Internet mania, a double-edged sword,
Prez campaigns, fun nor frolic can afford,
Memes may make huge buzz,
But few votes for the fuss,
Fans may turn sudden foes,
And goodwill sooner goes,
Look at Trump, he now whimpers who ere roared.
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Happenings |03.08,2024| political, USA
Poet’s note: kamala Harris may have turned a phenomenon, or rather a ‘feminomenon’ at present to command a lot of fun and froth on social media. The question is would they turn into actual votes in November? One hopes, she does not become a victim like Hillary Clinton. Prez campaigns cannot hinge on coconut jokes.
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az
'round the guardz
mine
cheated
circling their spy
unto her side
i whispered
"i love you"
she pulled the mic
close
she whispered
"oh so cliche"
hern pretty winked
and continued
"hey edvard
i love you too"
Cold creeps
from swift whirlwinds
left me quivering with chattered teeth
and drenching with sweat.
Trumpeting;
foreshadow of war.
There I was
aghast on the battlefield
accoutered with no armor or shield
and no cavalrymen to deploy;
ashen with fear.
Venomous arrowheads
seared me with scars
as a sword ravaged my heart.
I yielded in anguish
at the acme of predicament,
kneeling forth my adversary.
My soul roared with rage
as it set ablaze in the cage.
Scorched by the flames;
fire streamed through my veins,
unveiling my chaste
and awakening the spirit within.
With the might of a warrior
I perished my nemesis,
alias; the demons in the mind.
Dawn abrupt in the azure sky;
denoting the apogee of valor.
As Those Western Blue Skies Up And Roared
Cowboy rode his horse, gentle on the reins
crossing hot prairie, while in lonesome pains
yet rainbow song played in beating heart
for soon he and his love, would never part.
She a beauty with only eyes for he
with an eager love larger than a sea
her gentle touch, her lips gave sweet treasure
she gave hope, in an unequal measure.
From hill crest he soon saw her standing there
in her radiant glow, nothing more fair
spurring faithful mount, to her arms he went
to ravenous angel heaven surely sent!
As those western blue skies up and roared
Cowboy knew Love, he had truly scored!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-20-2019
Sonnet, ( Across The Burning Hot Desert He Rode )
My first car was a thirty-seven Ford
It would do all of forty-five when floored
The horn played Little Bo Peep
Had straight pipes on the old heap
Cops not amused as about town I roared
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 1 in Carol Brown's "My First Car" Contest - March 2012
She's a woman, he's a man
He likes sex and she likes fame.
Devil's voice is over them
Shouting hard: "I love the MAN"
Moonlight comes switching the ends
He's a woman, she's a man.
God all mighty goes to sleep
Devil comes and eats the chick
Man is sad, he wants revenge,
Moonlight comes switching the ends
He's a wolf, devil's a man,
Moonlight hides, they fight till end
The wolf ate the man at noon
And roared for hours at the moon!