Trumping Poems - Poems about Trumping

...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......

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...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 toda......

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... See if your whole life flashes before your eyes can you see your death What if eveyone else is thinking the same thing your thinking all the time What if souls never leave the body Now I ......

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...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 glor......

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... 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 u......

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...Don (ta) Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News written September 19th, 2018, and following words still ring (more true) today – exactly six years later. The then forty fifth prez ......

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...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: ......

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... 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 da......

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...Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs ________________________________________ Inspired by life’s goals, winners are int......

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...I came to thee by the Rumbum tree, when you were the height of the grasshopper's knee, Came a trumping sounded as a fruit fell free, landing with a splat, rumbumbly bee! Well you could not beli......

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... We sail on the waves of celestial artistry, with being as our compass- magnetic, sensitive to the touch of love's poetic instrumentali......

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...Brownian motion writ large... within small medium as light brainstorm doth hail forth the following poem. Across the realm of gray matter slowly percolating within tissue composed of neuron......

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...A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice Pandora called triggering helter skelter to get loose necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose to usher at yours t......

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...Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle when off to see a crooked man and woman, whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little pair of mis......

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...A former friend of mine tricked me into becoming something I am not The volunteer President of our condo association, a position I clearly cannot afford midst trifling disassociations. We ......

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