Allegory Poems
So you want to mess with me - In Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
God what a mess,
My head is spinning,
Each day more stress,
Am I still winning?
Wall street crashing,
The economy near stall,
The media’s constant bashing,
Pelosi’s new curve ball.
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A Dilemma
by Besa Dede
To kill or not the mockingbird?
This is absurd!
Remarked the boy.
Keeps me awake,
With the noise it makes,
Crying for love.
It's not a robin red.
Her voice is dread.
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Puff
by The Hsenura
What more should I do?
To be twined all time,
Toxic and suicidal,
Never I trimmed to lock
Your scent in my beard.
Still you hurry every time.
What more should I do?
I cut my nails with fear
To never hurt you whilst
My laborious lips fondle.
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Impeach me for what? In Trump’s own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Now they’ve done it, this is real,
Trying hard my job to steal,
Why they’d want it no-one knows,
This frenzied pack of feeding crows.
Impeach for this, Impeach for that,
A sirens’ song that just falls flat,
They little know I planned the lot,
Goading Biden to this spot.
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I'm so over this Kurdish thing - in Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
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Desolation Of The Thunderbird
by Besa Dede
The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
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A Dilemma
by Besa Dede
To kill or not the mockingbird?
This is absurd!
Remarked the boy.
Keeps me awake,
With the noise it makes,
Crying for love.
It's not a robin red.
Her voice is dread.
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The auburn sunset
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
I saw him depart
Clothed in the evening sun
Western skies in a haze of dull red
He strode through the lamps
As they illuminate the passage to the eternals
I saw him emerge from the east
The horizon all orange
As he shouldered the sunrise
With scars of life's battles
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A stray bullet
by Ibtissam Ibrahim
Poem by /Gharam Alrubaye
Translated by/ Ibtissam Ibrahim , Iraq
A stray bullet
On the remand of pouring pain
And a heart doesn’t escape from all this
Once , I was a cloud
Passed on a poor spot
then , it burst into tears
I was a sun .. decided not to shin
the farmers and workers were sad
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The Lame Bird
by Ujjal Mandal
Sitting on the wire she glooms and alone
‘Down forth’ all beckon,
‘Bits of bread are there
Pick up lest the other demands share’.
The lame bird flaps in the air
Rolling down from her breast a white feather,
Pecking a bit with a sense
The escorts saving by defence.
A hunter hits like the lightning from the blue
None finds out yet its clue,
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