The Poet--Don't Shelve Twelve

Don’t Shelve Twelve

Twelve is near gone...cannot return,

but from it there is much to learn.

Choose leaders well, and note each deed,

unseat them if they but impede,

for we must progress now...with speed.

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The Poet--Good Riddance, Twelve

Good Riddance, Twelve

We soon will say “Goodbye” to Twelve...

and few are sad to see it go.

Of late, we’ve had some rotten years,

but this one earned the old-heave-ho.

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The Poet--To The Pols

To The Pols

All others meet commitments

or they soon lose their post.

You best avoid the cliff

or feel a heel rearmost.

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The Poet--The Season

The Christmas Season

Food and gifts to needy sent…

the kinship felt seems evident.

We send them our goodwill and love

and wish them blessings from above…

but have we summed the times this year

we offered them our love and cheer?

This season let us firm resolve

to grieving neighbor’s problems solve.

And from this day let us firm vow

provide them food and clothes and plow…

Thanksgiving turkey, Christmas ham

are but two meals for grieving Man.

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The Poet--To Congress

Gentlemen:

If you stand stiff

and force us to the cliff,

it's best you hire

someone who'd sail a skiff.

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The Poet--December 21, 2012

December 21, 2012

The Mayans say this day we die

for we face Armageddon...

been said so many times before

my legs have run 'till leaden.

This time I'll stay right where I am,

and have, at least, a scotch, or two...

I'll put them on my credit card,

'cause I'l be gone when payment's due.

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The Poet--Oldest Galaxy

Oldest Galaxy

Thirteen point seven billion years,

by scientific gauge,

is how long that the universe

took to set this stage.

And, now they’ve found a galaxy

that damned near saw the Bang.

We don’t know where we’re headed

or if we’ll boomerang.

From micro to the macro

the scientist still search...

when they can find all answers

 if they’d just go to church.

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The Poet--To The NRA

To the NRA

Each day there are more people shot,

yet, you ask I join your cause.

You say support the Bill of Rights...

but your request has many flaws.

I back our Declaration

for life and liberty.

I do not think that fools with guns

will help keep our land free.

When I wrote about our cliff,

I said that all should compromise.

Your view of our Amendment II

has little I deem wise.

I trust you know I just said ”No.” 

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The Poet--HSBC

HSBC

Our Gov says they’re “too big to fail”...

that’s why the crooks can’t go to jail.

We sent a message loud and clear...

bank management has naught to fear.

Even when they’re laundering,

our fuzz will keep their record clean.

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The Poet--Fare Thee Well, Voyager!

Fare Thee Well, Voyager!

So long ago we prayed, “God speed,”

as you left the launching tower.

And you were quite fast, indeed,

o’er thirty-six thousand miles per hour.

We said, “Goodbye” and not, “adieu,”

for we knew you would not return.

We could not know from your milieu

the heavenly facts that we would learn.

You now confront our System’s rim...

and soon may know what lies beyond,

but, Gates of Hell...or Cherubim...

we yearn to learn what you respond.

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The Poet: December 7, 1941

December 7, 1941

Though young I still remember,

how on that fateful day,

the look of shock in mother’s eyes

said our world had turned gray.

Then came the deprivation...

rationing for our army’s needs.

The radio and the cinema

swelled our hearts with their brave deeds.

Resolve and toil helped win that war,

o’er seventy years our land stands free,

but those who bore that world war

know we must watch foes constantly. 

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Dear President

Dear President,

You said all must cooperate

to save us from the cliff,

but when I hear you on TV

on most things you stay stiff.

The Red is black and Blue is white...

that’s what I hear you say.

But, if you want to solve our plight,

best turn your thoughts toward gray.

                                      The Poet

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The Cliff

The Cliff

The Red and Blue seek CYA

but fail to seek a cure.

Let history decide who’s wrong

but now just help our land endure.

The cliff is our real threat...

not how we reached the precipice.

If the Congress has no answer,

it’s time we should you all dismiss.

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Petitions to leave the Union

Petitions to Leave the Union

People who petition 

to sever White House ties

in fact are really saying

their peers can’t bare the lies.

The red and blue have voted

in each and every state.

And something I have noted,

their ballots rarely fluctuate.

They vote the same fools in

who made our home a mess,

which only tells me that

peers do not think...just guess.

The process to pick candidates

to vie for public seats

must change and be more rigorous

ere anyone competes.

Age and birth a sorry gauge...

each post requires a special skill.

Test to prove that their head

is not full of chlorophyll .

...voters, too!

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Lebanon's Hesbollah

Lebanon’s Hezbollah

With a semblance of peace

in the Middle East,

we find some bums

now beat their drums,

and din increased by rampant beasts.

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Israel and Hamas

Israel and Hamas

Again, the brazen media

must give the news a twist...

after some good people died

and foes pledged to desist.

It deigned to pick the winner...

though both still aim a gun,

and only non-combatants

are those who now have won.

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Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving 

For what can I be thankful

when I peruse the news?

Our world is filled with suffering

and terrorism brews.

I’m thankful I’m American,

where freedoms are assured.

I’m thankful for my kith and kin,

whose love o’er time endured.

I’m thankful for my health...

regardless how I ache.

I’m thankful that God grants me life...

but pray it’s no mistake.

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Hostess Twinkies

Hostess Twinkies

What is the shelf-life of a twinkie?

I read it’s more than seven years.

If Hostess stocks them and just waits,

they’ll be there when plight disappears.

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Global Warming

       Global Warming

Do icebergs thaw from aerosol?

The pundits disagree.

They blame rapacious Man for flaw...

or Nature acting damnably.

We should not care who is the host

as temps around us rise

What matters most is our riposte

anon detoxifies.

The warming is a crisis,

regardless of who caused it all.

Treat the warming and desist

to use the balm that feeds this flaw.

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Electoral College

The Electoral College

Seems same states tend to dominate,

when we choose the one to lead

Seems we should note each person’s vote...

and drum that sum unsullied.

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To the Prez

To the Prez

Four years have taught us much...

take care to not repeat.

Don’t try again the Midas Touch...

you proved it is effete.

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My Peers?

My Peers?

When Congress gets bad grades,

I worry re my peers...

their ballots bring them back,

to err for four more years.

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The Vote

The Vote

The race was run.

Obama won.

Now red and blue

must pale their hue...

complete tasks long left undone.

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Letter to Both Parties

Letter to Both Parties

Gentlemen: 

When you attack your foe

with facts that are quite skewed,

and he responds likewise,

the voters have been screwed.

They now feel  parties back

men of tainted history.

The fact that they are red or blue

does not help salve their misery.

If one must lie to win a seat,

we should not let the cheat compete.

The Poet

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The Campaign (Again)

The Campaign

They ask that I send money

that they can tell their tale,

then saturate the airwaves

and telephone and mail.

They tell their tale so often

they damn near drive me nuts.

They’ll get no more from me…

no ifs…no ands…no buts.

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Stop Lights

Stop Lights

Strange, is it not, Man reached the moon

and Mars and orbs in outer space.

With stars and moon Man can attune,

but traffic lights fools cannot pace.

Men time ignition... retro... land,

and never are one second late.

But, the fools who time stop lights

make us waste gas each light and wait.

It seems the physics of the task

doesn’t work on earthly streets.

To quicken distance, time or speed,

putrid planning oft competes.

Too many lights!

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Post Debate

Post Debate

‘Tis time we tell the media,

“Don’t tell us what we heard”.

Don’t say who you think won or lost,

or how we should be stirred.

We’ve listened and it’s we who vote...

please do not interfere.

If we ever want some help,

we best not ask the gondolier.

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Debate, 10/22/2012

Debate, October 22, 2012

The Prez says he is confident

he’ll win this day's debate.

Gee, I think that I know why

he thinks his chance is great.

Each day he gets a briefing

from those we pay to know

what’s happening across the world

by either friend or foe.

Poor Mitt can only watch

the fallout from his chair,

and know when things go wrong

that someone had to err.

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Yesterday's Debate

Reflect on Yesterday’s Debate

Don’t reflect as blue or red...

or what your parents always said.

Forget the words oft filled with stain...

reflect upon the four-year reign.

Is it but a war yet won,

and peace, in time, for everyone?

Or, do we follow through the maze

repeating our cruel yesterdays?

The debt in four years has surpassed

what all, through time, before amassed.

Our countrymen have suffered so

near half of them are on the dole.

Reflect!

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In the News-The Debate

Each debate

Oh, Lord, how I hate a debate.

The foes select facts and inflate.

The truth matters not,

and fibbing somewhat

is fine if the rhetoric's great.

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Dancing With the Stars (Redux)

Dancing With the Stars (Redux)

When the dancer with least talent

is voted back each week.

It’s obvious to me

the star must have a massive clique.

Leave the voting to the judges.

Don’t let the audience critique.

Just let the best win the contest...

and this year’s show will be unique.

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In the News-Polls

Polls

The pols should relish polls,

regardless what they say.

If your foe should win the poll,

support donations come your way.

If you win, you've met your goal

and made your rival’s hair turn gray.

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In the News-Proteus (The Debate)

Proteus

(Greek Shape-shifting God of the Sea)

Pols must be kin to Proteus...

they make words shift their shape.

They do it, oh, so artfully

it leaves your mouth agape.

You challenge them on something

that you know isn’t right.

They then beguile, and, with a smile,

will morph your facts to look off white.

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Dancing With the Stars

Dancing With the Stars

When judges cull the best from less,

they’re giving you advice.

When you respond of whom you’re fond

your vote is imprecise.

The contest is for dancers...

not who’s best of sports or stage.

Most tyros of the rules of dance

do not have any way to gauge.

Enjoy the program, applaud your star...

don’t vote for them if less than par.

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In the News- Total Recall

Total Recall

The Governator wrote a book...

they are his memoirs we are told.

And as we read, he says we look

at chapters of his life unfold.

Know, bios can be biased fact,

for as we age all recall dulls.

Life’s shards are oft bemusement packed

and taxing times the brain oft culls.

The heart oft fills reflection’s lack

when truth and twinge with writer vies.

Those subjects that with pain attack,

are those that oft become “True Lies.”

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Time Grows Short

Time Grows Short

For Red and Blue, it is the time

that you resolve our country’s woes.

It’s time you now get off the dime...

unite and be no longer foes.

For when I vote I’ll purge from pack

all those who will not tint their hue.

For to leave this cul-de-sac

that’s what those who are left must do.

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Emmy Awards (Reality Shows)

Emmy Awards

(Reality Shows)

Those shows are not reality...

they are in fact a game.

In every show participants

seek limelight, money, fame.

A TV show’s reality

is nothing like real life.

For most would quickly end it

if faced with so much strife.

If you acquiesced

to long incarceration

with a group of con artists...

you booked a bad vacation?

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In the News-47 %

47%

Near half don’t pay an income tax...

some poor, some rich, some parasite.

Mitt says that they, as voters all,

will support who gave this right.

The Prez sez Mitt has made a gaffe,

and roused those voters to his side.

I agree he roused near half,

but Mitt as Jekyll, not as Hyde.

True countrymen must aid distressed

but it must be by all the rest.

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In the News-Bullies

Bully Beware!

Some will sneer like Fu Man Chu

and try to fake the role.

Others will demand their due

with warlike rigmarole.

Little ploys like snarl and bellow

will work if you’re a bear

but if it’s not within the marrow 

impostors should beware.

For those who find you tiresome

may sense your pantomime

and guises can be burdensome

once you’re past your prime.

Far better that you check your goal

and find a better course.

For tyrants who have played this role

oft end with dire remorse.

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In the News-Circumcision

Circumcision

Circumcision is in the news

though it’s been used for ages.

The German courts say do not use

in baby’s early stages...

must wait until he’s old enough

to make his own decision.

And, until he learns the facts

there can be no incision.

You must tell your teenage boy

they’ll rid  the ring around the collar.

And, if you want him to consent,

state what’s left will truly wow her.

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In the News-Riots

The Riots

(Nakoula Basseley Nakoula)

Freedom of speech is a right

protected by the Constitution.

But, when its use is for abuse

those harmed want restitution.

Your neighbors, friends and country

have suffered from your lapse of wit.

At very least apologize,

and try to quench the flames you lit.

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In the News-Mobs

Mobs

There’s naught that is more dangerous

than a stirred up mob.

And, nobody more dangerous

than he who does the job.

He’s playing on emotions

of those who seek a cause.

They oft react to zealous speech

though it be filled with flaws.

So, never join a rabid mob...

wait until the fervor clears,

especially, if they’re terrorists...

or conventioneers.

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In The News-9/11

9/11/2001

Those martyred in the towers

eleven years today

were sacrificed by terrorists

as message they’d convey

They hoped their act of violence

would prove their power to

dictate to our nation

and threaten me and you.

We found that they awakened us

to that which we hold dear...

our pride in facing crises

with fervor and not fear.

And every anniversary

of this so tragic day

pledge to vow we will not let

our fervor e’er decay.

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The Middle Class

The Middle Class

The leaders of the red and blue

say they love the middle class.

Strange that’s where some started, too,

but since then they did wealth amass.

They don’t share my mayhem

to keep one’s head afloat.

I very rarely hear from them

until they want my vote.

I’ll tell you how to save me now...

as my nest egg fast decays.

Please, no longer tax endow

to those whose honor frays.

Repeal all bad entitlements...

that’s how to tax the well-to-do.

Ensure our taxes aren’t misspent...

imprison all who do.

Our mores should never become less.

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The Conventions

The Conventions

I could not listen every hour...

my ears quite soon wore out.

Apple pie and Chevrolet

get tiresome when they shout.

                    

Platitudes with attitudes

can turn what’s sweet to sour...

especially if a simple thought

is prated for an hour.

Romney and Obama

are known good family men,

but when repeated o’er and o’er

I start to count to ten.

I question all the data

oft skewed to taint the facts...

when foes react with bias

I must weigh two abstracts.

I’m faced with a decision...

the record and the pledge.

One feels his plan will work o’er time...

the other wants to use a sledge.

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In The News-Brazilian Banana Spider

Brazilian Banana Spider

Those who make Levitra,

Cialis and Viagra

 may have found another way

to make your partner say hurrah.

They heard banana spiders,

with toxins to the max,

can keep one quite erect...

but wait to get more facts.

The bite releases poison...

and that can lead to death.

Though sex is fun, when deed is done,

it’s not worth your last breath.

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The Primaries

The Primaries

Primary votes are cast

and I am quite aghast

Same fools, I fear, who led us here

may fail again…alas!

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Labor Day

Labor Day

It’s just another holiday?

You should read the tale

of how the Pullman strike

made U.S. pols turn pale.

The government reacted

with soldiers and police.

The workers had a wildcat strike...

made commerce almost cease.

The Prez knew angry workers

must be mollified.

He pledged to them a holiday

to honor those that died.

Now Labor Day is many things

as summer fun is over.

We should cease to wear white clothes...

even your dog Rover.

Soon school will start, vacations end,

sure, picnic and have fun.

But, remember as you play,

the workforce this day won.

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In The News-Celebs (Prince Harry....etal.)

Celebs

{Prince Harry...etal}

Paparazzi line your path

with cell phones and the like.

You run a gauntlet every time

 you emulate a tyke.

The paparazzi, in this case,

are merely common folk...

who feel you breach their mores

and fellow man provoke.

To shy from notoriety

obey all local laws,

and if those near have cell phones,

take care...don’t bare your flaws.

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In The News-Norway

Norway

{Anders Behring Breivik}

Seventy-seven strangers died

to crusade an opinion.

Twenty-one years the penalty

proclaimed from that dominion.

Remove your blindfold Justice...

you’ve made their judges dumb and blind.

Reveal to them, in any code,

four months per death is asinine

{Hammurabi stirs} 

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In The News-Todd Akin

Todd Akin

Todd Akin made an error.

He talked outside his field.

Now Democrats are loving the

naïveté he revealed.

They now say he hates women…

like all Republicans.

Republicans say Todd must go…

regardless of his many fans.

All must take care of what they stir

and what’s made precedent.

If those who err must leave the stage,

some pols may soon lament.

It’s best that those who seek our vote

say naught that a foe can misquote.

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To the NRA

To the NRA

It’s past time that the NRA

proves it has some sense.

Recognize men can be prey

and soon may be past tense.

Sure, hunt for bear or hare or grouse

and mount it on your wall,

but you don’t need a Tommy gun

to make the critter fall.

Come, support the rest of us

who do not stalking bolster...

we may have fewer maniacs

on a wanted poster.

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Compromise

Compromise

When I read the red and blue

response to others’ plans,

I have to wonder what the hell

 leached bile into their glands.

I can surmise what most will do

I have watched them all four years.

And, I tell you here and now

as voter I’m near tears.

I’m tired of hearing perverse lies

that make both parties suspect.

For whom I vote must compromise

till soupcon less than perfect.

Like Diogenes, I still search.

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Why?

We placed men on the distant moon

by calling forth our very best.

We challenged them to visit Mars...

and, with time, they passed the test.

We now let fine minds walk the streets,

when our nation is distressed.

Why?

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