"malia" poems
Classical Trumpism: Judas makes a strong and powerful betrayal.
Neo-Classical-Trumpism: *Adolph is a good friend of mine. He makes a strong
and powerful argument regarding purity.*
Contemporary Trumpism: I love and trust my little buddy, Kim.
Modern Trumpism: *Vlad, whom I trust with my marriage, makes a
reel strong and powerful argument.*
Trumpism: Sad, Sad, Sad. Witch hunt. There was no collusion.
Neo-Trumpism: *Crooked Malia and Sasha are to blame for the
collusion with Canada, Mexico and South America*.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
(inspired by Malia’s poem ‘crack the code’)
the unspoken poems
are the loudest
the ones you don’t utter
the times you don’t bother
symphonies of silence
votes of no confidence
trust marbled with rust
what's become of us?
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC
There was a goofy green frog, Eli was his name
He danced for Princess Malia, it's how he earned his fame
She adored sitting on her throne to watch him entertain
He boogied and did back flips, he loved this little game
Eli had a tiny frog house with eveything inside
A couch, love seat, TV, a bed was double wide
He kept it very tidy with a broom, vacuum and pride
His favorite was his Fry Daddy, for flies deep fat fried
Princess Malia, of course, had a castle on the hill
Waited on, hand and foot, she only had to chill
Wore gorgeous dresses and diamond tiaras at her will
But bored with her lavish life, Eli fit the bill
At 3:30 on the dot, the small frog danced everyday
The Princess got so excited, the help did hear her say
She got seated at 3 pm and that is where she'd stay
Right on time came Eli, grooving and twisting all the way
Eli entertained...and the Princess did demand
That the frog be introduced, then he kissed her royal hand
The two became fast friends, as quick as fast friends can
She moved his tiny house into the castle, that was grand
Eli and Malia were just as tight as they could be
The frog quit entertaining, a great playmate was he
The Princess, lonely no more, was perfect for he and she
They lived happily ever after, Eli danced for free
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
Sand to glass.
Topaz and yellow blend, in fired isolation.
Can you see the beauty,or only how much we are our island?
Floating... unseen in an ocean.
Swimming... in the filth of flotsum and jetsum, (which constantly surrounds us)
Sinking... into the detritus of lives staining this shoreline.
Drifting... with each swelling high tide. Chosen by the moon.
Drowning... left bereft and barren by such far flung lows.
Barefoot, I've walked amongst the driftwood you left laying; Collecting all
those pieces (bits you kept hidden), loves un-worshipped or love never given.
-Kept safely now-
in pockets of my salty flesh, being sweetly rewritten.
Keep an eye to the sky, and an ear to the waves of you're known.
Perhaps, one day, you realise,
(when the stars shine bright within your sextant)
- so I wait here,
by this water wide -
with fingers and toes deep in our sand
Until the sirens' call reaches you again,
and upon yonder watched crest you send a malia,
from a soon forgotten land of words.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
The way she struts through the cityscape
amazes me in the brilliant ways, her
fashion style and sophistication is beyond
its time, seamless stances and elegant
smiles, she is a dazzling diamond inspiring
the various people around the world.
She is a beautiful mother of two wonderful
kids, Malia and Sasha. She is a magnificent
wife and a blossoming rose rising in the
iridescent light. She is married to the
distinguished gentleman, Barack Obama,
who is truly an inspiration to the masses. She
is a very smart and intelligent woman who knows
her worth and what to stand for. The way she
utilizes her words is gloriously breathtaking.
She has a bright personality and a stunning face,
a rhythm of great taste, remarkable depth and
a Courageous role model. She is full of vivacity
and compassion, strength and sincerity, the worlds
First Lady to enter the White House. She is the
astonishing author of the outstanding book entitled,
Becoming. She is the extraordinary Michelle Obama,
who was born in Chicago and rose to the top.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
See her bright smile in the morning light
Make breakfast and small talk
Laugh with her at the silliest things
Much happiness it brings
To give her a bath and watch her swim
Get out all fresh and clean
Combing her hair styled in a braid
Cutest girl God ever made
Hold her and cuddle the feeling true
Share pictures on my phone
Just taking her little hand in mine
The world just seemed so fine
Baking cookies with a lot of help
She'll even fold the clothes
Watching Walt Disney while laying down
Real happiness I'd found
Then she quickly was gone from my life
Just went without a trace
Deep love and trust in her eyes of brown
Right now nowhere around
No more gazing as she soundly sleeps
No angel with sweet breath
On her abandoned coat the tears I've shed
Inside I now feel dead
I'm missing drying her heart felt tears
I miss her more each day
The smell of her I do love to inhale
Her pillow just smells stale
My angel is gone with others now
She is so far away
Cannot see her sleepy smile at night
I will pray til mornings light
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
At two sixty three on a union street
They ain't afraid of no killer
They'll just shove 'em in their pipe
and smoke him up like backy
They break the neck of a pup/pussycat
Just to try to scare you
They're mendacious mothers/mendicants
You can't ignore their ignorance
Even a sponge has a right to think
The pumpernickel president Hooligans
of the world unite, inherit the wind tonight
Lethal teenagers spread their aids
Interstate Highway Poet off of exit 16A
Here yee Hear ye
Step right up to the minstrel show
We've got your medicine right here
Whatever you need we're giving away
Whatever you want just don't be greedy
Take all you want but, it won't be free
Just say you need be ten thousand, a million
A trillion or more, who could put a limit on this
Go 'head now take a sip
Ain't that good fer ya/ ain't that swell
Mighty fine medicine
Mighty fine medicine
Don't forget your change
Moonlit Minstrel Dancing madness at the
New Millennium Medicine Show
You can't be on the Redding when you drive the B&O;
Heart and run away/Forget
I guess it's not your fault you're you
Look back but, the label stays
the one that I esquired to you
Cops in Vegas teaching drugs to children, 1963
Accuse me of blame with their askance
le seul inform'e! Here I am
I saw white poppies grow at SHAPE
War is used to make debt e. pound
To hate what people love is to offend human nature
The villion shot 'em down Francois
Piero Mazda has no fear his Kumrad
Koba's over here Now fix
John Adams, Jeff., and Lincoln
These men are a really awfully stinking
They won't take gifts/ They want to earn it
Take what they steal; pretend it has value
They drink their way into a bible
Did that one line make me enviable?
Come on someone try to fix it
Malia needs her tap, tax dances
The suffering has got to end
For EVERYONE my lonely friend
WE/ALL have got the power
Here, in seventeenth century France
I always try to give you choices dear mao tse
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC