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Political Musings
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While bumbling Biden’s basking on the beach,
The Donald’s dodging bullets in the breach.
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Abortion this, abortion that—it’s 24/7;
But not a word about the smash and grab at 7-Eleven.
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Kamala never mentions God,
Or faith, or Jesus Christ. How odd.
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While Secret Service bureaucrats were sitting on their tushes,
A wanna-be assassin hid in place among the bushes.
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I beg you, God—have mercy. Spare us
From four more years of a cackling Harris.
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Cheryl Corey is a poet who lives in Connecticut. “Three Sisters,” her trio of poems about the sisters of Fate which were first published by the Society of Classical Poets, are featured in “Gods and Monsters,” an anthology of mythological poems (MacMillan Children’s Books, 2023).
I enjoyed all of the couplets and agree that someone must spare us from Harris.
I like these thoughtful couplets, especially the final prayer. As for the third one, clearly this is good sarcasm; I’m sure it has never occurred to her that there could be any being above herself.
If anyone has a couplet or couplets they’d like to post, please do so!
They ask what unknown motive could have been inside the head
Of the assassin? Obviously, they wanted Donald dead.
Thanks for your input, Cynthia. It cracks me up when someone questions “motive”. As your couplet points out, it’s obvious. Duh.
These are great Cheryl – all spot on!
Illegal migrants cross the fruited plain
for subsidized apartments in Bangor, Maine
(That’s two years, rent-free, fully furnished, flat screen t.v., and stainless-steel appliances – all new. In the meantime, displaced citizens in rural Appalachia get squat.)
Cheryl, those are great two-liners that expose and excoriate that which needs to be blasted!
These brief, epigrammatic zingers were much more common in the past, and they were mostly used to make political points or to lampoon political enemies. In Rome (during the Renaissance and later) they were written on small slips of parchment or paper, and then attached to the Pasquino statue. For this reason they were often called “pasquinades.” Frequently they were very sexually explicit as well as political.
These ones by Cheryl are great.
Abortion this/that all day crying?
Perhaps because of all the women dying?
The Donald’s dodging’s so uncouth
His biggest breach is from the truth.
Kamala never mention’s God.
But Donald’s lacuna isn’t odd?
Consider four more years of Trump
Consigns our Constitution to a dump.
Elkins comes here to denigrate our man —
Bobby, go back inside your garbage can.
Twas ever thus to answer back
Absent valid argument with ad hominem attack.
I miss our previous ability
To debate issues with respect, civility.
Statements of political opinions
Should be reasoned with by other side’s minions.
Pasquinades don’t do “debating.”
Pasquinades are just for hating.
You throw stones and then expect
Reasoned words, with due respect?
Once you utter pasquinades
You’re bound to get them back in spades.
QED
SPQR
A wonderful poem.