Short Nominee Poems
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farewell
stepping down
less one this ticket
empathy for our country
the torch is passed, age has revealed its sly self
Nestled masses as one
Not filibustering
New passive rhetorics
Not one undermining
Nurtures minds of masses
No vision left undone
Never-ending service
They hate her laugh
They hate her style
They hate her staff
They hate her guile
They hate her swagger and generous grin
But above all else,
They hate she just may win!
A Supreme Court nominee named Brett
Faced every challenge he'd ever met---
'Til Ms. Christina Ford
Tried to settle a score---
Why worry? Tiger Woods' sun hasn't set!
Introducing the Democrats' presumptive Presidential nominee
A fine, decent, virtuous family man, Mr. Joseph Biden
What's this? Sexual assault charges?
Hmph! Another sexual predator in hidin'
Hillary Presumptive Democratic Nominee
Sounds like a disease her supporters
like me are infected by.
Where She wants to be
Is Presumptive Nominee
Heard said with much glee.
James Excited Delighted Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Form:
Obama and Romney
Barrack Obama
Tracked down terror mastermind Osama
And then trounced Mitt Romney
A mere Presidential nominee.
Poor Romney had lots of money
At times funny with promises like honey
But popular trend he couldn’t buck
It did really suck.
29/ Nov/12
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: PD’s Clerihew contest.
Coyote, Wile E.
Is my cartoon character nominee
For being the most frustrated loser
Using Acme products made him a self-abuser
Roadrunner
Made this Looney Tune much funner
When he caused Wile E to fall off a cliff
hit by a boulder, he was flattened and stiff.
September 17, 2021
Cleritoons Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Am Starting to See
Am starting to see
Trump will not be nominee
Surely only me.
Did humiliate
To win one more delegate
Then can celebrate.
Poor way to do things
And horrible song he sings
Then whole house done brings.
One more song like that
We would like to knock him flat
Make lip become fat.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
You are the great dame who gives to human ,a birth,
and seems like representative of god on Earth.
Womens you are the memoriable god gift,
knowing your duty well ,you properly lift.
Matrons you are the synonym of the word kind,
thought world without women is really like a blind.
Thankful to god for such great dame creation,
i think all women's are the nominee of appreciation.
The doctor in the headlights is Debra Birx
Obama's nominee! Is that a quirk? --
Now that she works for Trump
Pelosi wants to lump --
Birx in with pseudo-science quacks and jerks
Dr. Deborah L. Birx was nominated by
then-President Barack Obama, and easily
confirmed by the U.S. Senate, to be the
United States' Global AIDS Coordinator.
(Were you opposed to her then, Nancy?)
The Court, they report,
Will be coming up short
When Kennedy leaves
(Plans nobody can thwart).
We’ll see who will be
Chosen as nominee,
Surely someone divisive,
I can guarantee.
The fears that appear
From the left will steer clear
Of conservatives’ hopes
That the old days draw near.
This split, I submit,
Means we’ll all take a hit
As the country unravels;
A bad time to quit.
A legacy for a father
waiting uninspired
Painted by the numbers
paternity required
Angel guardian my lost friend
orphanage exile
Free me on this darkest night
lead me through denial
Empty titled nominee
robbers roost to hide
Salutation waits unborn
seeded but unrhymed
Grand-Pere whose master’s voice
birthed my infant scrawl
Fill me once then fill me twice
— to sire and enthrall
(The New Room: June, 2024)
stepp'n down from presidency ~Kamala, de facto nominee
Kamala means lotus flower~accent on Ka,' Zen power
top of the ticket changed~ but the message remains the same
fight for freedom at fifty-nine ~her belly laugh we love, smiles of sunshine
here to stay~as prosecutor put predators away
potential Harris picks~for vice president as time ticks
The election year, it's upon us again,
We must decide once again who will win.
The media is misleading, and often quite crude,
The candidates themselves are liars, and lewd.
The rally's are exciting, and full of good fun,
But things do get ugly, before it's all done.
It's become a real circus, with villains and clowns,
But a decision must be made in our cities and towns.
Do you vote for the corrupt nominee wearing blue,
Or go for the red, in his political debut?
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.