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Verde Valley of Arizona Active on Twitter as @sprbrighting. / / Boomer. Lawyer. Graduated from Loyola Marymount, Los Angeles. Bachelors in Zoology from UC Davis. Retired to Arizona to paint and write. / / Just made my first short movie. Involved with Sedona Art Center. Written hundreds of poems on every subject. / / Avid gardener and poster of pictures of bouquets from my garden.
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I hear your squirrel faced inflected scorn But I am not the subject of your masquerade There is no running from the truth within my circle There is no hiding from the harm you've made With nothing of the fearful scribe in me, I have become Your challenger, your truth teller, your unveiled voice Of revocation, Justice long denied has hurried home To my protestations, my unyielding force for choice There is not one obliquely terrifying word you've fumbled That has found solace within my intentions No remorse at hearing your lewd, vile inventions Your nasty woman-hating world will crumble In the blast of my ice poured upon your blather Do you hear the drums of sweet November call? There you will be tossed and tumbled In reality you are no kind of man at all. No kind of man we would embrace for any price Though you cling fast to every dollar in your grasp Wring benefits unearned from others, squeezer, vice But never leader, only backward stretching wasp Bring out your ugly legionnaires of doom to face the music Of the young, the elderly, the strong against your hooded lies Those who long for justice aim to curb you and your avarice Bring here your crippled trumpet too be smelted in our fires For every child of every mother, every sister, every brother Father, will take no prisoners, but free the wrongly caged To fill your coffers slaved the migrant, not today And never more shall we sit quiet in our rage. I call you traitor to your country, traitor to your college students Traitor to investors, every one. You plan to win. It's now your time of trials will begin. Expect that it will never end.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
spring-bright
Crippled Trump
I hear your squirrel faced inflected scorn But I am not the subject of your masquerade There is no running from the truth within my circle There is no hiding from the harm you've made With nothing of the fearful scribe in me, I have become Your challenger, your truth teller, your unveiled voice Of revocation, Justice long denied has hurried home To my protestations, my unyielding force for choice There is not one obliquely terrifying word you've fumbled That has found solace within my intentions No remorse at hearing your lewd, vile inventions Your nasty woman-hating world will crumble In the blast of my ice poured upon your blather Do you hear the drums of sweet November call? There you will be tossed and tumbled In reality you are no kind of man at all. No kind of man we would embrace for any price Though you cling fast to every dollar in your grasp Wring benefits unearned from others, squeezer, vice But never leader, only backward stretching wasp Bring out your ugly legionnaires of doom to face the music Of the young, the elderly, the strong against your hooded lies Those who long for justice aim to curb you and your avarice Bring here your crippled trumpet too be smelted in our fires For every child of every mother, every sister, every brother Father, will take no prisoners, but free the wrongly caged To fill your coffers slaved the migrant, not today And never more shall we sit quiet in our rage. I call you traitor to your country, traitor to your college students Traitor to investors, every one. You plan to win. It's now your time of trials will begin. Expect that it will never end.
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