Satire Poems
The Clocks Go Back One Hour
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps blinking furiously
At the silhouettes of wasted days.
The wasted leaves of autumn
Break forth and dance down
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Buttermorphosis
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I recall the rural life of the butterfly
Extravagantly —that proud floating mass of wings.
Her wings flutter from sea to coast so eloquently,
Yet silent with the muteness of frightened breeze.
They are banners with buntings of newness — striped,
Spotted, arched, dotted.
Her flamboyant life history, reading it backwards,
Is an exhibition of time and cosseted patience . . . .
The winged one, aged and tried, schleps to the stirs of a narcoleptic pupa,
Hanging on the banisters of a dear larva who’s egged on to
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AI
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
AI,
paint me Mona Lisa
without a smile,
no dimples,
without a brush,
and with no paints.
But retain her eyes —
they wink at me with Mediterranean lure.
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Let them Wonder - in Kamala's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I am Indian by birthright,
Simply black when it feels right,
A gender champion through and through,
A Southern Belle from the Bayou.
I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,
Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with you.
Black lives truly matter, the Homeless my pet task,
All you need is Me, you don’t even need to ask.
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A moment of introspection - in Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
This time I blew it, I really blew it
First lost us the House, now the Senate’s gone too,
I'm caught in a spiral, that I'll admit,
Not sure where to turn, not sure what to do.
I'm convinced I was cheated,
The election was mine,
I was sorely mistreated
They'll see that in time.
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In time like this
by Mojereola Anuoluwapo
Īn an unnoticed season like this
When the youth cherish not their
youthful Glory
Days of which the present is digested
Than that of which the future supposed
to be meditated
The young ladies value not their virginity
Rendering it as if it an infinity
When They are less viewed inferiority
But the things of the modern not enmity
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Ambition - in Kamalas own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it,
That gilded throne where I will proudly sit,
Would people think me mad,
Is my ambition so preposterous and bad.
And why not me, have I not earned this crown,
Someone not worthy of that queenly gown,
Bejeweled and composed for all to see,
My vassals all around, bowing deep to me.
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Let them Wonder - in Kamala's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I am Indian by birthright,
Simply black when it feels right,
A gender champion through and through,
A Southern Belle from the Bayou.
I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,
Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with you.
Black lives truly matter, the Homeless my pet task,
All you need is Me, you don’t even need to ask.
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At the Cathedral
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
At the Cathderal
one dusk,
the general image,
that of receding
glint of the sun's lair
The cupola of the basilica,
the basis of its strength;
the idyll-lined frames
for green verse
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Flag Bearer *Political- potentially triggering*
by Arvin Dassad
"America, so good at killing, we do it in school!"
I hear they say; that the enemy of my enemy is my friend,
so when she strolls in with stars in her eyes,
the bruises of past trauma hidden just under her skin,
just behind the blood she now bears on her own hands,
those black leather,
waffle stomping boots,
with gristle and grime,
another victim falling to "revenge",
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