raidoc
M/Naples, Florida
Robert has an Academic background in Cognitive Psychology and is also a PhD in Entrepreneurship and Innovation. His love for poetry and verse harks back to his school and college days in England, enriched by the great works of Yeats, Poe, Tennyson, Owen.
Try as I may
I'm swatting at shadows dancing on quicksand,
To my utter dismay
Nothing I do works as planned.
My good friend Bibi
Promised we'd trounce them in days,
We were counting off nightly
Itching to exit this devilish maze.
Who would have thought
This bunch of hardliners would fight,
When history taught
We'd neutralize all at the very first sight.
Yet here we now are
Squeezing that sand through our hands,
Agreement still far
Seriously thwarting my carefully laid plans.
I've a November election to win,
Freeing Cuba on temporary hold,
The future looks suddenly grim
If I don't get the Mullahs to fold.
But hope's in the air
We'll just squeeze them more,
Throw in a prayer
For divine intervention to even the score.
I can't do this too fast
Muddle a vague resolution,
If a peace is to last
We need to incite a real revolution.
Despite all this grief
I hadn't a choice,
My aim make this brief
Give Iranians a voice.
Stop the bad guys
Deny them the bomb,
Freedom the prize
A win with aplomb.
Yet the fake Media complains
While Democrats snipe,
Neither have rational brains
They're all hubris and hype.
Thank you for your attention to this matter - DJT
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
I'm often asked what sign I am
Leading me to answer best I can
That while I know that signs exist
I try my best to cheerfully desist.
But there again if truth be told
My interest piqued this subject old,
So with new fervor I travailed
The results of which I here detailed.
My secret was I did ensnare
Those I knew well their soul to bare,
A little prying became my key
To best relate all I could feel and see.
Where to start my first big hurdle,
Poised with pen and trusted journal,
For notes aplenty had I scribbled
Amongst the coffee drops I'd dribbled.
Aries first and did they sing,
All their qualities to ring,
Strength and courage did resound
With their energetic spirit crowned.
Aquarius quite the fun,
They broke the mold for this strange one,
Smart and independent may they be
While their rebellious streak plain to see.
Cancer empathetic none too shy,
Happy to have me delve and fully pry,
Sensitive and moody all at once
That nurturing spirit their life's dance.
Capricorn - oh my word,
Quite a struggle to be heard,
Proud and private to a T
What you get you rarely see.
Gemini the twins - never know which one
You get at night or with the morning sun,
Sociable and witty most of the time,
When not by overwhelmed by life’s climb.
Leos - no two ever quite the same,
With strength and confidence impossible to tame,
Stubborn and dramatic at every twisting turn,
Their love a prize they’ll really make you earn.
Libra quite the quandary,
More complex than a jumbled laundry,
Their sociability abounds but need beware,
You never know what lies behind that charming stare.
Pisces – those kind and gentle souls
Unbounded creativity their life controls,
Idealism their Achilles heel,
And those many layers often hard to peel.
Sagittarius - run a mile
If you seek commitment and not an empty smile,
A restless independence their pervasive trait,
Close a window and they’ll find an open gate.
Scorpios - just like the name,
So many of their qualities surprisingly the same,
Driven with a singularity of mind,
Cross them and they'll sting you from behind.
Taurus - devoted and truly good of heart
Hard to rattle or an argument to start,
But when they do, they're stubborn to their core,
With you the one to end up rather sore.
Virgo craves order in everything they do,
Micro analyzing through and through,
Hardworking and reliable their middle names,
Straight to the point no time for playing games.
To my readers I so hope I don't offend,
But neither do I wish here to just pretend,
These observations are of people I well know
With traits their star sign seems to show.
So take some time and think it through,
Does someone here resemble – maybe you?
Don’t be shy - let all emotion out,
It may end in a smile or a sullen pout
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Everything I've touched has turned to gold,
A feeling that never gets too worn or old,
I savor every moment, every win,
With my opponents stuck in their unsightly bin.
The more they shout and flail their arms,
The more my inner soul it calms,
Their din is music to my ears,
It gives me pep; it takes off years.
My aims are clear, my skills well-honed,
As to their mob, they seem half ******
Supporting goals that folks don't like,
Wishing they would all just take a hike.
I've only started, the road is long
To fix our country, make it strong,
Instill a sense of pride and worth,
A gleaming beacon for this Earth.
Some complain I act the King,
With subjects kissing my eternal ring.
Do I care, not in a word,
But I do find the concept touchingly absurd.
Kings don't have the power I do,
Most don't even have the slightest thought or clue,
I instead can say and act,
Forgoing any nod to grace and tact.
I get things done, stir up the ***
Turn detractors’ faces crimson hot,
Hire my friends, cull the wokes,
With a flourish of the pen and practiced strokes.
Next to Putin, now that's a blast
To try and make a peace that lasts.
Get it done with strength and charm,
End this war, curtail the harm.
Then who knows - that Gaza thing,
What a headache with a sting.
Two thousand years of pain and strife,
Where constant bickering is rife.
But if a deal is to be done
I'm the go to, I’m the man.
The Nobel thing will be my prize
This will cut Obama down to size.
And after that may you well ask,
What shall be my next enticing task?
Greenland’s there, Panama for sure,
Forget the catch, it’s the chase that’s the allure.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze,
And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease.
Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind,
Pray aloud that inner fortitude to find,
Not a sound outside our laden breath,
Every move made with fractured hapless stealth.
But coupled to the cold a streaming sweat,
A larger wager would I not have surely bet,
That a saunter on the glistening Arctic Tundra
Would at most develop the art of soothing Mantra.
Then a booming voice disturbs this quiet introspection,
As the guide engages in frantic group inspection,
His walkie talkie comes suddenly to life,
Stern commands soon wailing shrill with strife.
Bears ahead with teenage cubs in tow,
Keep down, stay low,
Curb the chatter, pretend you’re but a stone,
Form a line, don’t venture out alone;
Rifle’s cocked, don't turn around,
Polar bears don't run - they bound.
Now move backwards, avoid their steely gaze,
Take full advantage of this soaring Polar haze.
Maybe minutes, but seemingly an age,
As we shuffle blindly stage by stumbling stage;
Our Dunkirk - the waiting rubber boats,
Ecstatic for anything that somehow runs and floats.
Back to the ship, sodden and quite sore,
Not to mention frozen to the epicenter of our core,
We huddle around cups of steaming tea,
Sharing stories of all we had to fear and see.
You may well ask, was this the fateful end,
Did we to natures will forlornly yield and bend?
It's true the thought did rather cross our minds,
Fearful of more unscripted scrapes and woeful binds,
However, a good sleep and liquid strength galore,
Did somewhat mollify that sorry shameful score.
For as dawn broke early the next day,
To a person did we in seeming chorus say:
Off we trudge as more adventure waits,
To experience all that Nature's majesty creates,
Our only thought one of craving more,
And so we went, still frozen to our core.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide
Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task
To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead
They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives
Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek
A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound
Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
One step back, two steps forward,
Swing around and do the dance,
Keep it fast, a little awkward
A whole world audience to entrance.
Now you've got them captivated
Up the tempo, raise the heat,
Some may need to be sedated
As they wither from your beat.
Hearts loud-pounding, foreheads thumping,
Gasping air among the shouts,
Doomsayers bleating, markets jumping,
Second guessing, full of doubts.
Quite the showman, what a show,
Media breathless wanting more,
Fans elated, bask in tow,
Others crowing, keeping score.
Just the start, watch him work,
Revelations by the day,
Not all true, surprises lurk,
Act with haste, keep foes at bay.
As for us enthralled spectators
Barely able to keep track,
Cajoled and pressed by paid narrators,
Every week a heart attack.
If we can but drown the chatter,
Keep a cool head, crack a smile,
Train our thoughts to things that matter,
Take the long view, wait a while.
Let the music work its magic,
His gyrations entertain,
Learn that life need not be tragic,
See the sunshine through the rain.
RAI 5/25
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
When is enough enough,
When is the going just too tough.
Why do people have to die
Forever in the ground to lie.
Are the spoils worth all the pain
When the path is **** and maim.
Is barren land worth just so much
Now deprived of human touch.
Do fatherless children justify the cost
Memories of a generation lost.
Weeping mothers by the score
Adding every day far more.
Politicians acting blind
To the misery resigned,
Just numbers on a sheet
Conscious only of defeat.
Pride and hubris win the day
Reason not allowed to sway.
Yet solutions need be found
Striving to be clear and sound.
Calmer voices must assist
For further slaughter to desist.
The way forward won't be fast
Searching for a peace to last.
Neither side will win outright
Time for discourse not brute might.
Russia needs restore prosperity
Ukrainians live without temerity.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
And now it starts,
And yes, I'm back at last,
Four years of trials and tribulations,
Capped off by this raucous jubilation.
I fought and won,
Proved them all wrong,
The denigrators,
The fake media perpetrators.
Now watch them squirm
As I storm into my term,
So much to do,
A solemn promise made to you.
I ask why was I spared,
When into death's eyes I clearly stared,
But when that moment I re-live,
This is what I’m here to now achieve:
Stop the woke,
Don't call a girl, a bloke.
Make us safe,
In this our home, our sacred place.
Make us strong,
So that bad actors do no wrong,
Aim to win,
Proving we are made of steel not puny tin.
Stem the divide,
For racism I simply shan't abide.
Democrats so played this ruse,
Our democracy to harness and abuse.
Let law and order thrive,
Reclaim our streets - our cities to revive,
Where children learn that doing right,
Is what gave our nation majesty and might.
For merit alone to be the glue,
So that we build and not undo,
Step up and take the strain,
Choose sunshine over rain.
Vet the folks that we let in
Ones that work and help us win;
Stop the thugs that sow despair,
See how much they truly dare.
My time may however prove too short,
But no promise made will I abort,
I’ll fight for you with all my might
To make our future prosperous and bright.
So thank-you America and watch this tale,
As the train to Woke I thoroughly derail,
No time to waste, I’m working fast,
Ensuring all that’s bad we quickly blast!
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.
Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.
Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.
When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.
We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.
What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.
As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.
Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.
We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 12:41 PM UTC