Short Trumped Poems
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Hope trumped last
a prisoner of death
A final capitulation
—devil’s ransom beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Hope trumped last…
a prisoner of death
A final capitulation
—devil’s ransom beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Donald Trump is Putin's puppet
In fact he's just a fool.
He was hoping for a Nobel peace prize
But finished up with sod all.
won't you
vote Cthulhu
in twenty
twenty four
for four
years
of and
for the
Greater Evil
than the
lesser
two?
Some say the first lady's a looker
Trumped up by funds that bank book her
Just there for effect
She is a sex object
In retrospect she's a hooker
oh my lord a story so stark
familiar hoof marks stab at a monarch
do what you must
passion will always trump lust
donald will not draw my ballot mark
The comments we like for dessert
Are iambs that writers here blurt
But eating foul crunch
That slaughtered lambs munch
Tastes toxic like trumped-up bad dirt
TOILING THESE TOUGH TIMES
Trumped towers tilting
Towards treacherous times:
Tenacity taught:-
Today’s themes, true trials:
Thundering tribulations,
Tremendously testing:-
While playing the card game “Euchre”
The phrase you've been “Trumped” causes furor
Yanks have been thumped
Or perhaps “Trumped”
It's not just a card game, it's much crueler
His name was trumped,
thrown into a blender of ridicule,
and mixed up into a hilarious
combination.
Now,
the world,
glued to the T.V.,
was shocked to see him triumph
with Millennial wonder!
Trump Subpoena With Addenda
Trumped drowned people from a marina,
And then later he was issued a subpoena;
To our surprise,
It included lies;
Attached to it had been a lot of addenda.
Jim Horn
Each day is a frustrating adventure in futility
Tolerating such weird behavior is incomprehensible
The man at the helm
Is spitting out phlegm
Normal just ain't in his realm of possibility
April showers bring May flowers and weather breezy
This year April snow has brought us all to our kneesies
What the hell
Something smells
Must be Trumpie, disturbing the scheme of thingsies
April showers bring May flowers and weather breezy
This year April snow has brought us all to our kneesies
What the hell...
Something smells
Must be Trumpie, disturbing the scheme of thingsies
The White House, run by strict hierarchy
Lambasts Russia’s alleged oligarchy
Putin claims to be stumped
But Biden has him Trumped
Grins like mad and says ~ ‘Bunch of malarkey!’
Continuous,
Venomous,
E. Pluribus,
Ludicrous.
They proved that Trumped is very venomous
Our poor country as well as Unum e. pluribus,
And oh no;
Again we go;
As usual he is talking and looking ludicrous.
Jim Horn
Here is how I accepted the challenge.
Sirene of life
We embrace the cry
Thus adieu with tears
Every newborn must cry
Every newborn must die
Every new time must fade
From the strings of minor
To the trumped of major
We adieu with tears
Sirene of death
Sings and slices fear
Thus divorce thy life
Top trumped, no surprise by the leaders of others
Rumbled by common sense, but his followers meld
Undoubtedly the time is nigh, when trump tower is felled
Momentous Presidency words and his rambling on
Proof that such in office, his song simply doesn't belong.
IN AND OF TRUE DESTINY
Galvanized in faith,
Let us navigate onward:
Destiny waiting:-
True justice, let’s keep seeking:
Its arrival, God insured:-
Injustice trumped out,
We shall reflect equity:
True justice shining:-
Resowing democracy,
Greatness shall be rereaped:-
He thought he was king of the pack
And told all his team he'd be back.
But what a kerfuffle
When after the shuffle
He found he'd no ace but a Jack!
20.11.20
( For the purpose of the contest only - no political comment!)
'Out On A Lim Poetry Contest'
Sponsor -Joseph May
We often forget those who remain
Focused on those whom we love
blinded by trumped-up stories of love
Intoxicated and bewitched
but thumb their noses toward us
And don’t appreciate everything we give
So cherish those people
who remained in your darkest
watched you in silence
Loved you from afar
We must not be doomed;
Our life's nature must not be
A musky Eden:-
We must re-plow the nation,
And rose-garden democracy:-
Every day, we must
Overcome trumped-up evil,
And its musky scent:-
Let's not be tesla door dashes
Into political hell:-
Remember, each day
Has its tomorrow;
Oppression must not!
Let's make our tomorrow sweet;
Void of musky politics:-
In the breaking light of dawn,
in a photograph - we kiss.
It's to your inner light I'm drawn,
while cursing fate, and chances missed...
Wrapped in thought, and solitude,
sweet lies trumped by bitter truth.
The road it forks,and one way taken,
now questions over dreams foresaken...
A puzzling gauntlet of how, when and why?
You were my favorite hello,
and my hardest goodbye...
Copyright © 2011
Today's weird zeitgeist,
lived streaming every day,
awaits its Emmy:
Historically, scripting
well played powering mongering:-
Musky history,
trumped-up and well-acted out;
penned and recorded:-
Many evils have emmies;
Check recorded history:-
Reading history,
is different from living the tale;
truth never dies out:-
Click on Breaking News and see,
These bold words' reality!
Shook Up When His Hands Had Shock
At Trump's two small hands, we did look;
Were shook up when his hands we shook;
Breath did take;
Mistake make;
Down drain had found us flushing his book.
Only someone with long loose tool,
Would go to a trumped up school;
Head banged,
Then hanged;
Used thin thread dangling from spool.
His head was so light that he could be
hung with thin thread.
Jim Horn