"inaugural" poems
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*And whether a child is born
in the urban sprawl of Detroit
Or the windswept plains of Nebraska
They look up at the same night sky
They fill their heart with the same dreams
And they are infused with the breath of life
By the same almighty creator!
--A poem by President Donald Trump*
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**Extremely beautiful, President Trump
thank you for this** ♡
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Climb aboard the Paper Airplane Express
Let’s fly to far away destinations
Where we land is random, it can’t be guessed
We have no preconceived expectations
Wings hand crafted by tiny artisans
Powered by adolescent dreams that ignite
Bright eyed smiles, marking the serene occasion
Of each and every planes inaugural flight
Hop aboard the Paper Airplane Express
No two planes are alike, each is unique
And not every flight is a success
But we can re-launch after a simple tweak
As our pilots aren’t allowed to play with matches
To date none of our planes have caught on fire
Though we have seen quite a few crashes
And apparently that little pyro bobby just made me a liar
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
After a thoroughly enjoyable weekend
Which involved watching an animated science fiction thriller
Followed by a Football World Cup Final
Which turned out to be even more thrilling
I had to face the dreaded prospect
Of returning to work on a Monday
Yes, the notorious villain of the week
Which can ensure sleepless nights
Even for the strongest souls
Well, the day was actually not that bad
To begin with, at least
After a hot bath
Followed by an even hotter cup of filter coffee
Prepared by my dear mother, as ever
I had a simple breakfast
Consisting of a plate of chapatis
Mixed with some rather tangy marmalade
Thus, I was ready
To face the grind of work
Or at least, I thought I was
The reality turned out to be as different
As apples and oranges
It started with a few phone calls
However, the response was not flattering
Thus, I headed to lunch
In the hope of making some progress
In the second half of the day
However, I couldn't have been more wrong
The phone calls failed to achieve their purpose
As I was unable to obtain slots
For the interviews to be scheduled
Moreover, I was dealing with multiple stuff
At the same time
Which proved to be even more difficult
Than obtaining a seat in one of the IIMs
Time was playing a cat-and-mouse game with me
The closer I got to him
The more he would evade me
As the hours flew by
I kept meandering aimlessly
Without achieving anything tangible
By the time I finally got the hang of work
It was already well past 6 PM
And I felt as though I had wasted more time
Than a certain Sunil Gavaskar had done
In his infamous innings of 36 not out, off 175 *****
In the inaugural 1975 Cricket World Cup
Thus, I was thoroughly relieved
When the day finally ended
Returning to work on a Monday
Especially after a thoroughly enjoyable weekend
Is never good
Full stop
Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
Fashion designer Dame Trelise Cooper is holding her first show in Wanaka to help raise funds for the town's planned hospice.
The September 30 Theatre of Fashion event is being organised by Wanaka fashion store Escape Clothing owner Lucy Lucas and the Upper Clutha Hospice Trust and organisers hope to raise up to $30,000.
Trust fundraiser Bev Rudkin said the show was "such a coup for Wanaka".
Wanaka hasn't had anything like this before and we know Theatre of Fashion will be an exciting event."
The event will be held at the McRae family's Glendhu Station Woolshed and will showcase the Trelise Cooper Summer 2015/16 collection. It will also feature three Trelise Cooper 1950s-inspired installations.
The event includes an auction of donated items, with all proceeds going to the Upper Clutha Hospice Trust.
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Lucas lost her mother to cancer two years ago and says the hospice facility is especially important for the local community.
At the moment, Wanaka cancer patients and their families travel either to Clyde's Dunstan Hospital or Dunedin Hospital for hospice care.
The Upper Clutha Hospice Trust will be a tenant in the Presbyterian Support Otago and Mt Aspiring Retirement Village's proposed aged care/dementia facility on Cardrona Valley Road. Construction is scheduled later this year.
The trust is raising capital and operating costs for its patient rooms within the larger facility.
Lucas stocks Trelise Cooper in her shop and approached Dame Trelise to see if she was interested in helping the trust.
"Dame Trelise is incredibly generous with her time. She does a lot for community causes. Wanaka is so lucky to have her agree to holding this event, and for her to attend is even better. Guests are in for a treat. Trelise Cooper shows are always fantastic, with plenty of 'wow' factor," Lucas said.
Dame Trelise said she was only too happy to help: "Giving back to the community is something I have always believed in. It means a lot to me that my passion and the work that I do can be put towards something that really makes a difference . . . I have some very loyal customers in the South Island who have supported my label right from the beginning, and it feels great to be able to bring an event like this to them."
FAST FACTS
What: Theatre of Fashion inaugural show
When: 6.30pm, Wednesday September 30, 2015
Where: Glendhu Station Woolshed, Glendhu Bay
Cost: $65 per person or $75 for front row seats. Tickets from Escape Clothing, Ardmore Street, Wanaka, or the Upper Clutha Hospice Shop, Ballantyne Road. All proceeds to the Upper Clutha Hospice Trust.
- The Mirror
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
My imaginary friend climbs into bed with me and whispers in my ear every time I try to sleep. We dress in night-time: pull on black stockings, snap them around half-moon thighs.
We ladder the sky
and splinter our spines.
There are things we don't talk about (because we are the gaps between reality that still believe in selkes and Cornish piskies)
but for years we have been panning for dreams.
Doubt burns like fuse-wires but God sometimes freezes the electricity.
She crosses her fingers when she promises to believe. (That's the bargain). She talks to Him each hour
but He never replies
and she is so used to being doted on.
We pretend we are dead.
Just for tonight.
She doesn't think she matters:
mourning for the moon - her halo of humidity.
She traces the clouds' edges with highlighter.
I balance her morning-massacre mind with the inaugural thrum of a threatening migraine. I am not used to her megaphone chest and she forces our Scorpio symphony down my throat like an over-active heartbeat. (That's what frightens God).
She told me not to stick quills to my back,
said the weight of wings would only weigh me down.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Donald Trump has frequently claimed
the mainstream media's got to be blamed
for always trying to make him lose
by spreading vicious, vile fake news.
So just a moment, we shall take,
to list some news that's surely fake.
The inaugural crowd was the biggest of all
(not according to photos that day on the mall).
Three million votes were cast fraudulently
(without any proof of such conspiracy).
The ****** rate's highest in 45 years
(but there are no crime stats supporting such fears).
Many terror attacks the press failed to report
(past coverage provides a convincing retort).
So Donald, it seems that the tack that you take
is, if news doesn't favor you, it must be fake.
Fake news does surround us, that much is so true.
Such a shame that so much of it's coming... from you!
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
L'heure verte
The mountains. The heaps of their bountiful gravels, and earth, and soil, large oversized masses of half-frozen water teetering on the precipice of subzero masculine ******* Francophilic cleavage jetting out of this deserted white pastoral dressing. The inaugural bawl, wanton fixations of putting the imperialist foot on every spot of tree, each and every shrub, until the limbs' cast reaches each dimple that foliage braves, where that blue eagle of patriotism dredges its claws to form every river, rill, estuary, creek, channel, flume, littoral, and waterway where the iron-rich gullies once brimmed in the interamnian basins, rich crimsony waters riffling through fruitful and extravagant aquifers. Beyond that, where an inexplicably feral wind rips vines from their dendritic housings, where barely an eye can see, this place of exsanguination and abysmal phytocide.
At the end of this lamentable torture, only a desert of human interest remains. There is no reason to laugh, or smile, or cheer, or put a leg up, to call on a friend, or to have ice cream. There will be no more ice cream. There is only the loathsome incredulousness and avarice in the semblances and familiarity of those with whom we thought we once knew. Little can ever be known, for there is much to gain in the absence of knowledge, and even greater that can be acquired in the alms of wisdom through patient examination and thorough silence. Here on the buttes and cornices, the thwacking gavels of evil power deities throw down their lust for more and soon become adjoined to these grand discrepancies greed mistakenly loses to a lack of awareness and to self-aggrandizement.
Power is the weapon of inexperienced wielders. Passion is the immortal frequency that is worn by artisans and artists, poets and painters, it is the business of quietness to learnedly evolve to protect our tomorrows from personal needs, but to instead preserve the integral parts of society. The words of languages, artifacts, and cultures, rather than the skeletons of ****** and the deeds of possession. Each who sleeps knows their bedfellows to equally be at peace. For no wealth can exceed that of comfortable pillows, soft quilts, and sheets. We are all the same while we sleep.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
Oh Kellyanne Conway, when she interacts
with the press, she presents the alternative facts.
The alternative facts, the alternative facts,
Oh my! How I love the alternative facts!
The moon is a cube and it's made out of wood.
The ocean's on fire, and broccoli tastes good.
The inaugural crowd was 12 million strong,
and liberty, life and equality's wrong.
The penguins are all busy making Swiss cheese
and poverty's ended whenever you sneeze.
The Donald shall reign o'er the world without end
and Vladimir Putin is our greatest friend.
Cyanide is nutritious and ice cream is hot.
The *** may be black but the kettle is not.
When night falls the sun gets sealed in a can,
and Trump is a kind, loving, wonderful man.
The alternative facts, the alternative facts,
dear God how I love the alternative facts.
To let tyranny rise through unspeakable acts,
let us live to embrace the alternative facts.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
From the depths of a covert extrovert
these words shall emerge
On the verge of true sanity
Off the road on the curb
What you assumed was the moon
Is merely the visage of my least eloquent page
Are you dudes on shrooms
Blah blah bang bang
Metaphor simile soliloquy
Five syllable word (insert hyperbole here)
Fanfare confetti amidst swooning lasses
All hail long live the invisible wordsmith
Said the speaker in place of the verbalist
Nestled in the audience grinning
for all who know see the irony
In a man not included in his own inaugural
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Welcome
Initiate
to the
Big Room
of the Summit
County Jail.
Specialists
will handle
the theft
of your blanket
while you're
watching TV
The game of Hearts
shall be played
each morning
after the pancake
with cold coffee
and the
entertainment
features your
inaugural public
performance
on the alfresco
commode
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
We've reached the end of year one
and Trump says he's done more
than any other president
from any time before.
So, what are the accomplishments
of Trump and his intrepid crew?
Well, here now is a partial list
of what they did, or tried to do.
They lied about inaugural crowds
and introduced "Alternative Facts",
inspired a worldwide women's march
to protest Trump's disgusting acts.
Hollowed-out the E.P.A.,
deemed climate change a Chinese hoax.
Paris Accord and regulations
gone, in puff of toxic smoke!
Wrecked the State Department and
Muslims, he said, must be banned.
Insulted NATO and U.N.,
brought shame upon his own homeland.
Attacked the mainstream media.
Railed and ranted of "fake news",
unless it came from Fox and Friends
and others spouting all his views.
Gave praise to Russia - Putin too.
Investigations started.
Comey started digging and
was forcibly departed.
Poked and taunted Kim Jong Un.
International drama!
Obsessed with slagging Hillary
and Barack Obama.
Battled healthcare, N.F.L.
and Planned Parenthood.
Tried to ban transgendered troops.
Claimed that coal is good.
Would not condemn the Neo-Nazis
down in Charlottesville.
Filled his swamp with sycophants
up on Capitol Hill.
Puerto Rico half destroyed.
Paper towels he gave.
Huge cuts to the National Parks,
decreasing land to save.
Claimed that Trump saved Christmas and
gave massive tax cut presents
to the corporate oligarchs
with crumbs tossed to the peasants.
Debt ballooning! Conflict looming!
Divisions far and wide!
G.O.P.'s not stopping Trump.
Have they even tried?
Claims to be a stable genius;
A smart and big success!
What legacy will Donald leave?
What awful, dreadful mess?
These were just some accomplishments
of which I have kept score,
but they just scratch the surface.
I could rant for hours more!
But haven't we all had enough
after Trump's first year?
It feels more like twenty!
Let us hope his end is near.
This was my Year One "trumpoem"
that I wrote for you.
Hope I won't have to write another
after year two!
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
Nicole Wezowicz, Class of 2016 at Syracuse University, was the winner of the inaugural “Fashion Without Limits” design initiative at the institution.
Last fall, model and entrepreneur Emme, Syracuse Class of 1985, created FWL in response to a need for increased availability of size 12-plus fashion throughout all levels of distribution in the fashion industry today.
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The Syracuse contest required students in their junior year to design an evening dress for Emme. After reviewing the finalists’ designs on campus at the April 10 fashion and beauty communications fashion show, presented by the S.I. Newhouse School of Communications, Emme selected Wezowicz as the recipient of the award. “As our first Syracuse University FWL winner, designer Nicole Wezowicz’s beautiful blue lace evening dress highlighted her attention to detail for a curvy shape as a refreshing take for a red carpet-ready dress, despite never having created a dress for a woman above a size 12 before,” Emme said.
Wezowicz will receive $500 and Emme will wear her winning design at a red carpet event.
The intention of the initiative is to educate and teach new designers how to drape on a large-size body. Wolf Form donated 12 forms in Emme’s measurements.
In addition to appearing in the campus fashion show, Wezowicz’s dress was on display at the College of Visual and Performing Arts fashion show in New York City last month.
“The journey all of us have all taken with Fashion Without Limits this year opened our eyes to the tremendous opportunity to have Syracuse University Fashion Design as a leader in the inclusive fashion movement underfoot today,” Emme said. “The road before us to change the face of fashion within fashion design schools is no easy feat, but through the leadership of professors Jeffrey Mayer and Todd Conover, there are plans to expand the curriculum.”
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Did you support that Donald Trump in his campaign last year?
Why didn't all his hatefulness fill you with dread and fear?
Did you believe his B.S. or did you hate Hillary
so much that you preferred a **** who likes to grab pu--y?
At some point did you realize the truth he cannot tell,
when he fibbed about inaugural crowds and voter fraud as well?
When he misled you on healthcare, did you finally agree
that lying just like breathing; both come to him naturally?
And what about his henchmen, tangled up with Russian ties
to the Kremlin and the oligarchs, in cahoots with Putin's spies?
When Trump heaped praise on Vladimir, were you just too blind to see,
or did you hope that your leader would be Comrade Trumpsky?
Oh how could this have happened? What an awful, global mess!
A big buffoon's in power, do you finally confess?
Did your vote help to elect him? To the Whitehouse was he sent
because in a fit of madness, you said "Trump for President"?!
'cause in a fit of madness, you said TRUMP-FOR-PRESIDENT?!
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
she said she’d wait forever
so she took the pills and
chased them down with fine wine,
picked up the phone
and waited till the end
for you to pick up the line.
was it selfish?
was it romantic?
was it kind?
she was a wet dream come to life,
she would have been such a prize.
a hand on the curve of her hip-
you couldn’t handle it.
there were
grainy photos of you both,
some fancy motel
maybe by the name of
the shangri-la.
there are moments you can see
just how deep her sadness stretched
inside of her,
just how deep her need stretched
inside of her,
for you.
there are state of the unions
adresses and inaugural china.
long lasting feasts.
she might as well have just been
the lady hiding in the cake,
the lady singing you to sleep.
everybody’s wet dream
could’ve been a reality
for you.
she said she’d wait forever
and you probably passed it off as histrionics.
and maybe you couldn’t live
with that sort of guilt.
she said she’d wait forever
so she did.
she picked up the phone,
pills and fine wine.
waited for you in this world
and ready to wait until the end of time.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
I'm one of yer life
there's this feeling in yore
again where I go to sleep.
Why blow a scene hidden there
if she is to share her wife
and no more to be done
lest she get awake and be sick,
she'd let me dance back
only double time shares allow
and when treasures stem there
I'm home again with my sweet pea
alas, with Romeo and Juliet in hd.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
An idiot clown
Now has the nuclear codes
We should we worry?
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Grant me the opportunity to embellish a collection of my recollections
When we were all seraphs in the heavenly connection
Then the mirror we saw in one another gave no reflection
Soon it broke in shattered sections
A life constructed of broken hymens
First steps going somewhere new
Experiencing inaugural moments
Look back and say “the first time when”
Going through it *** backwards and having half-assed it
Playing parts and wearing masks with
Two faces one stone the other elastic
From cradle to casket
To concede and admit mistakes
And see things I start to the end
Let’s swim naked in the luminous lake
So we can say “do you remember when?”
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
Let us! (pause) No, those words belong to another era, another president, another way.
Instead "We Will!"
We Will.... build bridges
We Will.... overcome
We Will.... strive to be greater than we have ever been
We Will.... fight when we have too
We Will.... proffer the olive branch in victory
We Will.... be the ideal we need to be for our children and our children's children
We Will.... stand united and chase corruption and tyranny wherever we find them
We Will.... push evil into the abyss
We Will.... banish hate, racism, and greed
We Will.... live in peace as we move forward into equality for all
We Will.... surpass ourselves
for WE.....
are Americans!
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
I rummaged through my wallet, checking if my card
was still nestled safely inside. “Yep, it’s here,” I muttered,
counting the cash I had on hand, just in case the card
decided to let me down.
Ah, our first date; my nerves were a whirlwind,
as I had never really ventured out with girls before.
A milestone in so many ways—my first date with a girl,
the inaugural use of my own credit card, and the first
time my hard-earned money spent on someone other
than myself or my parents.
And if I play my cards right, it might just
lead to our first kiss.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
*The breath of the world lifting her environs
to travel , a mother releasing her child to
take it's inaugural steps , dandelion , pine ,
silver maple inner-programmed to dominate the
earth , webbing collected in dying estates , contrails
on the wind as the windmills quicken their pace , this pheromone that programs the day , seasoned air controlling our whims , fledgeling sparrows on precarious limbs* ...
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
Benevolent -brash brat of a boy-kicked in the nuts by your peers again-, writing about anguish with a goose quill pen , slurping on a ice cream sandwich , mocking the government , your monthly stipend creates disdain in your families blue collar frame of mind and your peers ? ******* rubbed on papyrus , palm ashes smeared on your buttocks , tempting a petulant son , so I heard a little bird sitting high in a dead Oak tree , telling tall tales about your Fathers impropriety , killing you even after you were already dead , as if you were never really born , not in the physical sense mind you but worse , in the grand theater of the mind , where everyone has a ticket to the inaugural performance , everybody you've ever run away from out of loathing or due to abject horror and fear of their disapproval , sitting on the front row , knowing **** good and well that your reading your lines from a cue card held by your shrink at the local VA , the can't look me in the face look like all the girls give you , the ones that twist being a gentlemen into a play for their affections , women tell tall tales at times , men are even worse , acting on their self righteousness by slaughtering the runt of the herd before the others ..Epilogue , the credits are running , just like the palpitations , into the woods so as not to create a sensation , away from the stage and the examination , back to your little tinder box on the edge of suburbia !
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
I have tried to forget you
on numerous days
and in numerous ways.
But you say invariably,
"I am yours, sincerely".
And I search yet again
for the vestigial chains
that bind you and me.
I think of you;
and your fascinated face
peeps artlessly through
the haze of a former age:
Oh! those inaugural, elegant days.
I look up.....
expectantly, readily.......
A hesitant keenness surges......
timidly, momentarily,
then bleeds away briskly, desolately
..........mortally.
Just a few fossils abide:
Some frosty images
and evaporating voices,
......sobbing quietly
through the nasty silence
of the night
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
They are but shades who once were men.
We shall not see their like again.
Stonewall Jackson, Grant and Lee,
Men of courage, Men of faith,
honorable men from an honorable age.
In the chapel at Fort Hamilton
They met and prayed.
Let no man mute their story.
Perhaps they prayed
That their cup would pass
And that the Union would endure.
Their cup, brimming full with blood.
Would not pass,
Until every drop shed by slave was matched
By blood a soldier shed
But the Union would endure.
Let no man deny their glory.
Robert E. Lee at Fredericksburg
"It is well that war is so terrible, otherwise we should grow too fond of it."
Abraham Lincoln (2nd Inaugural)… “Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether."
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC