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trump better watch out he better not cry Better not shout Impeachment is nigh More indictments coming-no doubt! Conspiracy lists Repeating them thrice Gonna tweet out What’s naughty, not nice… donald trump’s Impeachment’s in town! We see you when you’re tweeting We know that you’re up late We see that you’re a shameless hood Can’t be good for goodness sake! Oh! trump’s Treason’s come out he’s starting to cry he already shouts Calls putin his guy… donald trump-on Airforce One-leaves town!

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Nov 23, 2019

Nov 23, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC

terry-jordan

Donald trump is leavin’ this town! [to the tune of Santa Claus is Comin' to Town]

trump better watch out he better not cry Better not shout Impeachment is nigh More indictments coming-no doubt! Conspiracy lists Repeating them thrice Gonna tweet out What’s naughty, not nice… donald trump’s Impeachment’s in town! We see you when you’re tweeting We know that you’re up late We see that you’re a shameless hood Can’t be good for goodness sake! Oh! trump’s Treason’s come out he’s starting to cry he already shouts Calls putin his guy… donald trump-on Airforce One-leaves town!

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He crows about his crowd size For “winning” an election While most of us experience Democracy’s defection donald knows no boundaries His pants always on fire Now numbers past 12 thousand Show he’s a constant liar Praising evil dictators He thinks that we won’t notice While kow-towing to putin Our crazy shady potus Earth’s life-supporting systems Are collapsing day by day Showing scorched Earth strategies Daily through his EPA Rolling regulations back For Mother Earth’s protections Defiling our National Parks Drilling toxic injections The Amazon is burning Is any country helping? The Earth is getting hotter Too many glaciers melting trump’s polluting our sandbox Distracting us from the greed In the frenzy of rollbacks… his relentless Twitter feed Maligning our Free Press It’s clear for whom he’s rootin’ Eliminating sanctions Against vladimir putin

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Sep 6, 2019

Sep 6, 2019 at 4:26 PM UTC

terry-jordan

donald & vladimir

He crows about his crowd size For “winning” an election While most of us experience Democracy’s defection donald knows no boundaries His pants always on fire Now numbers past 12 thousand Show he’s a constant liar Praising evil dictators He thinks that we won’t notice While kow-towing to putin Our crazy shady potus Earth’s life-supporting systems Are collapsing day by day Showing scorched Earth strategies Daily through his EPA Rolling regulations back For Mother Earth’s protections Defiling our National Parks Drilling toxic injections The Amazon is burning Is any country helping? The Earth is getting hotter Too many glaciers melting trump’s polluting our sandbox Distracting us from the greed In the frenzy of rollbacks… his relentless Twitter feed Maligning our Free Press It’s clear for whom he’s rootin’ Eliminating sanctions Against vladimir putin

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I sit satisfied Smiling smugly Ha! I think. Go ahead, Just ask me anything you want to know Go ahead. I defy you! Huh? Whaddaya mean Is it dark Inside of Snowballs?

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC

terry-jordan

Is it dark inside of snowballs?

I sit satisfied Smiling smugly Ha! I think. Go ahead, Just ask me anything you want to know Go ahead. I defy you! Huh? Whaddaya mean Is it dark Inside of Snowballs?

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We’re in this together Share the world’s seeming insanity Look at yourself when you Study the whole of humanity Observe the universe We’re all in this together A connection made of tears Flows as rivers forever Why ever go it alone Lonely cuts like a knife We’re all in this together Connected to all life

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC

terry-jordan

We're in this together

We’re in this together Share the world’s seeming insanity Look at yourself when you Study the whole of humanity Observe the universe We’re all in this together A connection made of tears Flows as rivers forever Why ever go it alone Lonely cuts like a knife We’re all in this together Connected to all life

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So easily I slide Into an old chenille robe Slouching to accept defeat Feeling each past failure’s probe My isolation morphs Into alienation I slip into a winter Of my discontent again Familiar imprint there Tattooed backside on the couch A negative reminder Under dark shrouds of self-doubt Passively sinking Wallowing in all things bleak Difficulties must precede Enlightenment that I seek Can’t hardly lift my feet Both beneath my tree-log legs I shuffle with some coffee Time to empty out the dregs After the longest day I kick takeout boxes aside I ricochet off balance still No fall comes without any pride

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC

terry-jordan

So easily I slide

So easily I slide Into an old chenille robe Slouching to accept defeat Feeling each past failure’s probe My isolation morphs Into alienation I slip into a winter Of my discontent again Familiar imprint there Tattooed backside on the couch A negative reminder Under dark shrouds of self-doubt Passively sinking Wallowing in all things bleak Difficulties must precede Enlightenment that I seek Can’t hardly lift my feet Both beneath my tree-log legs I shuffle with some coffee Time to empty out the dregs After the longest day I kick takeout boxes aside I ricochet off balance still No fall comes without any pride

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The first thinkers were poets Naming Mother Earth Beginning symbolic thinking Of nature, death and birth Though themes are often repeated Love, Beauty and God Poetry in the guise of Religion A prophet or a fraud The poet resurrects the Primitive Through allegory and similes Disarming the unknown like explorers Sublime Prophets and Visionaries They must lay bare those treasured images That must be expressed Unraveling and revealing the sounds At each soul’s behest Encompassing the entire Cosmos So lyrical the beat The poet’s excitement flows outward Laid at the Reader’s feet So original, individual She won’t examine or explain Letting go the festering feelings Disturbances in her brain He exposes his dark, wounded psyche Just to release and express Such capacity to see and compare Hyperbole at its best I love, I hate, I suffer A special dance in rhythm and rhyme The poet as a buffer Lessening the pain and sting of time Laden with symbol and feeling She gives you sweet relief From something urgent, revealing Confusion to belief Through a cinematic kind of seeing The poet purges to transform By leaping through Alice’s looking glass She never was one to conform Quite intolerant of convention Just like that ole Mad Hatter His passions immune to all logic In syncopated patter Jamming up the poet’s mind Struggling for expression Seeking order out of chaos An infantile regression Cleaving to his imaginary world The poet breaks out into words Creating sound paintings to be unfurled So his own agony is blurred She succumbs to storms of passion With instinctive technique Rhymes and rhythm still in fashion Out of hand flows mystique The poet mines from his unconscious The Reader is not blind For every single line and symbol Means something to the mind Causing an inner liberation Enlightenment or flight It is a matter of life and death When darkness turns to light.

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC

terry-jordan

Ode to Poets

The first thinkers were poets Naming Mother Earth Beginning symbolic thinking Of nature, death and birth Though themes are often repeated Love, Beauty and God Poetry in the guise of Religion A prophet or a fraud The poet resurrects the Primitive Through allegory and similes Disarming the unknown like explorers Sublime Prophets and Visionaries They must lay bare those treasured images That must be expressed Unraveling and revealing the sounds At each soul’s behest Encompassing the entire Cosmos So lyrical the beat The poet’s excitement flows outward Laid at the Reader’s feet So original, individual She won’t examine or explain Letting go the festering feelings Disturbances in her brain He exposes his dark, wounded psyche Just to release and express Such capacity to see and compare Hyperbole at its best I love, I hate, I suffer A special dance in rhythm and rhyme The poet as a buffer Lessening the pain and sting of time Laden with symbol and feeling She gives you sweet relief From something urgent, revealing Confusion to belief Through a cinematic kind of seeing The poet purges to transform By leaping through Alice’s looking glass She never was one to conform Quite intolerant of convention Just like that ole Mad Hatter His passions immune to all logic In syncopated patter Jamming up the poet’s mind Struggling for expression Seeking order out of chaos An infantile regression Cleaving to his imaginary world The poet breaks out into words Creating sound paintings to be unfurled So his own agony is blurred She succumbs to storms of passion With instinctive technique Rhymes and rhythm still in fashion Out of hand flows mystique The poet mines from his unconscious The Reader is not blind For every single line and symbol Means something to the mind Causing an inner liberation Enlightenment or flight It is a matter of life and death When darkness turns to light.

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Jordy does her yoga Greets me smiling Taking flight Legs and arms akimbo Picks the music That she'd like Yes she can be picky She’s a Princess No disguise Keeps her posse jumping When she flashes Big brown eyes Jordy, little sister Halfway woman Halfway child Can be temperamental Has a hissy When she’s riled She likes watching Ninjas Leaping so high Just like them She has us all beguiled Jordy Nicole Never mild She saw Ziggy Marley At Sunfest What a mob Yet she prefers his father The first Marley She loves Bob

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC

terry-jordan

Jordy Nicole

Jordy does her yoga Greets me smiling Taking flight Legs and arms akimbo Picks the music That she'd like Yes she can be picky She’s a Princess No disguise Keeps her posse jumping When she flashes Big brown eyes Jordy, little sister Halfway woman Halfway child Can be temperamental Has a hissy When she’s riled She likes watching Ninjas Leaping so high Just like them She has us all beguiled Jordy Nicole Never mild She saw Ziggy Marley At Sunfest What a mob Yet she prefers his father The first Marley She loves Bob

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Extend a hand to yourself Helpful, tender and warm Giving yourself a high-five Doing yourself no harm Raise both hands, disarm yourself Feel peace from hands to heart Show some enthusiasm Before your day can start Hug both shoulders give a squeeze Close your eyes with a sigh Feeling your love with each breath Even if you cry Entwine your fingers, press palms In gratitude for Having come this far While still wanting more Give yourself a round of applause Feel the joy indeed Perhaps a pat on your shoulder May be all you need

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC

terry-jordan

Extend a hand

Extend a hand to yourself Helpful, tender and warm Giving yourself a high-five Doing yourself no harm Raise both hands, disarm yourself Feel peace from hands to heart Show some enthusiasm Before your day can start Hug both shoulders give a squeeze Close your eyes with a sigh Feeling your love with each breath Even if you cry Entwine your fingers, press palms In gratitude for Having come this far While still wanting more Give yourself a round of applause Feel the joy indeed Perhaps a pat on your shoulder May be all you need

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Christmas is Love It can’t be bought or sold It never grows too old It’s hearing an old song A friend who’s long since gone A clear star in the sky A baby’s first shrill cry It’s never losing hope Though in the dark you ***** It comes just to remind us Of all that is behind us It’s all we see and feel Christmas is very real

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Dec 13, 2018

Dec 13, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC

terry-jordan

Christmas is Love

Christmas is Love It can’t be bought or sold It never grows too old It’s hearing an old song A friend who’s long since gone A clear star in the sky A baby’s first shrill cry It’s never losing hope Though in the dark you ***** It comes just to remind us Of all that is behind us It’s all we see and feel Christmas is very real

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Dear Eliot, I wonder why When members post their rhymes You gave us all those choices how To give some feedback every time Like it, love it, leave a comment, too Even click on “thumbs down” The best is when a reader is moved To send it all around… Or when it’s picked “The Daily” It feels like quite a treat when someone shines a “Sun” that Feels marvelously sweet! We poets see who likes our writes Who sends them all around But just what is the purpose for Those mean, faceless “thumbs down”?

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC

terry-jordan

I wonder why the "thumbs down"?

Dear Eliot, I wonder why When members post their rhymes You gave us all those choices how To give some feedback every time Like it, love it, leave a comment, too Even click on “thumbs down” The best is when a reader is moved To send it all around… Or when it’s picked “The Daily” It feels like quite a treat when someone shines a “Sun” that Feels marvelously sweet! We poets see who likes our writes Who sends them all around But just what is the purpose for Those mean, faceless “thumbs down”?

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