On No Donald

You can take our pennies
You can change the gulf
You can lie all you want
Through a made up mouth
But oh no Donald
Can't ya see
You don't go messing
With the history

You can golden oval
Like Aesops goose
Go goose stepping
With Kim Jong Un
But huh huh Donald
Don't ya see
We all give a ****
About security

You can have a ballroom
And your R.G.C
You can dance with Putin
Then go have ice tea
But one last warning
Donaldcy!!!
Stay the hell away From the ABC's

Bill MacEachern 90/09/2025

Don’t Look Now

Don't look now, oh holy cow
Look what he is up to now
Closing doors on everyone
Don't look now
There's more to come

Don't look now, oh me oh my
All he does is lie lie lie
P.T.Barnham...multiplied!!!
*******
Dont trust this guy

Don't look now, for goodness sake
All he does is take take take
King Pac-Man is on a run
Look out now
For everyone!!!

Bill MacEachern February 24, 2025
© 5 mins ago, Bill MacEachern   poem • rhyme

"I am They”!

“They”
Are the Irish
The Black
And the Jew
“They’re
The innocent
All thrown
In the stew

"They”
Are your family
Your neighbor
Your friends
“They’re”
Used by bigots
As weapons
Again

“They"
Can be anyone
Anyone
You choose
“They’re”
Used as fodder
“They’re” an old
Racist tool

Bill MacEachern September 14, 2024

Silence

Silence speaks
It’s heard and it’s loud
Not saying a word
Says, I will allow

Silence wobbles
Unsteady it stands
Like a good ostrich
That blends with the sands

Silence is safety
With no point of view
Silence don’t matter
Until it is you

Silence is sneaky
It hides, it evades
It ducks and it weaves
Avoiding THEIR say

Silence is dull
No shine and no glow
Whoever said golden
Knows nothing at all

Silence risks nothing
No skin in the game
Don’t open the door
Just lean on the gate

Silence knows nothing
Don’t ask them the score
Three sleeping monkeys
Know nothing no more

Silence is guilty
Without a defense
The guilt will distill
In all their silence

Bill MacEachern September 21, 2024

I wood walk for leisure
I wood walk for me
I wood walk and listen
To old woods that creak

I wood walk at daybreak
I would walk and breathe
I wood walk while tasting
The scent of wet leaves

I wood walk and ponder
I wood walk the trail
I wood walk the winter woods
When I want to feel

I wood walk in rhythm
I wood walk alone
I wood walk and whistle
As birds sing along

I knock on the knotted pines
And walk right on in
Then roam the wooden pews
Of my church again

Bill MacEachern December 13, 2023

Rainy At My House

Torrents of rain
Flume for the gutters
Blankets of gray
Spread out above us

Treetops sashay
Swinging here and then fro
Like wild swing dancers
Commandeering the floor

Windows bead heavy
With water droplets
Some are seen racing
With weightful swiftness

Wrens still sing
With treetops for cover
It makes a great stage
As well as umbrella

Shhhhh of wet tires
Hog all the air
It's rainy at my house
But sunny somewhere

Bill MacEachern August 2024

New Swear Word

Tommy woke at 3 AM
To yelling, taunts and swears
This time Tommy heard his Ma
Use words he never heard

"Abuse” echoed through the house
Straight to Tommy’s ears
Cowering under covers
Tommy snored on every word

"I’m not going to be…
abused anymore!”
Tommy’s mother shouted
Sounding more like a roar

Tommy woke the next day
Then groggily recalled…
Is "abuse” a new swear word
He knew he had to know

Getting out the big word book
That Tommy always used
Tommy hoped to find
The answer to “abuse”

Tommy was dismayed
On all it had to say
“Abuse” was not a swear word
Though saw it everyday

Bill MacEachern August 23, 2024