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Truman

Let me tell you a story:
I met a man at the corner store, he told me “that’s how the cookie crumbles”
As he stumbles out the fkin door, with a whore, shoes untied
So, I gave him a thumbs up like; “say no more”
This life, I swear it’s a joke
don’t make sense,
Now dude is right next door

Categories: truman, deep, inspirational love, life,
Form: Rhyme

Truman

I wept, and I sighed...the day that he died 
We were the "Bestest" friends all of his life 
Our friendship was pure, that can't be denied 
Even though, he slept next to my ex-wife 
He never, ever...caused me any strife 
We would take long walks, spend hours in the park 
As we ran side-by-side, till

Categories: truman, dog, friendship,
Form: Dizain

Harry S Truman Haiku

HARRY S TRUMAN HAIKU
   IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT MAN SINGS
On an August day
Little Boy came out to play
blew a town away.

One more August day
Fat Man dropped in for a date
changed the hands of fate.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa  the doylestown poet

Categories: truman, abuse, america, anger, war,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Ballad of Truman Brown

Near an Arkansas town lives a man, Truman Brown
in the steep Ozark hills we call home.
Lack of yield from the earth takes its toll on his psyche
and he dreams of the freedom to roam.

His kids work by his side with their mom, a sweet soul.
None suspect devil traits from his bent.
Though his anger inside swells

Categories: truman, husband, murder, wife,
Form: Ballad

Harry S Truman Haiku

HARRY S TRUMAN HAIKU
   (IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT MAN SINGS)
On an August day
Little Boy came out to play
blew a town away.

One more August day
Fat Man dropped in for a date
changed the hands of fate.
 ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Categories: truman, political, august,
Form: Haiku

Bess and Harry Truman

Husband Harry was well known for using earthy language now and then.

   He used a not so nice word other than "crap" over and over again!

Bess heard that term so often that it became hard for her to endure.

   Said she, "I'm trying to get him to clean up his act

Categories: truman, funny,
Form: Clerihew

Harry Truman

When Harry read his copy of The Washington Post he began to fume!

   A lousy review of daughter Margaret's vocal talent was written by a Mr. Hume.

In a torrid letter Harry told Hume where he could go,

   Adding he'd need a lot of steak for black eyes and perhaps a supporter

Categories: truman, funny,
Form: Clerihew

The Truman Theory

Beauty tells the story 
Of days we were younger
Come join the famine
Lose someone
Beneath the sands
At the Tip of your toes
A touch of the gods
Join the war
And lose someone 

Bridges
They mend
The things that god 
Cannot touch
Rivers
They separate
The stenches
That man 
cannot rid of

Join the war 
Lose someone
Among the worst
mercenary’s 
Those of us
Who were careless
of wanted whispers
Join the

Categories: truman, hope, life, loss, music,
Form: Verse

Uss Harry S. Truman

Aboard Harry S Truman, CVN 75
Monumental battle ship, 
Within her hull, she seemed alive

Floating city, hauling a deadly airstrip
Creating peace, in the middle East, with the fatal Tomcat
Crew headed for a six month defensive trip

American flag flown, in every sea, ready for combat
Internal soul is her combined crew
Carrying out orders, no rest-weary, ready for attack

Prowlers,

Categories: truman, adventure
Form: Terza Rima

Truman Skills

the web reaches out
the faint,hold heart and real'ize
the party over

Categories: truman, art,
Form: Haiku

Dream Song For Harry Truman

You must not have believed
in the death of poets.

A harpsichord wind 
plays the bare, coral trees
in an ashen sky.

Songs sing like passive seas
honed red with remembering.

You are ancient Aztec,
edged flint--
yet you burn in us
as we slide down your back,
wooden curls rising,
jigging on knuckles.

All things must fit, Harry.

Bridges wane, catching your slide
to darkness, your rediscovery--
face burned

Categories: truman, history, introspection, nostalgia, people,
Form: Free verse