Presidential Timber by Dennis Allen Lange

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It seems that from the taller trees
…Comes presidential timber.
Israel’s first king stood out –
…‘Twas Saul, if you remember.

There’s been a run of six foot men
…This nation has elected.
If we cannot look up to some,
…Those are the ones rejected.

It seems that female chances, then,
…Of winning are quite narrow
Since few of them are ostrich tall
…And closer to a sparrow.

And same for that short fellow who
…Has/spends a lot of money.
If he wore elevator shoes,
…His outcome might be sunny.

He might as well go home, recline,
…Light cigars with his dollars.
He has to come up taller than
…The tall ones’ necks and collars.

As each aspirant’s views are scanned,
…Subconsciously we measure
How far into the clouds he stands
…To find a redwood treasure.

So looking up to candidates
…Is double in its senses.
To come up short in either one
…Has highest consequences.

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Mike Bloomberg 5’8″
Elizabeth Warren 5’8″
Bernie Sanders 6’0″
Joe Biden 6’0″
Donald Trump 6’3″

King Saul of Israel – “he was taller than any of the people
…from his shoulders upward” (I Sam.10:23)

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.

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We Wish We Knew by Dennis Allen Lange

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As of today, impeachment now is PAST! –
One party vows that it will carry on.
One party vows that it will make it last.
As of today, impeachment now is past?
So it is certain how the die is cast.
Or maybe not. I hear the nation groan.
As of today, impeachment must be past.
Both parties vow that they will carry on.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.

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From Where Do They Come? by Dennis Allen Lange

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You say you don’t like any candidate? –
Bemoan the nation and bewail its fate?
Then look no further than our blackened soul,
For snow’s not found in all the caves of coal.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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The Murdercrats Say – by Dennis Allen Lange

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The Murdercrats (abortion) say:

The Donald’s a racist and halfwit.
We’ll squash him! Remove him! That foul zit!
…But we are a voice
…For women – pro-choice.
For we don’t mind murder e’en one bit.

His mouth has more lies than it has spit;
Besides, what we’re for, he’s against it.
…While he stands for life,
…We’ll give them the knife
For we don’t mind murder e’en one bit.

From outrage that’s moral, our big fit
Is thrown at the worst and Trump is it!,
   While firmly we’ve stood
…With Planned Murderhood
For we don’t mind murder e’en one bit.

We’re Murdercrats and we’re proud of it.
The fires of Moloch we will keep lit.
…Pro-murder is nice
…And we’ll sacrifice
For we don’t mind murder e’en one bit.

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photo by Dez Pain at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nYAxIQi/Blood+Stains+1

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

 

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Liberal Bridge Is Falling Down by Dennis Allen Lange

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Where once they were panting and drooling,
The bridge love of liberals is cooling.
…They can’t bear the word
…That they’ve always heard
Since Donald’s the big Trump that’s ruling.

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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhiqCTa/Old+man%27s+hand

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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Don’t Cry For Me – a song poem by Dennis Allen Lange

(sung to the tune of Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina)

Hillary: Don’t cry for me little liberals.
The truth is I’ve got my millions;
Hug tight your mommies
And be good commies.
I preached the dogma,
But I’m not sharing.

Bill: That’s a good one, Hillary! (laughing)

Hillary: Don’t cry for me, femi-Nazis.
We did crack the marble ceiling,
Pelosi’s ceiling,
Though I’ve a headache
For marble won’t break,
And Bill I can’t take.

Bill: What was that?  What did she just say?

Hillary: Don’t cry for me, foreign donors.
Your gamble was Trumped in November.
I’ve got your money
And you’ve got nothing.
I think it’s funny.
We’ve got your money.   (Bill sings, too, then laughs)

Hillary: Don’t cry for me, Lord Obama.
Cry for yourself, you loser.
Stomp, curse, and shed tears
For all your eight years,
Both of your two terms
Stamped out like bad germs.

Bill: There goes his legacy.

Hillary: Don’t cry for me, California.

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In case you’re not familiar with the song (which I think is one of
the most beautiful of songs), you can hear it here.  The part for
my song poem starts about 2:14 – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PWO11ilSYc

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photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/dMBY9C/Angel+on+woodpanel

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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Much Madness – by Emily Dickinson

(This reminds me of how the current
presidential race is viewed.)

Much Madness is divinest Sense –
To a discerning Eye –
Much Sense – the starkest Madness –
‘Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail –
Assent – and you are sane –
Demur – you’re straightway dangerous –
And handled with a Chain –

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