Saturday, 14 July 2018

Trump's in Town

Courtesy of Private Eye cartoonist, Rob Bullen


Allow this man
and others of his kind
to visit this land of yours and mine
if that’s what they really want

When they arrive
we shall carry our children and grandchildren
aloft upon our shoulders so they can see for themselves
that these people look deceptively like us
generally human in appearance

And when they speak
our offspring will hear the sound snakes make
to sanitise their decisions and the steps they take
in the name of narcissistic whim or profit
regardless of impact on people or planet

Our precious ones
will this way learn
whom to avoid
whom to distrust
whom they must
not allow themselves to become

the vile to be here for a while
putting their poisonous ideas on trial
should not increase their following
but will teach us that
when the venom is spat
the secret is not swallowing

© Peter A Kelly

Note: 'Swallow' first appeared in I am not a silent poet and appears here by kind permission. (Ed)

Peter A Kelly sometimes draws or photographs but usually writes instead. Occasionally published, one poetry prize, but best rewarded when his work affects others.

Go Home, Fascist

Extremely egotistical,
mindlessly misogynistic,
narcissistic nincompoop,
crass climate change denier,
blustering, bigoted buffoon,
rampantly racist cager of children,
petty, petulant president.
Please - go home.

© Jenni Wyn Hyatt

Jenni Wyn Hyatt was born in Wales in 1942. She now lives in Derbyshire, and started writing poetry in her late sixties. Jenni published her first collection, 'Perhaps One Day' in 2017.

Die Blondinen

Sales of hydrogen peroxide
as Golden Don
and Boris Adonis
pledge to take over the world-

New law
dictates that blondes have more fun:
redheads, brunettes and mousey brown
there’s nowhere to run
'cos the boys are back in town

So head straight down to Boots
there is nowhere to hide
those tell tale roots
if you don’t keep them dyed

Die blondinen
are the superior race as we know
the lessons from pages of history
that it starts with a crazy
guy raising his arm
but he’s just a nutter-
no cause for alarm
bells ringing in your head-
the crazy guy has gone now
the crazy guy is dead

The Sun
shines down
on our flaxen haired gods
as they tousle their egos
two peas in a pod

© Bex Tate

Bex Tate, frustrated with the data driven education system, recently left behind her job as a Kindergarten teacher to spend time writing and pondering life. Writing poetry helps her to try and make sense of the well as giving her the chance to rant a bit!!

A President’s Lot Is Not A Happy One!

When the President’s enduring a State visit
Or maturing his fascistic little plan (little plan)
His capacity for humour is diminished (is diminished)
He’ll sulk, and skulk, and whinge like any man (any man

A dinner with a Queen just don’t excite him
But Presidential duties must go on (must go on)
He’s wondering if she’ll stoop to serving burgers,
Oh a President’s lot is not a happy one. (happy one)

When our enterprising President’s cutting taxes
When he’s stealing little children off their folks
He longs for Mar-a Lago and his golf balls
And party girls that laugh at all his jokes (all his jokes)

The lying media’s making up more stories
Though he’s building walls and keeping hombres out
now Brits are floating b'lloons with him in diapers
A stoopid hairdo and a massive pout.

He has to take the hand of their old PM
(Those fancy dinners leave him feeling bad)
She’s still after a trade deal with her Brexit
But Had to say 'Theresa you've been had!'

One day he’ll tell em ‘take this job and shove it’
It’s hard to think he ever stood for this
He’s doing all they voted for, and extra
Yet all they ever do is take the piss

But a President’s life is no such happy one. (happy one)

© S.O. Fasrus

S.O. Fasrus: Social Justice Campaigner & Social Research Interviewer. Her verse and poems; some comic; satirical; and serious; can be found online. Recent poems are in New Verse News, Culture Matters, and Poems for Grenfell Tower.

Trump's tresses

Trump went to dinner with May
His hair got out of the car before he did;
I'm not sure any dignitary's tresses
Have been discussed
As much as Trump's is
(Asides from a certain Korean chap).

There's a beauty in comparing
Trump's hair to spun sugar
Catching the eve's light,
Alongside Melania's dress
Resembling a six foot yellow gladioli.

He's avoiding certain parts of Britain;
Mainly areas with protesters
And some bloke with a placard to free
Tommy Robinson.
He will be attending Windsor Castle
But may avoid Buckingham-
Trumpety, Trump, Trump.

© Amanda Derry

Amanda Derry joined a Creative Writing class, following a breakdown, which played a significant role in her recovery. She now embeds literacy skills into classes that she teaches. Amanda also runs the Facebook Group, I Love Writing.

A Special Relationship

The general consensus seems to be
that the Brits dislike Donald Trump.
They think he is as rude as can be,
that he's not a chum but a chump.

Across the country men will protest,
(though many say the gesture is limp)
and acting more in earnest than jest,
they'll fly a twenty-foot-tall baby blimp.

As he expressed admiration for Boris
saying that he would be a good PM
his opponents criticised him in chorus
and jeered him for uttering this 'gem'.

He claims that the Brits like him a lot
yet many thousand say he is a jerk.
He thinks the EU are hatching a plot
and a deal with them will not work.

To be contentious for him is the norm;
he says things at which people scoff
and he flies into a diplomatic storm
when he declares that a US deal is off.

© Luigi Pagano

Luigi Pagano has published three collections of poems: ‘Idle Thoughts’, ’Reflections’ and ‘Poetry On Tap’. His work has been featured in ABCTales’ magazines, UKAuthors’ anthologies, Poetry24 and several other publications.