Poem For a Quiet Hour

Solitude ©

 

Standing here on top of a hill

I can look west and east ,

And feast my eyes if I look up

Face of heaven, what a bliss

 

I am a man! And here I am !

Never close knit in humanity than now

I have left men of my ilk

Far below to pillage and bilk!

 

 

Standing here on top of a hill

I can hear the patter of their drift:

Why lie, why dissemble

Their smiles always cast a chill!

 

I am a man! And here I am !

Never close knit in humanity than now

I have left men of my ilk

Far below to pillage and bilk!

 

From up here on top of a hill

Clouds merrily roll along

No confederation

Of nations there! What a bliss!

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Dryden’s Alexander’s Feast- a parody

The Power of Fake News ©

‘Twas not the best of news, but came ringing

It was plain mudslinging

Through Bannon’s Breitbart source:

Look how ‘Bama threw his force,

He had this wiretapping

He was for dirt hoping!

Happy, happy, happy few!
None but the sleaze,
None but the sleaze,
Alternate facts Oh fake news is nothing new!

2.

Where they go for news one cannot tell

Such fake news are from hell:

Take dem from horses’s mouth

Or from wire north or south.

A swamp they sure make of Capitol Hill

Happy, happy, happy few!

None but the sleaze,
None but the sleaze,
Alternate facts Oh fake news is nothing new!

Benny

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A Reprise-poem ©

Trump’s U-ez of A make me want puke

Oh let them have oh give them as much nuke

With friendly fire they will set world on fire!

Oh what a jolly show, the world on fire!

(Chorus)

Fireworks as on the Fourth of July!

Tell Bannon and his crew how

The world works they will lie

And Trump will get his show!

 

How U-ez of A was once swell place

Where Satchmo too-ted and G.I Elvis

All shook up this damn joint on fire

Oh Woodstock sizzled with flower pow’r.

(chorus)

Fireworks as on the Fourth of July….

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Mother Goose Rhymes- the wall

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall

Humpty Dumpty said: raise this wall

But down south, over the border

Holle’ed they: With gringo no palaver!

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Land of the Free… Sorry Francis Scott Key ©

O say can you see, by the mists rising fast

Some one strutting some one torching Shylock’s last rest place,

You know who with hate and fear in lather cast

Now dare desecrate graves, is it against his race

Or the unmanly vice, what his elders improv’d

Having nothing else to impart, -hate is rude,

But with that rallying battle-cry rises hate wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

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Out In A Flash

“Rain was a story God telling but the man in umbrella kept interrupting.

The Lake did not take to traveling but the Hydro-electric Company made it to work

I love River Seine but it is n’t saying much.

A river comes with two banks. You can take either if you are clue less. River has been asking the age old question: Is the sea coming to me or am I returning a favor?”

By one who isn’t particular about doing anything today

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