satire

Come the Fall

“My people, hear the words I say:
Do not fear that throaty itch;
Sure unemployment’s just a glitch;
Come my Fall it can go away…

Batting two thousand ev’ry day,
Bad things don’t stop each perfect call –
It’s never me who drops the ball;
All the problems people fear
Could magically disappear…”
Come bring on the November Fall

Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #4 “Itch”

The Elephant in the Room

Initially made me mad
Don’t believe a word ever said
Indistinguished, morally dead,
Oblivious, ignorant, sad;
Trolling any outing the bad,
In a country riddled with lies,
No guilt by those feeding the cries;
The dumb elephant in the room –
His base chanting the ballots’ doom,
Even as the flag sags, hope tries…

White wrinkles around vacant eyes,
His head a ridiculous plume
In truth’s spotlight will squirm and fume;
The bruised ego of absurd size
Ever fooled “love” not money buys
House sub-let by some guy named ‘Vlad’
Overseeing each faked attack ad;
Underhand and avarice-led,
So before democracy’s dead,
Elect Dumbo? You must be mad…

Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #3 “Mad” – a gymnastic variation double decima with a reverse and a twist.

Making America Grate #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

There’s a fake tanned sleazy buffoon – calls himself the Donald
A terrifying orange fool of a clown, with less substance than Ronald;
Now I’m not a citizen, and I won’t ever be a US resident
Can’t fathom how he got voted in; thank God he’ll never be my President

Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo and NaPoWriMo.net suggests keeping it light and silly today, with a clerihew: this is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous persona whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. The first line is the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in an absurd light, or revealing something unknown and/or spurious about them. The rhyme scheme is AABB, and the rhymes are often forced.

Not sure I kept it whimsical or light, but’s it’s all I’ve got today. See a great associated image by following this link.

Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo

The King is in the Altogether

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

The wise see greatness
where the fool discerns nothing . . .

“See, how great I am!”

This ‘king’ is altogether
Wise as the day he was born

a second effort written in tanka form in response to this week’s RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #139 – “King” and “Day” and inspired by the song,’The King’s New Clothes’ (Burl Ives) from the film “Hans Christian Andersen” (1952) (Frank Loesser) – based on the 1837 children’s story “The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Hans Christian Andersen

Out of the Mouth of Babes #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2016 challenge – to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. I’m continuing yesterday’s nonsense with a modern continuation of Edward Lear’s The Owl and the Pussy Cat.

The owl and the pussy cat went to sea
In a rickety pea-green boat
The world turned its back, and turned them around
’cause refugees don’t get a vote

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Just for fun

prompted by Sunday Photo Fiction

London bus

The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round,
slowing down.
the wheels on the bus grind to a halt,
in London traffic

The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish;
slosh, slosh, slosh,
swish, swish, swish,
the people on the bus go wish, wish, wish,
we weren’t in London

The horn on the bus go beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep,
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
because no-one’s getting anywhere,
in London traffic

The people on the bus go splutter, splutter, splutter
cough, cough cough,
feeling rough.
wish we were by the sea instead of stuck,
on this London bus