Falling down the rabbit hole
How far can this thing go?
Never really wondering
That we might join the show
Now the world has shifted
And the players have cleared the stage
Setting up for the final act
Stoking the fires of rage
Forget the past they say
Focus on our narrow claim
We know what's best for you
As we've already tasted fame
Follow us to glory
And never mind the rest
Our show is the only one around
Clearly the very best
But scared we are of darkness
And the rabbit hole seems deep
Fingers crossed we land softly
After all, we're more than just blind sheep
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Hope
Obama's speech was hope and light
But not for people on the right,
His vision of hope and democracy
Was certainly not for the Land of the Free.
His birthright questioned,
His policies stalled
His detractors triumphed
Through the Congress squall.
Now with the markets generally tanking
Housing's plummet and corrupt banking,
Though none his fault
He's left all alone
To shoulder the blame
For the previous king,
Who left the throne.
But not for people on the right,
His vision of hope and democracy
Was certainly not for the Land of the Free.
His birthright questioned,
His policies stalled
His detractors triumphed
Through the Congress squall.
Now with the markets generally tanking
Housing's plummet and corrupt banking,
Though none his fault
He's left all alone
To shoulder the blame
For the previous king,
Who left the throne.
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