Trump Rally Folly

I’ve never gone to Trump rallies

and positively never will.

I can not bide his lying sprees,

nor note the bull that he’ll instill.

I’ll never pay a billionaire

to hear him rant and rave.

I would say it is only fair

to never watch the lying knave.

Senryu-Lengthy Laws 

When pols sign a bill

too dang many pages long...

perps use what's found wrong.

 

Pray Trump Runs, Away.

Trump must have a screw that’s loose...

he wants to run for prez again.

Last time he was on the caboose,

and scores of voters said, “Amen.”

 

His “Big Lie” is getting him naught

though some red pols claim it is true.

Twice The Don was damned near caught

for all the crime he did miscue.

{Some of his base will wish him luck...

but only fools enjoy havoc.}

 

Fed Judge Excoriates Lawyers 

Though we all know that lawyers lie,

this time nine lies told to a judge.

And she did more than merely sigh,

for Trump’s” Big Lie” has spread carnage.

 

The judge told them they failed the law.

They all should be removed from bar

for Trump’s lie isn’t a guffaw,

and no lawyer should go that far.

{I wish all judges did the same...

let no lawyer e’er inflame.}

 

TV Ennui

I often find that my ennui

is what I see on my TV.

Covid, GOP, Taliban

inhabit the media’s van.

{I wish I’d wake and find all gone...

or better still, I won’t log on.}

 

Crafty GOP 

How can someone astute embrace

groups of very illicit thugs,

and who feel only the white race

has e’er earned any red pol hugs.

 

Those who have lost the last prez vote

blame it on folks with darker skin.

All Red pol laws passed now denote

wrong hues can not vote for Biden.

{Red pols have tried these ploys for years...

it is time those crooks change careers.}

 

Letters to the Editor 

Some who write the errant missives

must have a source of stupid facts.

There are some that may have motives,

to state the language of Pol PACs.

{Best thank God for Amendment 1...

you have the right to write fiction.}

 

 

Friday’s Senryu-Scars

 

Can a brash wound heal?

Ponder this before you act...

minds can’t scars conceal.

 

 

My New Tradition, No Repetition

I will only answer my phone

if called by someone that I know.

The TV ads, I am not prone

to listen o’er them try to snow.

The TV news of Covid deaths

fills my whole day to fend regrets.

{Seems science has filled my life

to find all ways of ending strife.}

My Stolen Trash Can 

If who’ve stolen my can of trash,

to ease some burden now on you,

best find it’s not a little rash...

forever you may feel what’s due.

 

All of the time spent to replace

a dirty can of rotting food,

you could have done with nil disgrace,

and quelled my angry mood.

 

Best keep mum to everyone

lest I learn your lot and your name.

For if all hear, I hope all shun

just how you earned your fame.

 

My Adverse Verses of Trump 

I tend to attack Trump with verse

because as prez he was the worst.

Many words written of his crimes

can minds retain if said with rhymes.

To me, The Don was how he’d rule...

what said and did quite dumb, oft cruel.

Now his Big Lie dominates...

yet strange how oft the lie mutates.

What happened January 6

is what our minds should all affix.

The Don attacked democracy...

my words loose bats from Trump’s belfry.

 

Friday’s Senryu-Anger Denied

Strange, anger denied,

when a riposte justified...

Chi best psyche guide.

 

Trump’s Vlad Talks 

How I would like to listen to

Trump’s frequent talks with Russia’s Vlad.

I wish his base could listen too...

find just how long ere they get mad.

 

Putin knows how to be a czar....

and he has claimed his seat for life.

Has Putin’s counsel of The Don

what caused Trump’s nation confused strife.

 

Trump’s Con Went Wrong

Trump’s Company

has too much that is free,

It’s charged with fifteen years of fraud...

and what was done the law can’t laud.

 

Their lawyers’ plea is “Not Guilty,”

but facts are showing that’s hooey.

If evidence entraps The Don...

he deserves jail for an eon.

 

 

Sunsets

All sunsets, be there clouds. or clear

should stir your soul as they appear.

They augur that an end is nigh...

and little time to persevere. 

From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox

 

Senryu-Tonic 

Tonic, cure or bane...

remedy, or best refrain...

with gin can be same.

 

Trump Loves His Base 

Trump’s base, when asked, will money mete...

he uses it to spread deceit.

What kind of fools give millions to

a billionaire who’s a deadbeat.

{The Don is a billionaire...

but stores the money in his lair.}

 

Trump’s Trickery, But Hooey

Trump and his base must be deranged...

in acumen they were shortchanged.

They want him to be president,

but their right minds have gone dormant.

They give him money, heed his lies...

which to deception he applies.

{A pet will lick the one who feeds...

as long as master fills all needs.}

 

The Past

The past beyond the written word

is but a guess some data stirred.

Treat as fiction that’s based on fact

lest you may find the author erred.

From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox