Trump Funk Blues


Election done
Chaos won
Reality dawns
Fantasy gone
Awe erased
Shock in place

Funk—Funk—Trump Funk

Nation united
Stands divided
Half elated
Half deflated
Emotion run rife
World pays the price
Facing our sentence
Four years penance

Funk—Funk—Trump Funk

Donald throned
Democrats moan
Rhetoric vile
Now fake smiles
Hillary concedes
Platitudes weaves
Obama genteel
Ire concealed

Funk—Funk—Trump Funk

Enough reeling
Time for healing

Through foul weather
Come together

End derision
Find clear vision

Create a new day
The American way

Ball in Trump’s court
Time clock starts


Remember our veterans today and thank them for their service!



Taking responsibility used to be
A non-negotiable “given”,
Not some monumental accomplishment
Beyond our reach.

Unfortunately, society has turned
Passing the buck and
Pointing the finger at the other guy
Into a true art form.

Recognizing and fixing one’s foibles
Has become passé.

Having a good life is something
We should all expect
To create for ourselves
Through individual initiative
And to retool as necessary
When things don’t go
According to plan.

Blaming, suing,
Taking advantage of
Or harming others
To get what we think we deserve,
But perhaps have not yet earned,
Simply should be

Inspired By Daily Prompt: Irksome

Mud Fest 2016


Considering the raucous tenor of
the 2016 Presidential campaign
and the first Presidential debate,
perhaps the traditional format
whereby candidates seek cover behind
their respective podiums and
sling rhetorical mud at each other,
should be modified accordingly.

In that all borders of civility
have long ago been breached, it
might be more apropos to dispense
with the pomp and circumstance
and dive right into the slimy muck
head first, with a ‘get down and dirty’
mud wrestling match.

I can see the headline now:
‘Don The Dominator vs Hil The Hellcat’

The media would eat it up, providing
blow-by-blow coverage and 24/7 replays.

Sponsors would scramble to get
a piece of the action.

And, it would lend that reality show
flavor to the proceedings to which the
American public has become accustomed.

Which would survive the fracas,
Donald’s hair or Hillary’s pantsuit?

Whether you choose to tune in or tune out,
be sure to cast your vote come November!

Inspired by Daily Prompt: Border

9/11 + Fifteen


You can run but you can’t hide
With terrorist threats far and wide

A night on the town, a trip to the mall
Who knows the next victims tragedy befalls

Fear is festering away inside
Slowly eating our souls alive

With each attack humanity dims
Creating for youth a future grim

How much more blood must be shed
Before we purge the streets of red?

The time has come to heed the call
Across all nations large and small

To come together at last as one
Proclaiming no more violence be done

Within lies love of such great power
All evil it can compel to cower

But as for now we’re along for the ride

For you can run but you can’t hide
From hearts wherein hate still resides