Short Elect Poems
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Placed
as
a son,
elect and
chosen for a task-
a future destiny in view
Read more of my paraphrase @ Ep 1:5 et al
J-ust
E-lect
S-avior
U-sed
S-ingle
C-hurch
H-e
R-ightfully
I-ntroduced
S-preading
T-ruth
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Let intelligence be your currency, your wealth and your ambition,
Elect reasoning to be your yardstick, your goal and your religion.
Expect?
Reject!
Perfect?
Connect!
Object?
Reflect!
Suspect?
Neglect!
Respect?
Correct!
Inflect?
Elect!
Good Day!!!!
Election Eve
By Franklin Price
11/7/2016
Election eve's upon us
Tomorrow is the day
We will elect a president
That's all I have to say
being poor
still can open the door
not all about money
someone calls you honey
its about no doudt
who can pass that test
SO
ELECT THE BEST
In choosing between the world and love,
if you elect the world
you will not have love,
if you prefer love,
You might even conquer the world...!
When facts are misnomers
and life is just numbers
When the cards are stacked
and our conscience is hacked
When we elect kingpins
The house always wins
S-elect
A-nd
C-hoose
H-eavenly
I-mage
E-agerly
A-ccepting
B-eauty
A-bout
D-ear
Topic: Birthday of Sachie Abad (May 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
If I could live life over again
And choose one thing never to do
I'd elect to never complain ~
Selecting gain over pain, wouldn't you
She just has a little cough cousin says.
I think Covid19 will make you dead.
Come over she offers
I think of the coffers.
Elect to stay sheltered in place, instead.
Elect To Select and Inspect
Out of each item we should select,
Item which we do want to inspect;
Each article;
Then particle;
Make sure they are always correct.
JimHorn
He said, Elect me and I’ll bring CHANGE
Take from the rich and give to the poor
Now it turns out his CHANGE is quit strange
Everyone is worse off than before
I often wonder why Election Day
is not on the fourth Thursday
of November...
I, for one, would like a chance to select
~ a whole bunch of 'turkeys-elect'
When Trump Will Elect
As President Trump they would elect;
On country did have a dynamic effect;
Close the border;
Create disorder;
With all his nonsense us he did infect.
Jim Horn
After the elect
Sailed through the milky river
Christ, the golden lamb
Shined through them in daylight blue
Like Omicron Velorum
Inspired by the Manichaean hymn "Hymn of the Bodies in Paradise"
While the ballots are disseminated,
why not feed two birds with one feeder?
[(Checkmark)] Anti Elect This Candidate/Representative
Additiinal Comment space, write below.
~(Get this shatouttahere ! )
Universe phase
Navigate hell's maze
Heaven accepts elect
By Jesus perfect!
God holds dear
Rid fear
With Jesus no concern
About hell to burn
Witness to each other
Bind heven, sister, brother
Form:
donald wants another war
so his base will re-elect him
bankruptcy is his specialty
his goal is to destroy common sensibilities
maybe be a dictator
captain america
and remake it
in his image
stan sand
The newest student in class
The just-hired employee
The representative-elect
The groom and bride-to-be
All of them enthusiastic
All of them gung-ho
Within a few months or so
Where does that spirit go?
Exclusive wise men merely elect the poetry road.
On a mysterious slate, visionaries upload.
They scarcely observe chalk fixed to class desks.
His odd name is etched with crucial specks.
God Said Sweet Son (Daughter) Should Select
God said sweet son (daughter) should select;
Which had a correct and tremendous effect;
We will want,
After hunt;
He (She) as perfect president we would elect.
Jim Horn
Tomorrow is Election Day
Hurray!
No more attack ads
An end to hyperbolae
and unproven accusations...
We'll throw out a few bums
Elect some new ones
Two years later ~
They'll all beat the same drums
As Usual Again
As usual again write poem could not resist;
America to me still does seems so sexist;
A woman not time;
Would be big crime,
And elect another male they had to insist.
Jim Horn
Horn Political Poem Series.
brimstones in the moring light
yellow tissues in jagged flight
buttercup,yellow cowslip
together mixed in fellowship
all
creative yellow to enthuse
one hue we artists* always elect to choose