Halloween Horrors

 

On this, the darkest night of nights
Of beastly dreams and ghostly lights
I try to dodge the Devil’s host
And ponder on what scares me most
 
A poet, I’m a timid fellow
The streak that spans my back is yellow
If you say, “Boo!”
I have a hunch
That’s quite enough to lose my lunch
 
I don’t let ravens near my hearth
Or heavy breathers known as Darth
I see a threat in every shadow
I’m scared to death of Rachel Maddow
 
I don’t care what my father said
Monsters lurk beneath my bed
And when I peek, I pause and posit
If they’re not there, they’re in the closet
 
If I don’t see it, still I fear it
That nasty creaking!  Don’t you hear it?
Yes, every sound can raise a hackle
Like Hillary’s annoying cackle
 
Now comes a thought
That’s far more troubling
That scars the lungs
Like brimstone bubbling
 
A throbbing thought that far exceeds
The claws that reach, the brain that bleeds
That speeds at night from hell’s own vortice
And grips my soul like rigor mortis
 
What scares me most?
Here’s my confession
The Senate
In a Lame Duck Session
 
Spare us spirits!
Hear and Heed
Deliver us from Harry Reid

October. Surprise!

The VA mess

The IRS
Where did those crises go?
The few rebukes
To Iran’s nukes
Come from a TV show

There was that plane

In the Ukraine
And one more flight that vanished
But any thoughts
Of those reports
Have from our brains been banished

The story’s gone

And we move on
To film the next disaster
You know my views
On breaking news
The cycles just come faster

And when I’ve had

A day that’s bad
Amidst a bleak and blues week
I think with joy
How, as a boy
I’d read my Time and Newsweek

The only bleat

They all repeat
Concerns the next election
As we advance
We have the chance
To pause for some reflection

I’ve heard the shouts

From those with doubts
And, on the web, the chatter
It’s just a game
They’re all the same
It doesn’t really matter

Don’t think that way

Resolve today
To let your vote be counted
With Congress filled
By some more skilled
Our ills can be surmounted

 

No pol can make

A path to take
That’s strewn with palms and petals
But I prefer
The way things were
To dust that never settles.

May I Have a Word...

I don’t have any evidence

And can’t produce the stats
But I’ve seen a steep decline these days
In water-cooler chats

Whether manager to manager

Or boss-man to his minion
Everyone’s reluctant
To express their own opinion

Where once the nations issues

Were discussed daily and freely
We barely say a word or else
At best, our mouths are mealy

We don’t want to offend
Or to appear to be a bully
And so, across the nation
Not a thing’s debated fully

We’re warned the wrong opinions

Are akin to verbal violence
As such, mature Americans
Are all maintaining silence

I'm foursquare for forbearance

I know what awaits the meek
But today’s another story
And the time has come to speak

If you think winning the Senate

And some House seats might be nice
Follow, heed and listen to
This poet’s sage advice

Find just one soul you know

Who disagrees with you politically
Take the time to make your case
And get him thinking critically

Appeal to his emotions

Or deploy some common sense
Tell him now is not the time
For sitting on the fence

Give him all the facts you can

And with those facts you’ll find
The thing about Progressives is
They often change their mind

 

Efforts that eventually
Lead nations to the prize
All started with a single word
A word...said to the wise.

Musical Chairs

 

They have a guiding principle

To use when times are tough

But somehow still they manage

To keep doing stupid stuff

 

But here’s the change we didn’t see

How things are not the same

For all the stupid stuff they’ve done

No one gets the blame

 

Libya’s a nightmare

And Crimeans all speak Russian

But in assessing Hillary

That’s not part of the discussion

 

The Secret Service blinked

And now the scrutiny’s intense

Some guy shot at the windows

And another hopped the fence

 

All the statements they put out

Had lies and junk and jazz in them

And yet the President asserts

The confidence he has in them

 

OK, the Secret Service

Has just lost its latest leader

But the story isn’t over

As I predict, Dear Reader

 

So if I see the tea leaves right

And I’m a shrewd discerner

In just about a week

She’ll be replacing Lois Lerner

 

This attitude eludes me

And I find it sort of strange

Let’s hope that this November

That some things will start to change