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Into the All
A Poem by
Bob B
Lest we hopeful humans forget That glory ever fades, Dashing hopes of permanence. Ah, the ace of spades. The morning dew on leaves and..
I Dreamed Again of Trumplandia
A Poem by
Bob B
I dreamed again of Trumplandia. The nightmare keeps recurring-- The lines between fact And fiction constantly blurring. The best of th..
Banished from the Garden
A Poem by
Bob B
Things are wild in the Garden of Eden When Adam returns from his daily toil. (You see: even in Paradise Adam has to till the soil.) "A..
To Vote or Not to Vote
A Poem by
Bob B
Not to vote in the general election Would be ridiculous, for it would prove To be a way of sending only A sour grapes message-- a short-sight..
Exposing the Hypocrite
A Poem by
Bob B
The "sanctity of traditional marriage" Allegedly held in high esteem By Alabama Governor Bentley Was--truth be told--a political scheme. ..
No New Paradigm: GOP Presidential Debate #11
A Poem by
Bob B
The GOP Debate-- Number eleven this time-- In no way could be called A new paradigm. Though Carson wasn't present-- Which means we'..
The Kind of Leader We Need?
A Poem by
Bob B
Trump and Rubio are really going at it Like two childish brats, Belittling each other with personal attacks, Which makes us wonder if tha..
The Race: GOP Presidential Debate #10
A Poem by
Bob B
The racers are now rounding the curve With minds focused on a finish line. Not a lot has occurred since Their last go around: debate number n..
Make America WHAT Again?
A Poem by
Bob B
The crowds cheered while the candidate beamed, Drunk with increasing popularity. For inexplicable reasons they managed To overlook his occasi..
Deadly Weekend
A Poem by
Bob B
On ONE weekend in February, Here in the mighty USA, Eighty people were killed in shootings-- Eighty lives were whisked away! Some of t..
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