Oct 31, 2014

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

Oct 24, 2014

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.

Oct 17, 2014

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.

Oct 7, 2014

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