Their claim would see no light
Claimed facts would appeared a traveller like its origin
Buries along source in shame.
Categories:
pundit, discrimination,
Form: Ode
A lot of the limericks I’ve known
Were composed for adult ears alone.
I guess that applies
To this one likewise,
If the final word makes you all grown.
Categories:
pundit, funny, humor, humorous, poems,
Form: Limerick
Pan: Betel. Or quintessentially creole, made anew, pan-American music
Aloo: also Native American, the staff of life, versatile with curry
Naan: often translated roti, chapati, dhaalpuri, but not rotisserie
Dholak: the drums that doubled (not Doubles) as tassa, for Hosay
I : I, too, know bitter sugar, the syrupy blood of plantations
Tasted: Tasted the brotherhood of the boat, in another middle passage
Appointments: with pen. She is a better pendit than Claude McKay, CLR, VS ...
Categories:
pundit, 12th grade, allegory, america,
Form: Acrostic
Pussy Cat Pundit
Things in world are off the wall and redundant,
And I myself happen to be a Pussy Cat Pundit;
Am God fearing;
Comments hearing
From Trump about woman that are repugnant.
Heard Billy Bush giggling who later was fired.
Amazing. and for President Trump was hired.
Remember Tom Jones and Pussy Cat?
Jim Horn
Categories:
pundit, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
This little preschooler sounded very precocious.
Unlike many adults, she seemed quite perspicacious.
This little girl was frank and honest with her word.
She did not seem to care about how she was heard.
The unexpected statement I could hear loud and bold.
It came from someone not more than three or four years old.
The little child was clear and easy to understand.
The father just smiled and took her by the hand.
The mother may have deemed her daughter uncouth.
However, the girl’s voice uttered unmitigated truth.
In only three words, this kid said it all.
She spoke at a food court in a shopping mall.
The short statement coming from this little pundit,
was the unmistakably heard “It’s all ********”.
Categories:
pundit, daughter, family, people,
Form: Rhyme