For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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Today, a limerick, with some off-rhymes. And probably more apologies to Colin Mochrie.
There once was a Lord named Dampnut
whose collusion with Russians was rampant.
Investigations have been started
so soon he should be departed
And his damage to our democracy dampened.
For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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Hot off the presses from a headline in The New York Times this morning, here’s the first-est of first drafts. My apologies in advance if it gets out of hand.
“Trump Adopting Hands-Off Style Towards Military” front page headline from NYTimes 20 March 2017
One the one (teeny) hand
that’s a good thing, and to be encouraged
and he should probably be (miniscule) hands-off with the arts
and science and insurance and diplomacy (already with the
no-hand-shaking) and secret military raids
and just governing in general
but such an approach presents new problems:
more (pocket-sized) hands to be caught in the cookie jar
more (teeny-tiny) hands to go rummaging in the till
idle (dwarfish) hands being the Devil’s playground
[or workshop or tools or playthings–pick your proverb]
thus getting one’s (diminutive) hands dirty
yes, (toy-like) hands-off tactics could be a good thing
but that might mean more shenanigans of the sleight-of-(shrimpy) hand variety
or just reveal that even with both (bantam) hands free,
the so-called top (puny) hand (in name only) can’t find his butt
but those wandering (teensy-weensy) hands might just end up
grabbing you by the you-know-what
and we could certainly bite those (itty-bitty) hands
who’ve already planned not to feed people
instead (Lilliputian) handing tax cuts on a plate at the Graft & Corruption buffet
to people who already have luxury in the palms of their own (little) hands
yes we certainly need these (deficient) hands off
nuclear footballs & diplomatic protocols &
constant Mar-a-Lago vacation golf balls
we need these (dinky) hands in (dinky) handcuffs
because things are already out of (insufficient) hand
On the other (tiny) hand
with four years of this
we can throw our hands up
OR
we can take matters into our own hands
with gloves off
and
raise a hand against
For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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Your double dose includes a parody. We should probably apologize to Hall & Oates, but to the tune of their “Private Eyes” is this little ditty:
Microwaves
I see you, you see me
Watch you callin’ the Reds
When you’re rigging the vote
Oh Trump you’ve got to know
What the House overlooks
the oven will show to the folks
when it’s watching for lies
you can’t escape my
Microwaves They’re watching you They see your every move Microwaves They’re watching you Microwaves They’re watching you Watching you watching you watching you
You play with words, you play with lies
You can tweet it around Trumpy that ain’t enough
‘Cause Drumpf we’re gonna know
When you’re working with Reds and conning us, yo
Don’t lie when you’re tweeting at night
‘Cause you can’t escape my
Microwaves They’re watching you They see your every move Microwaves They’re watching you Microwaves They’re watching you Watching you watching you watching you
Why you try to put up a wall down south
I’m a spy for the right side, no doubt
Tweet on, viral your many lies
We’ll still know you
Look into my
Microwaves They’re watching you They see your every move Microwaves They’re watching you Microwaves They’re watching you Watching you watching you watching you
Microwaves They’re watching you They see your every move Microwaves They’re watching you Microwaves They’re watching you Watching you watching you watching you
Microwaves They’re watching you They see your every move Microwaves They’re watching you Microwaves They’re watching you Watching you watching you watching you
For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!
Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.
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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
VISUAL ARTISTS ! Do you have something visually poetic that you’d like to submit? GO FOR IT!
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Today we’re adding yet another element to the #100Days100Poems wheelhouse. Hoping to get some good protests out of some short forms new to/unused by this writer, Day 56 finds us christening #SmallHandsPoetry, because with hands that small, one can’t really write that much, n’est-ce pas?
Here we present to you two versions of a cinquain, a five-line poem broken based on syllable counts, or a five-line poem revolving around an image presented in the opening line, and circling back around to it.
These are, at the moment, untitled poems from #SmallHandPoetry:
***
Wire-tapped
microwave! Cam-
era-ready toaster!
Can you smell what the con man is
cooking?
*
microwave
wire-tapped & camera-ready
“What’d you say?”
Must remain vigilant! Thus:
smart microwaves.
For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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What’s better than street art? Street art that’s been edited (and re-edited) to make it even more relevant! We’ve got many days to go, not just for #100Days100Poems, but for America(ns) Held Hostage! We must stick together; we must stick to our convictions; we must stick to what’s right and what’s just.
Today’s #PhotoHaiku incorporates a photo from Catherine Harren Barufaldi of Brooklyn, NY.
For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author.
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Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.
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Waxy & Poetic 