The Senate’s That Way
By J.R. Wren
To this lens say this, to that mic say that
In the hall smile big, but scowl on the floor
Gold rings and tie bling, look to the big cat
Appear to work hard. None see, “Hit the door!”
“Remove the Tycoon, as soon as you can.”
Crumpling paper will make good news of fray
“The Deep should be heeded, obey the man!”
Everyone knows the Senate’s that way
The lower floor says, “those states should be blue”
Steal, Mull o’er, Crumpled Paper. And Cellar.
“Votes don’t matter! Paper, say what we say is true!”
“Here the Articles! Celebrate and beller.”
“It’s Urgent! It can wait till -- come what may”
You with the gavel, the Senate’s that way!
Passing the Moon
Flies the wicked witch
Over the White House
Squatting on broom stick
Casting a spell
Vigorously stirs the pot
Abracadabra
Collusion it's not
Behind bars
Disciples pay the price
For the love of money
They are the sacrifice
In this witch hunt
Circulating Capitol Hill
It's the Salem trials
All over again
pure and innocent was the founding
not a witch, death outstanding
family relief at sister’s drowning
Rhyme - Whimsical Fantasy Contest: 3 Lines Writing Challenge Oct 2018
Written 10-28-2018 Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
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Forego thy demons, none would be found here
Such guile belies the pleasure of the young
Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,
so will thy measure see the pious hung
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06/08/2018
They’ve all brought their picks, hoes, shovels and spades,
Ready to dig a new hole,
And dig everywhere, no thought for what’s right,
No thought for the truth they’ve been told,
About lies that were uttered, about not fitting in,
About her lie to make her belong,
To the idea of being part of what she believed,
Even though her belief was all wrong,
Still, wishing for more, which everyone owns,
They dig through all of his dirt,
Not caring about the trouble he had to endure,
Not caring for how much he hurt,
So they dig with no thought for the damage they do,
No thought for what’s healthy and right,
No thought for the feelings of all that’s involved,
The mobs on a witch hunt tonight.
Witch Hunt We Will Go
On a witch hunt we all will go;
On another and another did go;
Looked over there;
Then everywhere;
Had found Trump and told you so.
Jim Horn
so i guess im a witch
well thats all okay
cuz you never will catch me
anyway
for i fade into mist
and i slide past your fists
with my magical twists
do i even exist?
cuz i escape your grasp
with a single little clasp
of a tiny little glass
holding potions made of grass
i will fade into the night
with a new prey in my sight
like an animal take flight
for a new eternal fight
Student’s minds dried up
Nation’s test scores are spoiled
Hang the Teachers high
By Robb A. Kopp
The court room adjourned
No new evidence was learned
Taken thence and burned
By Robb A. Kopp