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"O what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive."
Sir Walter Scott
gratuitous
(82,849 posts)Olaf(upon what were once knees)
does almost ceaselessly repeat
"there is some shit I will not eat"
revmclaren
(2,488 posts)"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
Only! 2018 - 2020.
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A HERETIC I AM
(24,320 posts)Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Thought the exact same thing!
GMTA!
LisaM
(27,759 posts)there's a cute little puppy in our apartment complex named Bandersnatch!
sir pball
(4,726 posts)Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
guillaumeb
(42,641 posts)Dave Starsky
(5,914 posts)This, too, shall pass.
SoCalDem
(103,856 posts)I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . .
Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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malaise
(267,808 posts)catrose
(5,047 posts)Bravo, you
cornball 24
(1,472 posts)You are the ultimate form of despicable!
Cornball, Poetass
trof
(54,255 posts)At porn stars in glasses
?quality=85&strip=all&w=370&h=204&crop=1
If they mess with these lasses
They'll pay through their asses.
-trof
Well done! Indeed I think that steak (or is it a stake) is burnt.
guillaumeb
(42,641 posts)dalton99a
(81,065 posts)USALiberal
(10,877 posts)ProudLib72
(17,984 posts)Kaleva
(36,146 posts)ProudLib72
(17,984 posts)We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
zentrum
(9,865 posts)Hekate
(90,189 posts)That came to me immediately -- will finish it later.
guillaumeb
(42,641 posts)Hekate
(90,189 posts)This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
guillaumeb
(42,641 posts)The only whimpering is from the Trump camp.
3catwoman3
(23,812 posts)...lines 3 and 4
He was without class,
And was totally crass.
Hekate
(90,189 posts)The entire limerick is now complete.
3catwoman3
(23,812 posts)...that ended with "pee" but couldn't get the meter right.
BlancheSplanchnik
(20,219 posts)Hes shit-brained, my Dear,
But some others would rather drink pee.
Hekate
(90,189 posts)Thank you!
Donkees
(31,081 posts)Vinca
(50,170 posts)Seuss-style verse about Don. It's hilarious.
https://www.thesouthafrican.com/twitter-hilariously-trolls-donald-trump-dr-seuss-style/
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)I love this one from October, 2016
"Call me the Grinch. Just look what I've got!
I never pay taxes. And my daughter is hot!"
NotASurfer
(2,138 posts)Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest hell
Nevernose
(13,081 posts)If one applies some poetic license to the definition of poetry.
The plot isnt the same as our reality, and Lear is more sympathetic, but there are dozens of lines from it that remind me of this administration.
Every time Cheeto begins with his self-pitying, whiney bullshit (which is far too frequent), I hear him saying
I am a man, more sinned against than sinning.
Threats against North Korea from an insane king?
I will do such things,
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth.
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
tavernier
(12,322 posts)The beggars have come to town
Some are in rags and some are in tags
And some are in velvet gowns.
zentrum
(9,865 posts)boston bean
(36,186 posts)He was an ugly yet delicate flower.
He grabbed any women near.
And He doesnt drink beer.
But hes a crook like a common pick pocket.
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)Who liked to bang girls in their teens
He'd say to them, "Honey,
I'll give you some money,
If you'll just let me take off your Jeans"
The Blue Flower
(5,419 posts)Our swine of a president died.
"Let me in!" to St. Peter he cried.
"Well, Donald, the fact is
I must see your taxes."
"But I'm still under audit!" he cried.
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)Especially the first line
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)There once was a dumb, racist phony
Who fed all the people baloney
But he won the election
Using lies and deception
With some help from Putin and Comey
SidDithers
(44,228 posts)Said sarcastically.
Sid
ananda
(28,782 posts)First stanza -- 45
Dreck writes itself,
caring not, says 'What the heck'
to all this rot - - that is, the thought
that words can mean an awful
lot or that they arise from a
Place that can't be sought.
Second stanza -- Melania
Now, Drivel differs in that it suffers
emotional leaks plus annoying squeaks,
stealing furtive peeks at others' works
for 'inspiration' (see plagiarization) ,
failing (silly jerk) to capture
the rapture of original quirk.
Fozzledick
(3,859 posts)from Here We Go 'Round the Mulberry Bush by Allen Ginsberg
https://www.democraticunderground.com/?com=view_post&forum=1002&pid=3421202
First thing I thought of.
Botany
(70,291 posts)There are strange things done in the D.C. sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Rock Creek trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The White House Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge ... Trump's ass was as big as a barge
Russia cremated our Liberty.
Thanx Bob S.
kiri
(786 posts)Excellent
This needs to go viral!
[Damn, I wish I didn't hate Facebook so much]
Botany
(70,291 posts)I don't think Robert Service would care too much.
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)But, aside from a seldom-used Twitter account and one social network I post on (not Facebook), I won't be able to spread it around too much.
I was hoping others would "make it go viral" because it's outstanding, imo.
[Thanks for posting it]
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)But his sheets were not satin, so he moved to Manhattan
As befits a man of his means
His heart was cold, but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spell
He lusted for power, so as of this hour
We're all part of his nightmare from hell
Stargleamer
(1,979 posts)struggle4progress
(118,039 posts)of shoes and ships and sealing-wax of cabbages and kings
and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings"
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)"Say goodnight, Gracie!"
struggle4progress
(118,039 posts)Permanut
(5,436 posts)She said, "I was so surprised when I was born I didn't talk for a year and a half."
DeminPennswoods
(15,246 posts)"God in his wisdom made the fly
and then forget to tell us why"
oberliner
(58,724 posts)flibbitygiblets
(7,220 posts)oberliner
(58,724 posts)He is The Snake in that lyric for sure.
The Velveteen Ocelot
(115,276 posts)red dog 1
(27,647 posts)especially in a heavy wind
tclambert
(11,080 posts)Stonepounder
(4,033 posts)Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
Hekate
(90,189 posts)meadowlander
(4,358 posts)Passionate intensity.
yonder
(9,631 posts)The Second Coming
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of i{Spiritus Mundi}
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at laSt,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Is what i thought of. My daughter posted it the day after the election.
The Velveteen Ocelot
(115,276 posts)malthaussen
(17,066 posts)... although it is a mad beast, and he has been born in Washington DC.
-- Mal
pnwmom
(108,925 posts)oasis
(49,151 posts)LSFL
(1,109 posts)Oh freddled grunt buggly
Thy micturatiions are to me....
oberliner
(58,724 posts)It is the only line i could remember. The pee reference spoke to me.
oberliner
(58,724 posts)Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,(with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
(I probably won't!)
yonder
(9,631 posts)apt
LSFL
(1,109 posts)lapfog_1
(29,166 posts)oberliner
(58,724 posts)VOX
(22,976 posts)Epitaph on a Tyrant
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
Hekate
(90,189 posts)Glorfindel
(9,706 posts)TRUMP:
"...now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
All causes shall give way. I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand,
Which must be acted ere they may be scanned."
Aristus
(66,092 posts)our ideals die around us all because of you..."
Lloyd-Webber and Rice.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Aristus
(66,092 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)airmid
(500 posts)lunatica
(53,410 posts)full of sound and fury signifying nothing. In Macbeth by Shakespeare
This quote was also used by the Washington Post by Eugene Robinson in September 2016
mainstreetonce
(4,178 posts)His heart was two sizes too small
Dr
Seuss
NellieStarbuck
(265 posts)"He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin . . ."
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)"If my ear was a ___ I could ___ it"
Garrett78
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stevenleser
(32,886 posts)For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)LakeArenal
(28,728 posts)Thou shall not commit adultery
Thou shall not steal
Thou shall not bear false witness
Thou shall not covet thy neighbors wife Thou shall not covet thy neighbors goods
tclambert
(11,080 posts)LakeArenal
(28,728 posts)LudwigPastorius
(8,944 posts)Violets are blue
Donald Trump is a shitbag"
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)Roses are red
Violets are blue
Donald Trump is a shitbag
And a child rapist too
https://www.justiceforkatie.com
LiberalLovinLug
(14,153 posts)Pink Floyd "Pigs" excerpt
Big man, pig man
Ha ha charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
Ha ha charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
Youre nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying Keep on digging
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mine?
Youre nearly a laugh
Youre nearly a laugh
But youre really a cry
JustAnotherGen
(31,681 posts)Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll
ploppy
(2,162 posts)a piggy wig stood with a ring at the end of his nose.
Atticus
(15,124 posts)Soxfan58
(3,479 posts)Our last one likes watching Russian hookers pee
lpbk2713
(42,696 posts)Let me count the ways.
c-rational
(2,581 posts)a man my son. Not exact but that's what popped into my head.
malchickiwick
(1,474 posts)-- from Troilus and Cressida - Act II, Scene i.
Here are some other good lines by the bard that could be used to refer to the Traitor in Chief:
Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! -- from Richard III - Act I, Scene iii.
Away, you starvelling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish! -- from Henry IV Part I - Act II, Scene iv.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore -- from King Lear - Act II, Scene ii.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon -- from Timon of Athens - Act IV, Scene iii.
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril -- from The Merry Wives of Windsor - Act III, Scene v.
Poisonous bunch-backed toad! -- from Richard III - Act I, Scene iii.
Away, you three-inch fool! -- from The Taming of the Shrew - Act III, Scene iii.
I scorn you, scurvy companion. -- from Henry IV Part II - Act II, Scene iv.
I am sick when I do look on thee. -- from A Midsummer Night's Dream - Act II, Scene i.
Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee. -- from All's Well That Ends Well - Act II, Scene iii.
You poor, base, rascally, cheating lack-linen mate! -- from Henry IV Part II - Act II, Scene iv.
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)Especially:
"The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril."
"Thou art a boil, a plague sore."
"I am sick when I do look on thee."
[I get sick when I even hear the bastard's voice on the radio]
Straw Man
(6,613 posts)DinahMoeHum
(21,737 posts)Last edited Wed May 23, 2018, 10:04 PM - Edit history (1)
. . .If I had the ass of a crow,
I'd fly over Donald Trump's tower
And shit on the bastard below.
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastard below, below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastard below.
(With apologies to all the British soccer hooligans out there)
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)Leith
(7,802 posts)From Christina Rossetti poem Goblin Market:
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
As to IQ45's fate, from The Mikado:
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
lame54
(35,137 posts)geardaddy
(24,924 posts)Tried to shit, but only farted.
-Anonymous bathroom graffitti
Demsrule86
(68,348 posts)Dyedinthewoolliberal
(15,485 posts)Freethinker65
(9,932 posts)GaryCnf
(1,399 posts)Shits
J. Swift
TallMike
(161 posts)whose warmest heart recoiled at war
a conscientious object-or
been my fave since I was but a wee lad.
kskiska
(27,041 posts)(except for the line regarding guns)
You Might as Well Live
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Dorothy Parker
marlakay
(11,370 posts)On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of a evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer.
Sympathetically I observe
The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating
What a strain it is to be evil.
Bertolt Brecht
muriel_volestrangler
(101,150 posts)Offensive terms used below - but that's the point:
https://genius.com/Pink-floyd-waiting-for-the-worms-lyrics
We're waiting to succeed and going to convene outside Brixton Town Hall where we're going to be...
[Verse 2: Waters]
(Waiting) To cut out the deadwood
(Waiting) To clean up the city
(Waiting) To follow the worms
(Waiting) To put on a black shirt
(Waiting) To weed out the weaklings
(Waiting) To smash in their windows and kick in their doors
(Waiting) For the final solution to strengthen the strain
(Waiting) To follow the worms
(Waiting) To turn on the showers and fire the ovens
(Waiting) For the queens and the coons and the reds and the Jews
(Waiting) To follow the worms
[Verse 3: Gilmour and Waters]
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms
vlyons
(10,252 posts)I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who saidTwo vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
The Velveteen Ocelot
(115,276 posts)Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
First Speaker
(4,858 posts)...and end the idle pleasures of these days...
vlyons
(10,252 posts)From Daniel 5 - The handwriting on the wall at the feast of Balshazzar
Daniel reads the words "MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN" and interprets them for the king: "MENE, God has numbered the days of your kingdom and brought it to an end; TEKEL, you have been weighed ... and found wanting;" and "PERES, your kingdom is divided and given to the Medes and Persians.
green917
(442 posts)"To belittle, you have to be little"
BlueTexasMan
(165 posts)Jackeline Chacon Aug 2014
"Red"
Red is the pain that bleeds
Red is the hatred that feeds
Red is the love that rots
Red is all evil thoughts
Red is desire for power
SleeplessinSoCal
(8,994 posts)Talk'st thou to me of 'ifs'? Thou art a traitor:
Off with his head!
(Richard, Act 3 Scene 4)
rtracey
(2,062 posts)There once was a shitstain named Trump, who sits on his ass like a lump. He fucked over his base, he's a national disgrace, he will soon be in prison getting fucked in the rump.
mia
(8,356 posts)He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Fortinbras Armstrong
(4,473 posts)Sung by Makem and Clancy
It's about the Scots selling out the independence to the English in the early 18th century for an immense bribe. Admittedly, the Scots government really needed the money after the Darien fiasco.
Or this, from Matthew Arnold's "Dover Beach"
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Nitram
(22,671 posts)Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog!
Thou art a boil, a plague sore
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon
Thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows
QC
(26,371 posts)Epitaph on a Tyrant
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
Fortinbras Armstrong
(4,473 posts)"Epitaph on the Politician", by Hilaire Belloc
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician's corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
FailureToCommunicate
(13,989 posts)Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in.
In their styes with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a damn good whacking.
Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon.
Songwriters: George Harrison
Kurt V.
(5,624 posts)red dog 1
(27,647 posts)If he were still alive today, I don't think Ray Bradbury would approve of Shitler or his crime family
usaf-vet
(6,094 posts)Donald Trump
gay texan
(2,403 posts)The desert so flat,
The earth so shperearoidical
One can only hope
Trump gets terminally hemiroidial
Onyrleft
(344 posts)................
.................
And when questioned he'd rave,
"Just think of the money I'll save!"
Lady_Chat
(561 posts)"The chaplain had mastered, in a moment of divine intuition, the handy technique of protective rationalization, and he was exhilarated by his discovery.
It was miraculous. It was almost no trick at all, he saw, to turn vice into virtue and slander into truth, impotence into abstinence, arrogance into humility,
plunder into philanthropy, thievery into honor, blasphemy into wisdom, brutality into patriotism, and sadism into justice.
Anybody could do it; it required no brains at all. It merely required no character."
BobTheSubgenius
(11,535 posts)The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Nay
(12,051 posts)This poem is not about Dumpster, but can help as an antidote to the madness:
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Lady_Chat
(561 posts)"A little patience, and we shall see the reign of witches pass over, their spells dissolve, and the people, recovering their true sight, restore their government to
its true principles. It is true that in the meantime we are suffering deeply in spirit, and incurring the horrors of a war and long oppressions of enormous public debt
And if we feel their power just sufficiently to hoop us together, it will be the happiest situation in which we can exist.
If the game runs sometimes against us at home we must have patience till luck turns, and then we shall have an opportunity of winning back the principles we have lost,
for this is a game where principles are at stake."
Thomas Jefferson, letter to John Taylor, June 4, 1798 in The Writings of Thomas Jefferson p. 1050.
Maybe someday, I hope.
Hekate
(90,189 posts)...iirc, Jefferson was writing to Taylor who was in prison.
I had this quote to hand during Bush-Cheney's 8 years -- it does give one hope.
lunatica
(53,410 posts)💞💓💗💖💝💕❤️❣️❣️
Generic Other
(28,979 posts)It is a [tweet] told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. (Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5)
malthaussen
(17,066 posts)... but I'll see what I can do:
Look at me, me, me!
Mommy, I'm President, see?
Now need go potty.
-- Mal
Uncle Joe
(58,111 posts)C O L L U D I N G
First comes lust with a golden shower
Then comes Mueller with subpoena power
Thanks for the thread red dog
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)Trump & Putin
Sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Each other's ass
Chemisse
(30,793 posts)A song lyric from Neil Young
AZ8theist
(5,339 posts)Sorry, couldn't rhyme anything.....
sorcrow
(410 posts)"Nevermore", and the sooner the better!
Regards,
Crow
samnsara
(17,570 posts)Response to red dog 1 (Original post)
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ancianita
(35,812 posts)kooth
(217 posts)"Beauty is only skin deep; but bitch is to the bone."
K. Edward Cooper
(me)
janterry
(4,429 posts)The Stalin Epigram
Osip Mandelstam, 1891 - 1938
Our lives no longer feel ground under them.
At ten paces you cant hear our words.
But whenever theres a snatch of talk
it turns to the Kremlin mountaineer,
the ten thick worms his fingers,
his words like measures of weight,
the huge laughing cockroaches on his top lip,
the glitter of his boot-rims.
Ringed with a scum of chicken-necked bosses
he toys with the tributes of half-men.
One whistles, another meows, a third snivels.
He pokes out his finger and he alone goes boom.
He forges decrees in a line like horseshoes,
One for the groin, one the forehead, temple, eye.
He rolls the executions on his tongue like berries.
He wishes he could hug them like big friends from home
jpak
(41,741 posts)DownFromTheMountain
(226 posts)Ye see yon berkie called a Lord
What Struts and Stares an a' that
Tho hundreds worship at his word
He's but a cuff for a' that
For all that and all that
His ribbon star and all that
The Man o' independent mind
He looks and laughs at a' that
Kirk Lover
(3,608 posts)ooky
(8,885 posts)3catwoman3
(23,812 posts)There was an old man in DC,
Whose dementia was firghtening to see.
He was without class,
And was totally crass.
That dreadful old man in DC.
(Lines 1,2 and 5 from Hekate/ 3 and 4 from 3cat)
MurrayDelph
(5,279 posts)"How Could You Believe Me When I Said I love You (When you know I've been a Liar all my Life)?"
icymist
(15,888 posts)Some shit really stinks
And it draws a lot of flies
The lying Trump mouth
Marthe48
(16,691 posts)As soon as I saw your post, I thought of this poem:
The Fly
BY KARL SHAPIRO
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,
With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes,
To populate the stinking cat you walk
The promontory of the dead mans nose,
Climb with the fine leg of a Duncan-Phyfe
The smoking mountains of my food
And in a comic mood
In mid-air take to bed a wife.
Riding and riding with your filth of hair
On gluey foot or wing, forever coy,
Hot from the compost and green sweet decay,
Sounding your buzzer like an urchin toy
You dot all whiteness with diminutive stool,
In the tight belly of the dead
Burrow with hungry head
And inlay maggots like a jewel.
At your approach the great horse stomps and paws
Bringing the hurricane of his heavy tail;
Shod in disease you dare to kiss my hand
Which sweeps against you like an angry flail;
Still you return, return, trusting your wing
To draw you from the hunters reach
That learns to kill to teach
Disorder to the tinier thing.
My peace is your disaster. For your death
Children like spiders cup their pretty hands
And wives resort to chemistry of war.
In fens of sticky paper and quicksands
You glue yourself to death. Where you are stuck
You struggle hideously and beg,
You amputate your leg
Imbedded in the amber muck.
But I, a man, must swat you with my hate,
Slap you across the air and crush your flight,
Must mangle with my shoe and smear your blood,
Expose your little guts pasty and white,
Knock your head sidewise like a drunkards hat,
Pin your wings under like a crows,
Tear off your flimsy clothes
And beat you as one beats a rat.
Then like Gargantua I stride among
The corpses strewn like raisins in the dust,
The broken bodies of the narrow dead
That catch the throat with fingers of disgust.
I sweep. One gyrates like a top and falls
And stunned, stone blind, and deaf
Buzzes its frightful F
And dies between three cannibals.
demigoddess
(6,640 posts)Breathe there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand
If such there breathe, go mark him well.
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite these titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentered all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair reknown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.
tazkcmo
(7,286 posts)The last line: And Shitgibons fling poo.
Bozvotros
(782 posts)Lewis Carroll had these guys pegged. Even penned a whole poem about Trump / Pence and the little oysters who follow them.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
By Lewis Carroll
"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun."
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
If this were only cleared away,'
They said, it would be grand!'
If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
That they could get it clear?'
I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.'
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
The time has come,' the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.'
But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'
But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
The night is fine,' the Walrus said.
Do you admire the view?
It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf
I've had to ask you twice!'
It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
The butter's spread too thick!'
I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."
AnnieBW
(10,350 posts)Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The Wizard
(12,482 posts)Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(Macbeth, Act V,sc. v)
Hekate
(90,189 posts)red dog 1
(27,647 posts)The results of this race tore apart our land,
As millions of Muslims were immediately banned.
This man can do absolutely no good,
Except run his mouth and claim he was just misunderstood.
The man has stated "We need global warming" for all to hear,
Which has made me quite certain that the end is near.
He has called women ugly and fat,
Which has left me wondering how he could have won the race and done all that.
After insulting and making fun of men and women nationwide,
I've become mortified, horrified, and have lost all American pride.
Every time he talks or makes a speech,
All I can say is impeach, impeach, impeach!
To see entire poem,
Google:
"This 14-year-old's poem destroying Donald Trump has gone viral"
alfredo
(60,065 posts)Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind
Carl Sandburg
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind
Carl Sandburg, 1878 - 1967
The past is a bucket of ashes.
1
The woman named Tomorrow
sits with a hairpin in her teeth
and takes her time
and does her hair the way she wants it
and fastens at last the last braid and coil
and puts the hairpin where it belongs
and turns and drawls: Well, what of it?
My grandmother, Yesterday, is gone.
What of it? Let the dead be dead.
2
The doors were cedar
and the panels strips of gold
and the girls were golden girls
and the panels read and the girls chanted:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation:
nothing like us ever was.
The doors are twisted on broken hinges.
Sheets of rain swish through on the wind
where the golden girls ran and the panels read:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.
3
It has happened before.
Strong men put up a city and got
a nation together,
And paid singers to sing and women
to warble: We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.
And while the singers sang
and the strong men listened
and paid the singers well
and felt good about it all,
there were rats and lizards who listened
and the only listeners left now
are
the rats
and the lizards.
And there are black crows
crying, Caw, caw,"
bringing mud and sticks
building a nest
over the words carved
on the doors where the panels were cedar
and the strips on the panels were gold
and the golden girls came singing:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation:
nothing like us ever was.
The only singers now are crows crying, Caw, caw,"
And the sheets of rain whine in the wind and doorways.
And the only listeners now are
the rats
and the lizards.
4
The feet of the rats
scribble on the door sills;
the hieroglyphs of the rat footprints
chatter the pedigrees of the rats
and babble of the blood
and gabble of the breed
of the grandfathers and the great-grandfathers
of the rats.
And the wind shifts
and the dust on a door sill shifts
and even the writing of the rat footprints
tells us nothing, nothing at all
about the greatest city, the greatest nation
where the strong men listened
and the women warbled: Nothing like us ever was.
NCLefty
(3,678 posts)(Sorry for the necro but we need updated poetry for the impeachment. :p )
red dog 1
(27,647 posts)So I'll make one up right now.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Trump is a fat pig
And a pathological liar too!