and yes along with my other work I write Political Satire. Have some

My Interview with (Drum roll and rockets’ red glare, bombs bursting in the air) The one... The Only........ Donald The Ding -a ling- Duck

Viruses yeah, I know them. We have a great relationship. They love me.

This is the virus, it’s like a wave, it may or may not go up or down like this. Watch my hands, like a wave. The coronavirus is a hoax.

Sir, WHO has said there is no stopping the virus from spreading what do you have to say about that after you said we had shut the door on the virus in this country?
Fake news fake news. I never saw a memo.

The Virus is here because the Democrats clicked their heels together 2 times, said the word Socialist 3 times, sacrificed a chicken and hey the virus was here.
Democrats are bad for the country.

Well, what about the 8.5 Billion you just asked for from Congress to the fight virus and stimulate our economy?
No more questions from you, I don't like questions and you are a bad reporter.
Like I said it’s a beautiful test, like the letter…… perfect.

But it's spreading and you said it was a Hoax?
Fake news It’s a plot by the Democrats, my enemies, the Martians and the kids from the Good Ship Lollipop to make me look bad
I hate that question

Where are all the medical supplies that were supposed to be stockpiled by the Feds in case of a Pandemic?
I don’t know, no supplies here, I don’t know where they went. Its Obama's fault, the Chinese fault, WHO's fault, and the state's fault, and you over there not gazing at me in adoration, it's you're fault
too.
I take no responsibility.

Money? Money? we have lots of money here have some, you and you too, take some and vote for me
God sent me to save you know. (Cue the halo light around his head).

What about the U.S. federal budget deficit for the fiscal year 2020? it's $966 billion before the economic damage from the virus is factored in? You said you would reduce it?
What Deficit????
The economy looks great. (Raise the flag behind him and turn on the fan).
Quack Quack


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Refusing to die
Struggled fiercely to walk away

I attempted ******
Trying the bury the evil energy
Wrapped in charms
In a burning grave

Still breathing
This defiler of death
Tongue of golden words
Falling on only those poor naive souls
Love desperate to be heard

Tender hearts strings strummed
Sweet songs to the listening ear
Promised safe harbor to stay
Intent on destroying the deceptive predator of souls
I banished the power of day

Besieging with it
With dark incantation
Magic dangerous spells
Disciplined eastern meditation

Calling the creature to me
Powerless
It could not resist
Wretched demon of time
I trapped the beast
In a witches pentagram
Sealed at each point
With chants of  forgotten ancient rhyme

Defenseless against me
A white sorceress
The monster was destroyed
Bound forever
Cursed by salt and fire
In hell to stay forever more


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River of Red
Down float the cold dead
Rise to heaven those pure of heart
Evil sink to black depths unknown

River of red
Souls bob and weave
Angels gaze solemnly
Careful not to dip
Holy white robes
Blessed golden feet
Into inky depths of sin

River of red
Come now the parade
The recently expired
Among the creatures of the earth
On judgment waters, they glide
Justice rushing cold currents
River of red

Repost of a poem I cannot find on my page

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I spun the wheel
Rolled the dice
Lay down the cards
Clicked my heels together twice
And I lost
This time
But it is not always so

Life is a gamble
A complicated game
Of twisted roads
Unknown faces
It is a dangerous risk that must be taken

Bet your money
Bet your life
Bet your love
Roll the dice
Shuffle the deck
Play the hand you are dealt

Up the Ante
Poker faced bluff
Hold them
Fold them
Take the ***
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you will lose
The choice to keep on playing
Is  always up to you
But if you posses the courage
Roll the dice



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I awoke late the eve of Christmas
To the sound of strange tinkling bells
Half sleep looked out my window
There parked was a reindeer and sled

I get out of bed and to myself said
Something here is not right
Went into the living room shaking my head
There on my couch sat a white bearded man
Red suit
Cup of fresh coffee in hand

Still in shock I said
Hey you must be Santa Claus
But what are you doing here eating pie
Shouldn't you be delivering presents to good boys and girls
With reindeer pulling you through the skies

He said my son
I am famished and all done
Your house was my last stop
So I took a short rest and caught my breath
Please pardon me if I helped myself

Again he spoke and said
I do love cookies and milk
But there are times I like something warm
Its a very long cold trip you know
To the North pole and my home

I thank you for your hospitality
For the wonderful coffee and pie
Leaving a bag of packages under the tree
****
He was gone in the blink of an eye

Thinking to myself
No one will believe this
They will say
It is all a lie
That I awoke late one Christmas eve
To Santa resting on my couch
Having coffee and a slice of pie


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I closed the scarlet drapes      
Of my black and blue life
Cloaked carefully
Invisible
From prying eyes
Barred the stain glass windows
Of a wandering soul lost
The bitterness of promise
Upon thin red lips

Glancing back into the past
Coaxing bruised memories from my mind
Watching them slide from my hands
Tiny globes of affection’s pain
Micro drops of burning sand
Of sadness timeless solitary face
Lonely kiss of the fates
Was of my cold breath comprised

On the splintered altar
Love was with acceptance
Sacrificed
Trembling broken heart
Disappearing into the night
For eternity entombed was my desire
I closed the scarlet drapes of my life



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Charge in bravely
Release the components of intent
Seek justice long in coming
Press steadily forward
Refusing to relent
Contumacious in action and thought
Until the last drop of courage is spent

Demand respect from enemies
If given with honor
Return in kind the same
But by no means or reason
Ever concede the game

Instead
Cry Chaos
Inflict stinging blows
Focused
This strange power you now posses
Take hold
Scream chaos in defiance
Unsheath your sword

(This is the result of reading Shakespeare)
My new word for the day   Contumacious    (rebellious or defiant in nature)

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Hardly ever spoken
No one understands
Or in my descriptive verse
The tongue of those who toil
Language of the common man


Perhaps I will conjure up eighteen letter words
That no one bothers to read
To portray myself as cultured
Intelligent
Or write to impress using rhymes extinct

An artist of words
I shall say what I know and feel
Poetry written from the soul
That can be touched
Tasted and real

Instead of ancient unknown letters on paper
Carelessly discarded sooner or later
For the elite of mind easily bored
Seek to read more jaded material

Monetary gain being of no consideration
No compensation sought
Painting pictures of life in actuality
A presentation of a poets thoughts  

Doing my best to let my stories be heard
Carefully pick and choose
I will speak in the tongue of the everyday man
Instead of words rarely used



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Only not as we played before
Now that we are equal
Give me a chance
To even up the score

Shall we play the game
It was I remember
Your once deepest wish
Intent on gaining
What was stolen from me
On this I will insist

Shall we play the game
The rules have been changed
The winner take all
A challenge I call
The outcome I can assure you
Will not be the same

Victorious face
Or deaths dark palace
Truth or dare
But have great care
I am deadly opponent
Having come into my own
Shall we play the game

                                       
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I am going to start sharing everyone's work on here.  We are all artists that paint picture with words and though we may not understand each others writings at times poets are all cut from the same cloth from the novice writer to the more skilled. Give the young writers a chance and you newer artists learn from those who have lived in the world of poetry longer than you. You older poets remember what it was like to search for words to express what you were feeling. Appreciate the individuality and love of the written word that binds us together

Drip
Drip
So fall the drops
The cut was made
By words and thought

Though plan to avenge my honor
Not a hand was raised
Just sentences in a line
Long ago hidden
Open on paper lay

Cruelty is one punishment
Intent is another
I will not turn one cheek
Or offer up the other

So summon up the judge
Let us review the facts
You have no credible alibi
To justify malicious acts


I will not delete my accusations
On legal record they stay
Not by glittering gift
Or offer of apology
Will my opinion sway

Drip
Drip
So fall the drops
The cut was made
With word and thoughts

You have chosen the hour
I shall choose the day
As the drops fall into a puddle
Dissolving the life away


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Brain swirling with  brilliant living colors
The onset of madness
Thorn covered  soul
Touched by  melancholy hands
The disease of sadness
Silently creeping down illuminated halls
To my anonymous world

Erratic chains of thoughts
Slide down shiny rippling creeks
Un- disciplined nerves
Angry responses
Unexpected and shocking
Raw reactions
Tempered with moments
Of burning white hot sanity
This is my life
So I exist

This human body of emotions
Is ruled by a flesh composed *****
Through which with each and every beat
My thick red blood flows
In cellular
Molecular rhythm    
This fibrous muscle
Is gravely injured
A  bleeding hole
That heals slowly
As I breathe in and out

This is my life
So I exist



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The noise beyond the roaring city bustle
The cars
Harsh blaring horns
Frogs croaking in a pond
The whippoorwill its sad call
Solitary
Quite forlorn

Crickets talking in a  secret rhythmic language
Bats fluttering eyes shining
Left to right
Snakes wiggle across cold ground
Wildcats scream calling
Into a eerie starlight sky

Silver speckled fish leap out of the water
Splashing
Continuous  ripples
For the winged bug in flight
Armadillos root for their food
Having sufficient but limited sight  
The owl swoops into predatory dive
In its sharp claws his meal clutched tight
These are creatures of the darkness
The unique musical sounds of the night



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On a wintery red down feathered wing
And through ancient icy oaks winds sing
Heralds the coming of the shy maiden spring
The colors of green, gold, and indigo she brings.
Across snowcapped mountains
Her sweet melodies ring
As winters chilled touch did cling

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Let me lie
On star dust covered sheets
White roses strewn around
Rest my hand near a protective heart
Where no menacing shadows abound

Allow me to inhale the incense of my lover
Across my body his mystical cover
Lay my head on calm broad chest
As the sun sets red and pink in the west

Placing my small hand in his
With my eyes I quietly plead
Unlock my red barbed chains
Catch me when I stumble and fall
Dance with me  in the pouring rain

Let me lie
On stardust covered sheets
White roses strewn around
With you forever my dearest love
Until the death of time

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Sitting on my porch
One fine autumn evening
Flew by me a witch of Gaya
In latin bade me greetings

Inviting her in for a cup of tea
It was after all the polite thing to do
She was powerful in the way of charms
Lest she put on a me a terrible spell
My hospitality I did not refuse

So up my steps
Slowly she came
Shaking the dust from her clothes
Bringing  thunder and rain

I bowed to her and marveled
Her travels  have been many
She spoke stating that her appetite was great
Serving cheese and bread on a plate
I  refrained from having any

She wore a old black frock
Thick black bearskin cape
A warm and satisfied look on her face
Before speaking sighed deeply and said to me
I desire a stout cup of evening tea
I fixed my best brew for her of course
Not wanting to be turned into a horse

She narrowed her eyes
Took note of my size
Pouring from a silver bottle into her cup
She had hidden in her coat
Took a sip and laughed a little
Thanked me for being a wonderful host

So after a chat
A brief social interlude
She begged take leave
Grabbed her enchanted broom

She turned round and said
Thee have been kind to me
Knowing I am a witch
You did not tremble and looked me in the eye
So I give you blessings
From the earth and sky

So now and forever your cup shall be full
Before you shall go your fame
Your trees heavily laden with sweet ripe fruit
Golden fields heavy with grain

She departed as quickly as she arrived
Disappearing into the skies
Her word was good
As my cup of tea
All came to pass
As she said it would be


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Late one nice warm evening
Came a very loud knock upon my door
It was a complete stranger
Tired bewildered and lost
Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods

A gracious host of course
I bowed, extended my hand and stated
Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters
Such as the ghost to my left moaning and groaning
Or the ghoul to the right dressed in tatters

As you can plainly see I am playing poker with the 3 eyed demons of the 4th night
Who infamous cheaters like the mummies rarely ever get a second invite.
The vampires are sitting in the shadows where they think no one may see
Putting visine in their red eyes
White roses in black lapels and sharpening their pointed teeth

The werewolves yellow dripping fangs
Are climbing the curtains growling
Come the rising of the round moon
The goblins little monsters stroll in nosily
Angrily demanding recognition which is rightly their due

The witches spitting and cursing their hats
Hopped clumsily off their brooms
While the strongest warlocks were locked in battle
Throwing spells across the amber walled room

They have arrived for my banquet
As all have received the coveted invitations before
When some foolish stranger like you
Unaware knocks upon my door,

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From the black recesses of the earth
She rose from her long slumber
Icy death smile on her crimson lips
Face gleaming with wicked knowledge


Slanted eyes of emerald green
Glazed and mad
Her crown jewels of the dead
Bleached human bones
Encircled her head

Fine glass complexion of shimmering gold
She spoke the words of The Sleeping Three
Hair falling in rich waves down to the floor of snakes
The color of the crows breast
A rich purple ebony

Snake scale gown of finely woven human skins
Gathered from her poor victims sin
Wrapped round her lithe body
A thousand souls it took to weave

Awakened from its dark sleep
Spells cast in  hell's deep
By a powerful witch
Who stirred the cauldron
Tainted with revenge

The demon was now visible to sight
The apparition appeared in smoke and orange red light
To bow down and submit to the witches bidding
The command never waived from intent
One of chaos and death
Slaughtered, cold in rows they lay

Pity for the one this creature seeks
Of a terrible perfume her heart reeks
That of blood and brimstone
Perfumed smoke and fire
The devil is her line and sire


So by demons touch
Plotting cold hands
She claims the souls of mortal man
More thread for her clothing
The beautiful demon


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When the black dog appears
On a starless full moon night
A shadow of blackness
Turn your hands to ice
Grip tightly your soul
Prepare for the judgment of man

These beings tied together as one
Upon whom was wrought great harm
They will speak with truth
What is right
What is wrong
The darkness bottomless depths
Love and purity of the light
The penance if any should be allowed

Possessing strength of the righteous these ghosts
Whose once warm hearts have turned to stone
The very ones you lay in the ground
Who have been quiet and still
Without a sound
And those earth bound spirits
With life in their veins

This shall be the court you will face
Here recount your actions and disgrace
Some will ask for mercy and pity
While others insist upon your death
But as sure as I am living and draw breath
They will condemn your soul
For  evil deeds
The  rain of blood tears
Planting of hate’s seeds

Perhaps it will be many
Or just a few years
But do not doubt it
Amid the rain of blood tears
On a starless night
The black dog will appear




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I am the cold breeze
Come dancing through the trees
The chill makes you turn round
Straining for the  errie  sound
That jolts you into panic
Each time it appears
Guilt is its name

I am the ground
You tread upon
Day after day
Enduring
This I will tolerate
Not a word will I say
For I am very patient

The ray of sun revealing all
Shining warm on your face
Still you strive to hide the disgrace you bear
By secreting it in the dark place of your soul

The moon
My milky beams lay upon you
As you fly down the asphalt
Rising up from the road
My reflection
The sadness in my eyes is all you see
As you take your final ride
I am the cold breeze


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Sat on the white metal gate
For the wicked soul
He sang and wait

In and out the opening
The body did run
Unaware
Death had come

Till one day
The bird screeched no more
The man lay on the ground
Chest bloodied and torn

Clutched to feathered *****
Black purple arrayed
Held fast in long sharp claws
A cooling evil heart stayed
Screaming flew away into the sky
That turned from sea blue into a ghostly gray

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The moon waned yellow
On green bough slip
Flowing water to putrid wine
Upon evil lips

Eyes cloud hazy
With cobweb veil
Dark soul shudders
Horned demons sail

Hands shake and tremble
As magic drams do fetch
Loneliness lays heavy covering
On a marked doomed wretch

Honed fine sharp edge
The heart will slice
Rest in black silk coffin
Blood cold as ice



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Comes.
Mystical runes cast
The old forgotten songs sung.
I summon all my power from white fire.
It approaches stealthily;
The darkest hour.

The blackened *** will be stirred.
Words unspoken for a thousand years,
From blood less lips said.
Owls talons, lizards and toadstools,
With this potion my small vial fill.

Dragons, demons, imps and sprites,
Salute in homage  and bow down.
Ghosts appear if I so desire.
With a wave of my hands.
The contents of the glowing cauldron,
Bubbling fiercely,
Turning the future red.

And so with out announcement
Striking of twelve on the hour
What was foretold has begun
It comes;
The darkest hour.


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A cry of a lone bird in the blackness
Silence
Stillness
This is my world

Of glaring sunlight it is devoid
Its message of rejuvenation rejected
My soul an empty void
Shunning all that lives in light
My world is the darkness of night

Ouestioning  eyes
I care not to see
My answers to the brazen curious
I try to refrain from giving
For I will offer no quarter
They would be cutting and direct

I have shuttered my emotions
Seeking only the calm and cool of the dark
I chose to ignore this beating  heart
The glowing brightness they call life
Withdrawing to the shadows of my world
And the darkness of the night



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Toil and weariness
Invite you to sleep
Into your dreams
Come the hate you reap

The weak ones that could not defend themselves
Upon whom your touch
Drew blood and pain
The dark headed young one heart broken in two
Now dead and silent lay

So if you die
Before you wake
Your evil soul
I  shall surely take

Your judges were victims
Hearts that bled
Those whose lives you covered with tears
The sentence was passed without consideration of pity
To hell's caves for a thousand years

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When my mind is a cold cell
Graced by heaven
Possessed by hell

I can easily escape
I can certainly walk out
Still thoughts of madness
Laughing dance about

There are no iron bars
Not a single heavy chain
Trapped in my mind
Betrayals sly game

I whisper words that no one hears
Emotions cut me unending
Loves bitter tears

The days come and go
When my mind is a cold cell
Graced by heaven
Controlled by hell


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The death train rolls
With no pity
Down cursed tracks
Carrying living ghosts
Minds soon to be dead
Ribs visibly seen
Mouths slack

To the camps of starvation
Unbearable cruelty
Poisonous smoke
Degradation
God pity them  
Their final destination

The said offense marked
By yellow star on their sleeve
Little madman's condemnation
The *****’s ideology consumed them
A strategic genocide campaign

The Death train rolls
Bearer of doomed souls
Their ticket of forever
Tears and blood
Flow in streams on the ground
When the Death train rolls around


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The demon took up residence within me
Sitting silent still and quiet
As my dull blank face
Stared unblinking into the long night
Waiting for that
Which would never appear

His eyes flickered green
This creature created from my darkest dreams
Brought to life by violence and tears
Lonely echoing screams

In my twisted thoughts he dwell
Upon each hour
Rang his cursed bell
Planting infectious evil
Hell's seeds
Deep into my empty heart

I called out
In my hurt and despair
Reaching for a hand that was not there
Allowing him to overtake me
Plunging head long into the endless void of hate

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She flew in her chariot by the light of the moon
Knowing the day would come all too soon
Gathering herbs from underground
The forest of darkness where twas no sound

To the river of blood to fetch her wine
Imps hovered about
Ran fast the time

From the wing of white owl
Snatched three feathers
Out of midnight sky
Stars of heather
The mountains north vials of whispering winds
Tails of magical deer
Running forbidden glens

In charm covered cape
To sacred circle flew
Leaving behind a trail of sparkling hue
Incantations spoken
Revenge beget
The man who spurned her
He demons would get

She drew up the potion
Called forth the demon
Hells brimstone smoke
Dead souls singing

Orders from the woman
Sent the Devils spawn into flight
With orders to return the following night

The night time fell
As did the following day
Black flickering lights in pentagram array
Each dark candle did kindle desire
The demon appeared amid red fire
Spells muttered under breath
Cast the ancient way
Over the conjured one silver bond did lay

To despised castle 
I commandthee
Destroy the man
The one she had loved
Pledged to another's hand

Fly now winged one
Not one more moment spent
Evil black smoke
In a swirl the demon went

To the bedchamber of the king
Dispatched him with single blow
Wretched creature peered into his thoughts
As life ebbed in drops from body slow

His love for the strange enchantress
Hearts secret she did not know
Ghastly smile on the demons face
For the price of desire was her soul

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I awoke from a dream and wrote this piece where it came from I dont know