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Wild and Crazy Times

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Obama’s walking in; like Steve Martin,
as he once played “a wild and crazy guy”
Kerry joins the fray, with Botox display
wishes simply to Obama’s will, comply.

Lynch bends the law to set Hillary free
makes a joke of the law we all obey.
This group riddled the law; to screw us all.
Round’s out this motley crew with James Comey.

Huma Aberdeen, an Iranian,
I’m sure she has our interests at heart.
Valerie Jarrett too, the Whitehouse shrew
wants the constitution law to depart.

Who will free us from the traitorous clan,
and then raise ‘Old Glory’ high once again?
You and I my friend, this message we send;
only Trump will defend the working man.

Hear their half-filled screams, the elite mainstreams,
as they mock and call us deplorable?
But there’s coming a day, they all will say;
” Well I guess a Trump win, was feasible.”
Cheryl Davis Miller 9 /21 /16

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the Rabbit Hole

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Another one slipped down the ‘rabbit hole’
a victim of modern-day plague.
Of sorrow pain and self medication
to escape; to the  scape of the vague.

Gone without a word; of explanation
lost to us here in, this earthly realm.
She was gone many years prior to death
since life first began to overwhelm.

No time left for goodbyes, spoken to you
nor even one more ‘You will be missed.’
No chance for a hug, or a memory,
such as when your sweet cheek, I last kissed.

Please children stay clear of the ‘rabbit hole,’
for no comfort will you find down there.
Just sorrow for those that you leave behind,
as you fall for the enemies snare.
Cheryl Davis Miller 9/18/16

 

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Touched by Madness

In the winding wood’s of Carolina;
There on pathway’s up and down.
Nestled neath the pines and green fronds.
He said our bodies would be found.

One hand held a pint of moonshine.
The other bore a twenty-two.
Hours of marching as he taunted.
His threats had always proven true.

He needed no excuse for madness.
His madness came and went with time.
A word, a look, or passing fancy.
There seemed no reason nor any rhyme.

Mother hid me behind her body.
Staying between he and I.
Saying,”Kill me if you must kill someone,
she’s just thirteen and too young to die.”

I walked pretending I was elsewhere.
Crying prayer’s out silently.
Knowing if he killed my Mother.
He’d turn the gun and then kill me.

Then just as quickly as it started;
He’d proved his point and he was done.
Said,” Let’s get home and fix some supper.”
Went to the truck and slid away the gun.

You wonder why I’m most times weary.
Or seem to write from some dark place.
This is just a page out of my history.
Once touched by madness; it leaves a trace.

                              c.d.m. 5-25-11

[46 years after the fact]

 

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News Flash

News Flash
What would you do for a Klondike bar?
Or the equivalent of the day?
I guess it depends on ‘who’ you ask,
and whoever is at the soiree.

Dennis Rodman is one such fellow,
flew to North Korea on a lark.
Came back with praise for kim Jong-un, not
people die to feed that fat monarch.

Sean Penn for the sake of relevance,
ran down to love on Hugo Chaves.
Now he’s holding hands with el Chapo,
he’d do anything to get some press.

Now the case of Angela’s minions,
millions she’s let enter Germany.
They cover up the rapes of women,
seems politics trump people to me.

Now for the worst case; of Obama
his only concern; his legacy.
He wants to bring his minions here now,
to take our guns, and let them run free.

Bad news could get worse; I hate to say
worse would be ‘President’,  Hillary.
We’d not have a chance of survival;
‘tween the minions, and first dude ‘Billy.’
c.d.m. 1/10/15

 

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Hillary

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We have no confidence in you;
Madame ‘would be’ president.
You’ve lied and forced yourself on us
and that was, without consent.

You covered up Benghazi for
just a chance to run once more;
without a thought for the lives lost.
You are rotten to the core!

You had the nerve to ask of us,
“What difference does it make?”
Dancing around the questions asked,
as regret you tried to fake.

Since I was a child I’ve watched,
 you manipulate the crowd.
Declaring ‘Billy’s innocence,
dared to hold your head up proud.

Throwing his victims ‘neath the bus
so your wheels could get traction.
I mention a few charges and;
this is a tiny fraction.

You lied about the e-mails that,
told of your heartless neglect.
Now you would insult us all by
denying our intellect.

I hope you’re stripped of dignity
if you ever had a shred;
and pay the price for years of lies,
and Benghazi’s vile bloodshed.

cdm 12/20/15

 

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The Crusaders

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Cool McCool

Progressive-Obama

Cool McCool meandered out on the stage
declared, ‘America has turned a page!
I will give you things, you have never had.’
What he failed to say was this; ‘All Things Bad.’

If he opened his mouth, a lie flew out.
On America’s faith, he would sow doubt.
Declaring right is wrong; and up is down.
The mesmerized crowd never made a sound.

Eventually bad things come to an end.
As lies were exposed, folks couldn’t pretend.
They saw that ‘Cool McCool’ was just a sham.
That ‘Hope and Change’ was a horrible scam.

When they beheld the King’s, naked behind,
they felt like fools, how had they been so blind?
Should’ve seen he was a joke, from the start,
not let false accusations, blind their heart.

Cool like Sammy Davis, or Steve McQueen,
the naked King for all the world would preen.
A tomato hit him, at center stage,
then he saw the blind fools were in a rage.

Cool McCool’s reign, came to a ‘hopeless’ end
as into despair his soul would descend.
Leaving the castle, he could not dispel;
that Nixon received a kinder farewell.
cdm 12/11/15

 

 

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