Short Ballots Poems
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Trump specifically detailed
How to delay ballots mailed
"Make America Great"
by generating hate?
The Trump Administration FAILED!
Trump has smeared our Snail Mail with slime
Insisting it is not a crime
Ballots need inspection
To win an election
And Biden may die with more time!
Deadlier than bullets ballots become if the interests of the few and not of the many serve!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
25 October 2016
There once were some voters from here
With factual knowledge unclear
Once in voting booths
Without simple truths
Picked with whom they'd rather drink beer
Came 2008
the voters ran to cast their ballots
this election was for sure the one
if not by now know the mistake you made
and ignorance is bliss
then you need know nothing more
Form:
While the ballots are disseminated,
why not feed two birds with one feeder?
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~(Get this shatouttahere ! )
And the Winner is ..........
I knew the outcome long ago
counting ballots a waste
just for show
Democracy lost, bought for billions galore
your new President
the same as before
Netanyahu
more dead children and babies
the real election outcome
was never a maybe
Shakespeare said, “make
pieces of the beast and his
confederates”
My parents voted
today - filling out and then
casting their ballots.
It was a pleasing
privilege - even as an
anxious observer.
Their two small darts at
the heart of the snarling beast.
Saints let them strike true.
Who Elected Recent Presidents
By Franklin Price
2/1/2016
Who elected recent presidents?
My guess is you don't know
It was not the ones who voted
But the ones who did not go
If you are of the majority
Whose ballots end up blank
Don't be disenchanted with results
You only have yourself to thank
It is said that our ballots are secret
And that is the way we should keep it
A trip to the polls
No chads, marks, or folds
Just some deft sleight of hand to delete it
They vote early and often
Some vote from the coffin
A nod and a wink
Was it blue or soft pink
There’s a bucket right here to put that in
deportation statements during time
observe pulitzer worthy escape by decree ego
overlap
deportation of "homeless immigrants"
census fraud
is not a measure of goverment in california
re segregated aggregated data is not a constitutional law
being held
deportation hmis
creation of absence ballots in population control ownership agenda's
I’m tired of reading articles
About Election Day.
There’s nothing new that anybody
In the world can say.
Opinions, mostly set in stone,
Are not about to budge
And hopefully, November 5th,
Our ballots get to judge.
I can’t wait ‘til it’s over,
Though I’m trying hard to hope
That whichever way the wind blows,
Those who lose will somehow cope.
...is what we've called a poverty
been kept from those who work?
For shaming those remembered
from a consequence of shirk?
That every man remembered
is a tribute to a fall?
So that every man who's working
can belong to serve us all?
Knowing what a vote can get us
for a country to remain?
When they're counting all the ballots
for the politics of stain?
In black town a ballot cast,
In black town a ballot cast,
Ballots come in bullock carts,
Bullets come in black cars,
Bullets eat ballots,
Bullets eat ballots,
In black town,
When ballots in around,
Bullets come surround,
Bullets come in black cars,
Black town in bullet scars,
Bullets eat ballots,
Bullies eat ballots,
In black town!
Non sense, non sense all non sense
Along the way criticism makes no sense
Psalms of encouraging lights
Perish beliefs across entire sites
Your neglect in tones or silence
Cast the angst onto nirvana ballots
Voodoo statements erasing rational fallacies
Was all I hear from value absentees.
System prisoners shooting silent farts
Request the odds to alter non-oscillating stands.
Form:
Fungus Solarium
mushroom
sun room
Give them Voting Rights
Shallots’
Ballots
To Crush it!
Shallot
mallet
Flooded Veggie
Spinach
in ditch
Romantic Invitation
Meet me,
Sweet pea
Don’t Let it Into Salad
Hard chard
is barred
Scarred for Life
The chard
was marred
Sweet-potato Grazers
Two lambs
chew yams
Stink Weed
Garlic
Charlock
Hello, Red Fellow
I greet
my beet
When I read scripture,
pass by a temple,
synagogue or church,
a public meeting space,
a sacred nightly pub place,
Do I look first for what God hates,
or why and how and when and where S/He loves?
Do I look for reasons
to explode more profitable secular bullets
or focus in on seasons
regathering His/Her sacred synergetic ballast,
resilient resident ballots cast
for EarthTribe's long-term happier healthier wealth?
To the victors go the spoils, or so they say
It's a rarity when losers have their way
Though the Democrat-fueled Mueller investigation
took $32m dollars from the taxpayers of our nation
Come now questions 'bout the recent election
Late mail-in ballots neither signed nor sealed
Hours-long gaps in vote counts, something concealed
But to the victors go the spoils, as they say
~ The issues brushed aside; Dems get their way
Atime for wooing voters
selling dreams
Floating manifestos
A season of paying whirlwind visits
To the farthest corner of
constituency
Time for defacing walls with posters,
polluting public mind with party propaganda
For buying ballots with petty gifts:
Blankets,wine bottles,currency notes
A carnival for double voting,shanghaing,
murdering rival candidates-
A platform for indulging into polemics,
mudslinging.
Demagogue's favourite festival
Let ballots rise like morning light,
Not shadows cast in silent night.
Let every voice be freely heard,
Each promise kept, each counted word.
No fear, no force, no hidden hand,
Should twist the will across the land.
For power gained through honest choice
Gives hope its strength, gives peace its voice.
When votes are true and justice stands,
The nation rests in trusted hands.
For freedom lives where fairness reigns—
And democracy its soul retains.
The day before we cast our votes
I sit here and reflect
On how we make our choices
For the person we select.
We read the news, we watch debates,
We listen and we choose,
In hopes that if our nominee
Wins out, we’ve less to lose.
It doesn’t always work that way,
For anyone with brains
Must know we really cannot trust
What’s said in most campaigns.
Yet still, on this Election Day,
We’ll cast our doubts aside
And register our ballots
With our conscience as our guide.
Cells held secret ballots in my bones,
voting for mutiny in whispers.
Cancer, that drunk architect,
scribbled collapse into my blood's blueprint.
They built black gardens in my lungs,
where breathing became a treasonous act.
Tumours whittled my ribs into broken bridges,
pinned eviction notices on my veins.
Every chemo drip was a gamble—
waging war against a traitor
that wore my own face.
Hair fell like forgotten promises.
This was no battle to win;
only a siege to outlast.