New poem: "Despite his Many Foibles"

 

Despite his Many Foibles

 

President Donald J. Trump believes in God,

despite his many foibles; a belief providence

confirmed by sparing his life twice from

an assassin’s bullet, once in Butler, Pennsylvania,

and on his golf course in Florida. And his

bolstered belief in God makes him a responsible,

God-fearing man with a conscience that tells

him right from wrong, and common sense from

nonsense; that’s why the good people of America

voted Donald J. Trump back into the Oval Office

to undo all the harm done to their great nation

by the looney progressive woke-infested

Biden-Harris administration.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Friday, December 27, 2024

New poem: "Stage 4 TDS"

 

Stage 4 TDS

 

I didn’t think I would, but I finally

came upon a case of Stage 4 Trump

Derangement Syndrome on a Facebook

repost of a Canadian journalist whose

vitriolic disdain for Donald J. Trump has

so metastasized throughout his soul

that it’s not curable; and it doesn’t matter

how successful the 45^th US President

who won back the Oval Office to become

the 47^t President, this respected Globe

& and Mail columnist and CBC political

pundit would rather go to his grave with

Stage 4 TDS than admit to himself, and

to his readers, that he misjudged the

self-made billionaire who was called

by the troubled spirit of his nation

to make America great again.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Friday, January 3, 2024

New poem: "A Red Line in the Sand"

 

A Red Line in the Sand

 

We live in promiscuous times

with little respect for borders of any

kind, like all those alien refugees

migrating into the United State without

permission and taking what they want

with little or no regard for the integrity

of the nation. That’s the situation Donald

J. Trump has to resolve when he steps

back into the Oval Office, drawing a red

line in the sand for all those who violate

the sacred spaces of the United States

that the last administration under President

Biden and Kamal Harris desecrated with

their sanctimonious woke agenda that so

demoralized the American people that

they voted them out of the Oval Office

and brought Trump back to make

America great again.                     

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

New poem: "Called by Providential Decree"

 

Called by Providential Decree

 

Imbued with the authority of the Oval Office,

Donald J. Trump, the 45^th and 47^th President

of the United States, is not the same man who

ran the race against vice president Kamala Harris;

he talks differently, he walks differently, and he

even smiles differently, as the world witnessed at

the grand reopening of the Notre Dame Cathedral

in Paris, France. And the change that we see in

Donald J. Trump, is the same change that everyone

who’s been called by providential decree to alter

the course of human history: a light in their eyes,

a certain grace, and a knowing that whatever

they do now is not for their own glory, but for

the good of the whole human race.  

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

New poem: "That Je Ne Sais Quoi"

 

That Je Ne Sais Quoi

 

Looking down there, at the United States,

from way up here in Canada, now that President

Donald J. Trump, in a fit of spontaneous wit,

proposed that this vast expanse of our incomparable

nation become America’s 51^st State and our Prime

Minister their new Governor, I’m left to ponder,

would we ever fit? And from what I know about

the American people from everything I’ve learned

in seven decades of being an Italian-born Canadian,

I’d have to reply to the 47^th President of the United

States, for all of your genius, charm, and multi-faceted

character, on behalf of my entire race (though some,

not that many, would disagree), we may be courteous,

kind, and too agreeable; but whatever it is that makes

us proud Canadians and your people proud Americans,

we would never choose to become your 51^st State

for fear of losing that je ne sais quoi

that makes us Canadian.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Monday, December 30, 2024