Have you ever known a sorer loser than Donald J. Trump?
Still going around the country promoting his big lies,
Unable to deal with his most evident political demise
The GOP is still asking how high he wants them to jump!
Such a disgusting narcissist, he’s still promoting his scam
He cannot bear to be a common citizen like the rest of us
He’ll throw anyone who disagrees with him under the bus
As to the American people, he really doesn’t give a damn.
He has done so much to promote divisiveness in our land
Yes, on January 6th, he encouraged a political insurrection,
Attempted to overthrow a free and fair presidential election
Thank God, it did not go as he and his followers planned.
Will the American people foolishly allow his return to power?
I think not; in fact, I do not believe he’ll seek his former seat
He could not bear to go down in another humiliating defeat
Our country will be better off if he retreats to his ivory tower.
Written May 21, 2022
Categories:
sorer, perspective, political,
Form: Rhyme
You Were My Whiskey;
And never mild those wild dead women.
And doing all of that on sinking ships.
Each one was you,
I drank one more.
Who knelt unseen and wild each kiss,
I miss the most between,
closed doors.
I cannot move,
from deep inside your couch,
I am some head,
you hang your hat and both, we search for.
While on your knees,
I think and then I think some more.
Each time I cough,
your lips grow tighter, I grow sorer still.
Brown bags lay emptied,
Wanting more of that cough syrup, over there.
I look at you,
you look at me and we are both the same.
Eyes that glow
and each red slit a fire that melts us both inside.
Those deep black circles, fraught by flame,
I touch your eye it does not move
inside it's socket, now glazed shut.
Mercy me, and sweet that nun.
Honey how She knew,
and he rose up and simply walked away.
The habits bad and neither stay.
and whiskeys better, as you empty every bottle.
And here we sit again alone,
sharing wild forgotten kisses on the floor.
a.s.
Categories:
sorer, absence,
Form: Burlesque
"Amazing Grace"
Life was throwing rocks.
My bruises were getting sorer,
I reaped what l sow when l saw the wrath of Saul in my soul,
Dear God, being of the flesh is a humungus task, thus he went to hell and back for my sins l shall forever busk onto his merciful cloak.
I had to become a Postulant.
The devils set traps for me and my loved ones like he did with Job so my faith can be examined.... Well bad news for you lucifer l am not one to give up for l know that my redeemer lives!
I shall rise again and again until the heavens take me.
I shall speak of his existence and Miracles and no amount of pain can silence me for my God is powerful through Christ l am sancro-sanctified.
Categories:
sorer, baptism, care, christian,
Form: Free verse
Long ago
I died
I wished only
To suckle from your breast
I dreamed only to hold you
As you would embrace me to rest
I dreamed that love
Would set us both free
You denied me the fairy tale
You robbed your own broken heart
Now, we are both the poorer
The mourning makes us both the sorer
The canary sings when the new morning rings
The sun rises, and a young lovers smile rises
You are there
I am here
The road of one, still has room
Wonder when the cloud will lift the gloom
I have died long ago
No need to breathe on dead old leaves
If only the scar on the heart
Would open up
Only then could the rainbows sing
Letting the sunshine in
The blood would tumble and flood the floor
Flowing right out that heartless door
There I would be in soldier grey
Ready for the battle to make love stay
Into my arms, you would faint
I would stare and unspoken I would paint
The first small kiss you would awake
Open the book, so that verses we could make
Categories:
sorer, bereavement, death, introspection, jewish,
Form: Couplet
There is no greater darkness now than the desert sun,
…no sorer sight for her mournful eyes than this,
An apocalyptic jumble of craters and rippling dunes,
The corpses of skyscrapers, the fetuses of malls,
All of them half-buried by the shifting sands…
It speaks to her of Hell, this yellow-ochre world,
Of demons and death and slow decay
It whispers in her ear, a death rattle, a death knell,
Until she shudders and retreats into her earphones,
Into those two slender cords that are her only escape…
Obedient the music rises, drums in her ears,
Rumbling like the thunder of the distant sea she misses,
It is a grateful reprieve…
And yet nothing can drown out the visions she sees,
No matter how much she wishes her eyes sewn shut, no matter
How she squints and peers, searching for beauty, a scrap of it,
A morsel of loveliness for her starving soul amidst this abyss,
These devouring dunes of ugly marching doom dominate,
Oppress, they loom over her like titans, ready to collapse in a wave
Of golden fire and swallow her whole, until she can see the sky no more…
Categories:
sorer, angst, death, loss, nature,
Form: Free verse