Trumping Poems | Examples

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam. 

Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake. 

Protagonists of propaganda.  Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.

Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of  Calamity.  May you find solace  amongst the shameless.

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam. 

Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake. 

Protagonists of propaganda.  Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.

Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of  Calamity.  May you find solace  amongst the shameless.

WAITING IN LIMBO

WAITING IN LIMBO

Sitting on the muddy banks
Of faded realities,
Lingering in the spaces of time,
Lost souls struggle:
Seeking another Dreamer.

Powering pawn brokers,
Tighten their mogering grasp
Beyond the setting sun; 
Leaving frailed victories festering
And waning in winds of change:-

White opiates coagulate,
Flowing black dreams
Of mesmerized minds;
Oblivious to fading freedoms
Chained and rotting away:-

As time and life sag on,
Let’s not be as a drooping bosom
Sagging due to incised-bleeding;
Rather, let’s be as pregnant wombs
Breaking waters of liberating justice:-

Indeed, let’s scream renewed life,
Nourished keloid-ancestral-navels,
Waxed and hardened by sarcasm
Against the trumping-musky rhetoric 
Streaming against democratic equity:-

THE WAY THINGS ARE GOING AND SHOULD NOT BE

Things going the way they are going, is really not good;
For today, things are not going the way they really should:-

Politics is, and will always be, about power and political control;
And today’s politicians are musky mongers, both young and old:-

Time for us to be about going and getting things as they ought to be;
Particularly with the oppressive ways things are trumping on you and me:-

Now is the time for us to be going about us no longer being droned,
By today’s Oppressor Syndrome, having us destroying ourselves and home:-

We can, and must survive, how oppressive things are going on today;
Thus, over the coming years, let’s be about bringing liberation our way:-

Of these things going on today, being united, we have survived worse;
Today, united and aware, let’s get to being about eliminating today’s curse:-

Hey, crying about things being the damn way they are today, is one thing;
Not doing anything about the way they ought to be, is a damn shame:-

Let’s stop going about insulting our ancestors in a “do nothing” shameful way,
And get on to doing what we need to be doing to halt this oppression of today!

In The Silence of The Spirits

They burnt tons of tusks
But the felled beasts
Remained silent still
In the spirit realm
Watching the fire slowly
Consume pieces of themselves

Waiting quietly
In that realm
Where their glorious trumping
Is not perceptible to the living

Waiting patiently
For their brothers, sisters
Sons, daughters and
Pieces of themselves
To join them
In the silence of the spirits

Gift of Recovery

She'd been been beaten, pushed around and abandoned like trash 
without a collar around her neck she was a dog with no name
Dogtrotting slowly behind the back street she licked at her rash  
until a sweet woman appeared, looking ill and riddled with pain;  
two birds of one feather 
tethered    *   together 
trumping bad weather 
Out of the cold she was brought and given a morsel to eat 
she bathed her slowly and gave her, her very own name 
The fire was hot and the hearth was real warm at her feet    
she sang her a song that made her forget all the pain. 
gift of recovery 
given for free 
gabbing with glee  
She barked with joy and her eyes shone like diamonds at night
"Daisy" was finally home and with a master as kind as can be
She now had a collar and someone who treated her right,  
never again was she hurt she was happy and finally carefree.

On Bended Knee

Sword of  
the noble
With fury
unsheathed
Trumping
dishonor
And knaves
unreprieved   

Knighted in 
armor
Endowed
from on high
Legend
heraldic
 With duty
— reprised

(The New Room: September, 2024)

DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU

Rampancy is AI's path to gaining humanity, don't let it happen to you.   

Viruses of rampancy, people of complacency 
artificial stupidity and tendency of reliency
Power of data trumping over human concurrency  
supraventricular electrical impulses, non-consistency !  

Keypad touch, mobile infancy absorbing frequency 
we are lost in the path of dependency 
A colony of monotonous beings, unilateral efficiency 
communicative only on screen the act of flippancy

The soul and heart of us have lost their tendency 
to communicate with word proficiency 
We have become sedentary, lost in robotic Influency 
and our cel phone is a continuous absorbency

Don't let this artificial world cause you despondency
your spirit is in an urgent state of emergency 
Unplug, go meet nature and lose your dependency
talk to one another and give computers less occupancy.

Motion Speaks

Dancing on the fringes
waltzing through the fire
Tango once the step of choice
driven by desire

Life a dark flamenco
words to not intrude
Motion trumping conscious thought
—foxtrot interlude

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

A Woman's Right To Choose

A woman’s decision to choose should
Never have been a matter for the courts
A woman knows, for her, what is best to do
When facing the realities of last resorts.

No pregnancy is possible without a p**is
Will the courts now make a ruling on its use?
Or simply remove the woman’s freedoms,
While letting the man continue to abuse?

Sadly, now, some woman cannot determine
Something that will affect their whole life
Because a few “men of renown” who lied
To gain position, are now promoting strife.

The decision to abolish Roe vs Wade
Must not stand; it is morally reprehensible,
What happens now to the unwanted children?
Obviously, the courts are not very sensible!

Collection of cells trumping living tragedies
Unwanted children who will struggle to exist,
While women’s rights are trampled in mud
Pro-life and pro-choice cannot even co-exist.

Written June 27, 2022
#45 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
July 20, 2022

Leading the Blind

Charted lanes of custom,
 complacency alights
familiarity trumping all
—mindless in the night

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Blinded By the Light

There’s something more valued
than dollars and cents…
humanity trumping pretend

Your mantra has been
that “winning’s enough”
losing yourself in the end

Each attempt to be clever
and self-aggrandize
takes you away from what’s real

The most treasured of things
to be loved and endeared
—your actions can’t borrow or steal

(The New Room: September, 2021)

Bio Bits

Margarita, one multitasking mom,
Tequila on an island  is my calm,
My 3 girls  grew up fast against my will,
Gracing me so with grandma’s novel thrill.
My mighty motto - the glass is half full,
My funny bone remains the trumping tool.
If drear, depressing  downs descend to pry 
Poetic aspirations raise me high.
When infected with a new strain of stress,
I repel  it with an old game of chess.
Theater and music, bohemian buds of mine,
Beat, with applause, world’s best cuisine and wine.
My first language is Russian, Da! Da! Da!
My sweet homeland  - Toronto, Canada.
(Disclaimer: Putin breached dark deep hole, shameful and sore 
Plaguing humanity with yet another war).
A rolling stone, not dwelling on the past,
I tied the knot one more time, third but last.
Salut! That’s how my bio highlights go
Last not least - my last, last name - Lillico! ! 

July 2, 2021

Trumping Covid Out

Reading all the news
I sit here and reflect,
All those people said “he’s sick”-
Now currently correct.

President in quarantine
And his trophy wife,
What a marriage they do have-
Such quality of life.

Though they’ll have the best of care
I’m not at all desirous, 
The super model nudist 
And the husband who’s a virus.

Good USA people
Just know when you’re in doubt
He may die-oh why oh why
Or “Trump” the Covid out!

'adieu'

The light gets richer
approaching the end

Warmth trumping distance
—goodbye an old friend

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

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