“Circus Camp” There’s circus camp in USA, today. The animals erupt as Nadler roars! They’re munching at the bone, their hunger stays. The ravenous appear as John Dean soars. This dog and pony show with Dems in tent; a tiny motor car moves center stage. Out pops Obama with ten clown’s consent as Bill and…
Read More“The Madness of Baby Jane”
“You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.”_ Ogden Nash. “The Madness of Baby Jane” Her laughter stops. It’s then she feels disgrace as with dismay, she sees her smile reflect the lines that crack and form her mirrored face. She shudders at the scene her eyes detect. She fills her deepest…
Read MoreMartin’s Dream
Martin’s Dream I fall into the blackest hole in space my soul now travels through that darker scene; a foreign place where there’s no time or grace. I move through tunnels of relentless scream. A message from my minister of flight: “From swirling depths you’re not allowed escape. Jim Crow will fall forever out of…
Read MoreFake News
“Fake News” The educated voter hears both sides. Unfortunate, our citizen can’t split his time or work to find where Truth resides; where Nervous Nancy’s lying Left might sit. The Left has left our borders open wide yet still need magic pill to beat our Trump. Let Tyranny’s Majority decide and give beloved nation final…
Read MoreThe Birth of a Hurricane
Originally posted on jacquelinecaseypoetry.com:
? “The Birth of a Hurricane” It’s steamy in the southern Keys tonight. Her air is thick. She tastes of salty fog. A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight. Her ocean swells; she’s pregnant with resolve. Her palms now twist and spin and wave their skirt and fall too…
For All The Beautiful, Young Men
“For All the Beautiful, Young Men” I see the courage in their brave-lit eyes as Omaha becomes their shining hour. The camera’s caught the morning’s gray, dull skies. Men wait; committed with the bravest power. The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn. There is no turning back; no time to pause. Momentum made…
Read MoreThe Flowers of the Field
Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…
Read MoreFor Johnny
(Photo by Jacqueline Casey) “For Johnny” When silver leaves sigh, trembling to the grounda brilliant gold is sprinkled everywhere.Sure, then I hear your laughter mid the soundof steps that shuffle up abandoned stair. When scarlet leaves dance, hesitant to partlay deep in dusty shadows and intoneand whisper “I have been here where my heartknows…
Read MoreGuilty Until Proven Innocent
“Guilty Until Proven Innocent” If confident no crime did Prez commit, then Mueller says he’s glad his truth to state. But dossier by Steele, cold lies, to wit: cause Bob to twist all phrases on his plate. The Dems with Mueller’s help must now collude and so Pelosi struggles with her charge. Pulls tight the…
Read MoreWhen Love is Gone
her roots now rave and overrun her past…
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