Short Dossier Poems
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Another freaking cold Canadian day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
Another freaking cold Canadian winter's day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
Another freaking cold Canadian winter's day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
Golden Shore
Not only has Trump been totally inept,
Likes golden showers while he slept;
Other odd things;
In sleep he sings,
And at being a big ass is very adept.
This was indicated in a dossier,
I have heard some people say;
Broke laws;
Lost cause;
With him do have much dismay.
Jim Horn
Narrow Minded and Perfunctory
Is short-sighted, narrow minded and perfunctory,
And then Trump inserted lies into his each story;
A weird sort,
Someone did abort;
Only President permanently remaining in purgatory.
Which is worse. Tower of Babel or Tower of Trump
in a golden shower in a dossier.
Jim Horn
One person has read all of my recent poems.
Wonder who it was. Is there a way to find out?
Orange Stained Shower According To Dossier
Trump constantly criticized when he had complained;
Counted disturbing days while in office he remained;
Horrible habits possessed,
While being obsessed;
Shower he then took in Russia was orange stained.
Jim Horn
Trump Came Down Crashing
Trump out in anger has been lashing;
Causes things to come down crashing;
Took a pause;
Then lost cause.
Nude in golden shower when splashing.
Jim Horn
This my 4,545th poem Lived at 4545
Hampshire Avenue from 1951 to 1961
in Norview, Norfolk, VA when I joined
the Air Force in August.
Have to check out his dossier.
The golden road of Oz, sunny beachfront dossier from the calling of the sordid mask, did the mask of Dante peer, into the crump and dough with breadcrumbs in the sunlight bog, for the death of sorrowful faces, the mask does not befog, into the intern when not Hansel, but he bet on the witch, or did Gretel from which gather, that neither pervaded but one was accursed, the morning benumbing of footfalls and sparrows.
Your promises fall to the ground like autumn leaves.
They are like the drops in an ocean, Or the stars in the sky.
The crust on a pie so easily broken.
Your lips may move but the truth stays hidden away.
I dont need lie detectors, Just my ears.
No torture chambers or dossier of lies
No more sons need to die
Always remember a politians promises, Are like snow flakes they will melt away
Until the next illegal war comes to take your young soldiers away
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