Tag: Politics

The Devil Hides

The Devil Hides

The District of Columbia
is not Caesar’s Rome
The Hill is not one of the seven
Yet the Senators
are as deadly and evil
as they were BC
Today the devil hides
and resides
in the hallowed halls of DC
With daggers cloaked
and unseen
Preparing to execute
their dastardly deeds
Hell is in our politics
disguised in grey hair
and old man suits
who stand on
the shoulders
of the good, strong women
they wish to control
Stifling their voices
Taking away their rights
To live in silence
Forever to be
a man’s possession

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Punam is hosting D'Verse Poetics tonight and has prompted us to write about
good and evil.  I remembered an old poem I had written about US politics and
reworked it a little.

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 

Yes America!

This is a great day in America! The votes have been counted and the people have spoken. Our beautiful diverse country has come together again in a united voice of love and respect for one another, because we are better that way. We say “Yes to love and no to hate”. Goodbye Trump. You will not be missed.

This Tweet and video cover today’s prompts, and more!

Jour - Stream of Consciousness
Diversity- RDP
Count - Word of the Day
Prolific - FOWC

I Protest

I Protest

Thoughts scrambled
in a head
heavy with fog
This cannot be happening
The death of democracy
is staring me
square in the eyes
Liberty and freedom
snatched from
the arms that
lifted those
too weary
too poor
too hungry
Our pride in country
The dumbing down
of a nation
willingly following
a pied piper
like blind fools
A cheap trickster
lining his pockets
from the coffers
of society
I am frozen
in time
watching helplessly
as a fascist
robs us of democracy
while spitting on 
our constitution
I protest
I protest
I protest
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and she has prompted us with Protest Poetry

A Backbone for Republicans

A Backbone for Republicans

This gift for you
is much needed
I know
You have been
needing one
since long ago
Wobbling like Jelly
and leaning so
far to the right
I am hoping
with my gift
you would find the fight
It should straighten
your back and
stick out your chest
and give you the nerve
so you can
do your best
It will remind you
of what matters most
Our republic not for sale
Clean out The House
Get rid of the dirt
Or the country will fail
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and shared with us a Swedish Tradition
of writing a rhyme to accompany a gift
at Christmas. The person receiving the gift
would try and guess what is in the wrapping
from the words of the rhyme. Although common
among family and friends, it is also popular to
write a poem to a famous person who you
might feel is a need of a certain gift.
These rhymes are usually humorous and
sometimes sarcastic!



Fragile like a bomb
Delicate as a flower
the difference
Is the key to power 
Trial and error
A mantra to adopt
A day of reckoning
will surely come
and never be stopped
Devotion to the cause
Freedom from the enemy
Stand and fight
for your rights
Enough of inequity
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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V. J's Weekly Challenge - Story







Easy Peasy
Peas in a pod
Pods of belongings
Outside a house of God
Gods worshipped
all over the globe
Global economy
and the Mueller probe
Probing facts
Fake news isn’t real
Clear and concise
Ready to deal
Cards on the table 
Keep that poker face
Place your bets
Just in case
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
Silent Night
With words profound
Knowledge is power
But a little is dangerous
Shoot the messenger
Before he injures us
We the people
Huddled masses
Catholic Churches
With rose-colored glasses
Half empty or half full
Full of wonder
White bread America 
An embarrassing blunder

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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I struggled a little with the prompts today and this is where my mind
wanted to go!  I hope you enjoy it 🙂

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Today your behavior is decided

The nation watching is divided

You’ve described your actions as silly

Boyhood pranks leaving us chilly

Your true colors shined brightly through

The thin veneer that is you

We saw you for what you are

A privileged bully hiding behind the bar

We’ve met many like you over the years

Arrogance worn as a right, bringing tears

We do not see you as enigmatic

To us you appear more manic

A privileged man full of anger

So quick to unleash his langor

The available position you will not be denied

You shouted, screamed and even cried

We watched your accuser so strong and credible

Your reaction contrived and unbelievable

The country today pays attention

Your position is in undeniable contention

A decision to come not just for you

But fifty years more of this preview

Women of this country should be scared

A judge deplete of empathy might just be declared


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OctPoWriMo – Word Prompt -Denied


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Wake Up Call


Wake Up Call

What a yarn you can spin

I don’t know where to begin

Cursory words spoken

Your dialogue broken

Audience shrinking

It is not wishful thinking

If we object to your prescription

You have a conniption

You manage to appall

And persecute all

How can you manage world affairs?

When you clearly have nothing upstairs

Your being in charge

We wish to discharge

It is coming to a head

All those things that you said

The day of reckoning is close

You will not like your dose


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Word Prompts:







The politics of yet another day
Causing a stir amongst the masses
Spirited conversations ignite
One voice louder than the next
A proverbial battle of the classes

A line is drawn in the sand
That no one dares to cross
You fear for your life
Silence might be best
Your beliefs your albatross

Tantamount to a civil car
The rebellious versus the righteous
Neither side knows what they don’t know
A verbal conflict louder and longer
The winner being the most pious

Blind faith of the minority
And an archaic amendment
Gifted us with what we have today
Fractured here and broken there
Drowning us in a pool of resentment

Knocking down our allies
With scornful and outrageous demands
When the anti truth becomes your facts
You are making enemies of your people
Whose dilemmas you will never understand

An association doomed for failure
A reflection on our society’s blindness
The moral compass conveniently cast aside
In favor of the inflated ego
Observing the decline of social responsibility
Where self-serving trumps kindness

Those paying homage to the narcissistic god
From his shirttails they will unhitch
When their stipend shows no relief
Their sum of all fears will be balanced
By Karma who will prove to be a Bitch

Christine Bolton

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