Marco, Marco quite the fellow
Seems your word is firm as Jello
Once you scorned him
Now you’ve joined him
Your once blue blood turned to yellow
Hillary dillery naughty, naughty
Don’t be coy and don’t be haughty
We know that you had no faith
That your Emails would be safe
Emails draw those prying eyes
Keep them from Department spies
So, Inspector, reprimand
It won’t matter, you’ll still stand
5/28/16
In spite of his wealth, one candidate’s public behavior reveals to me an underlying lack of self confidence, leading me to speculate on its origin.
When I Was a Lad
Apologies to H.M.S. Pinafore
When I was a lad
I had a dad
Who was so darn capable
It hurt me bad
It hurt me badly so consistently
That now I am the leader of the GOP
It hurt him badly so consistently
That now he is the leader of the GOP
Dad made his millions
Trading properties
As for me, my father
I could never please
That I couldn’t please him so persistently
I am now the leader of the GOP
That he couldn’t please him so persistently
He is now the leader of the GOP
When Dad passed away
Millions passed to me
I am now worth billions
Wouldn’t Dad be pleased?
Since I made those billions so deceptively
I am now the leader of the GOP
Since he made those billions so deceptively
He is now the leader of the GOP
President, I ran for
As a lark, you see
But since I can’t lose
I am the nominee
Due to you, dear Dad, I am the nominee
And I’ll be the greatest leader of the GOP
Due to his dear dad, he is the nominee
And he’ll be the greatest leader of the GOP
5/26/16
As a young man I played the guitar and sang folk songs, the kind collected by Alan Lomax and Burl Ives in the hill country of America. With all the political garbage currently being dredged up, one of those songs came to mind: ‘Dirty Lil, Dirty Lil / Lived on top of Garbage Hill / Never took a bath and never will / Qwth – dang, Dirty Lil.’. The ‘Qwth – dang’ was the wad of phlegm landing in the spittoon. Why ‘dang’ instead of ‘ding’ ?- By the time the sound reaches your ears, it’s already past tense. Well, I wrote a take-off on ‘Dirty Lil’, but it wouldn’t be politically correct for me to sing it. However, if someone else were to sing it, it would sound like:
Lying Trmp, Lying Trmp
Grovels in the garbage dump
Never tells the truth while on the stump
Qwth – dang, Lying Trmp
Most of my poelitics are written with a smile. They make fun of whomever, while being in fun. However, recent revelations about Veterans being disused and abused for political purposes prompted me to post this poem from my third self-published poetry book. I served 8 years active duty in the Air Force. Whereas I was never in a combat zone, I knew many who were and witnessed their sacrifice as well as that of their families.
Note: The Email rendering of the poem may be confusing. Please open the blog.
I am the son of everyone
Your daughter, I, no matter who
Don’t speak heroics that I’m gone
Like yours my blood runs red, not blue
I did what soldiers all must do
And now I see me lying dead
My life I paid – to fight for you
No lovers will my arms embrace
No child will ever issue forth
No loving family at my place
No golden years to gray my head
I wonder if it all was worth –
My duty’s done – now that I’m dead
Yet politicians prance and preen
And praise the soldiering I’ve done
And prattle the heroic scene
“Our soldiers brave, we honor all
This war they fight, it must be won
Since re-election’s in the Fall
7/19/10
Rumors swarming, global warming
I say it’s all fake
Sky is falling! It’s appalling!
Please, give me a break!
Pseudoscience in defiance
Really, it’s a hoax
It’s intensive, it’s expensive
It’s all China’s joke
Storms imploding, land eroding
There in County Clare
Golf-Links sinking, now I’m thinking
Climate change is there
Sinking links are bad for business
Hard to hit the ball
Got to right it! Got to fight it!
Got to build a wall!
5/24/16
I Paul Ryan sit here sighin’; Trumple is my plight
Must endorse him, but can’t force him further to the Right
He positions helter skelter, what e’er comes to mind
Shallow fellow, firm as Jello; speaks from his behind
In spite of those, I’ll hold my nose and roll my eyes, of course,
And cross my fingers and my toes as Trumple I endorse
5/23/16
In the 5/21/16 edition of the ‘Daily Kos’ there was an article written by P. Gordon Lippy, dated September 7, 2015, that gave me the idea to compose this poelitic. Here is a link to his article: “Make America Great Again“
“Let’s Make America Great Again”
That’s Trumpledee’s slogan to win
His slogan, it’s curious,
Is largely frivolous
Since he’s oblivious
To what is obvious
That we’re as great as our people within
We are the nation that we’ve always been
5/21/16
I’ve suspected for some time that Donald Trump never expected, nor intended to become the Republican nominee for President. I’m not alone on this since I have read others who think similarly (but I don’t recall their references). After all (1) it’s a come-down in life style having to appear to live in the White House and (2) it’s way too much responsibility, being in charge of the world; I mean that’s downright scary!!!
My apologies to EA Poe for the rhyme and rhythm schemes.
Trumple’s Lament
This fate wasn’t meant to happen Music blaring, banners flapping All those thousands shouting, clapping ………Shouting, “Trumple, he’s our man!” Really not what I intended Nor have I much cash expended This fiasco should have ended …………Ended where it all began
They keep shouting, “He’s our man!”
I’m now leader of this party G O P, all hale and hearty I’m so guru, I’m so smarty ………….I’ll succeed because I can I’m so awfully good at winning Should have known it when beginning On myself the blame I’m pinning ………. ‘Twas me fooling, when I ran
They keep shouting. “He’s our man!”
Now I’m certain I’ll be prexy Life might be, well, kind of sexy But I’ll suffer apoplexy …………….Living where I’d lose my tan Hotels have I, mansions have I Billion-Dollar life style, have I From that dinky White House will I …………….. Leave when ere I can
They keep shouting. “He’s our man!”
5/16/16
Rhyme-a- doodles are little pieces of rhyme and rhythm that seem to occur to me as I watch and listen to MSNBC and sometimes FOX News. They are often formulated like nursery rhymes. I don’t recall the dates on these but you can probably place them.
Go ahead! Do some of your own; there’re fun. Then send them to me to post.
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Senator Cruz
Received abuse
And didn’t know how to fight it
Just laugh at the source
And it will, of course,
Get Trumple’s bad temper ignited
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Hillary dillery dock
Time Donald should really take stock
If Trumple does run
It should be great fun
Seeing Hillary cleaning his clock
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Dear Bernie a lot’s on your plate
Your promises truly sound great
Our kids really buy them
They’ve not had to try them
But Congress would limit their fate
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Sen. Bernie would have us revolt
To cause an establishment jolt
Our children believe it
But can he achieve it?
I doubt it, but then I’m a dolt
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A Senator there was, dissatisfied was he
With government-as-usual policies
He preached revolution
As his great solution
And lost his bid to be the Nominee
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This anagram struck me while listening to all the chatter about the current disposition of the Republican party.
It’s anagrammatic You might say farsistic Republicans much as they’ve tried To be all united Attempts unrequited When really they’ve come all untied
