The
Clear Day Ahead
How
long will it take to straighten
out
all the kinks of one’s life,
to
undo all those twists and knots
that
keep us from falling asleep at night?
What
a joy it will be when that day
comes
when we won’t have any more worries
of
what we did wrong, only the clear day
ahead
with all of that wisdom to keep
our
day straight.
Composed
in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian
Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Monday,
January 27, 2025
My
Transcendent Function
My
Trumpian poems are bread crumbs
that
I leave behind on the trail of my life;
not
because I expected anyone to take
up
this obscure poet’s trail, but just to see
where
my poetry muse would take me
on
my new creative adventure. More often
than
not, the first one or two lines would
come
to me unbidden, and with confidence,
patience,
and many years of perseverance
my
trusty muse would favor me with the rest
of
my poem. I’d like to take credit for these
creative
efforts; but in truth, the mysterious
process
of creative writing still eludes me;
and
all the insights that I was given into
the
storied life of President Donald J. Trump,
I
have to attribute to what Carl Gustav Jung
called
my “transcendent function,” which
is
simply the way of poetry.
Composed
in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian
Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Sunday,
January 12, 2025
Day One at the Oval Office
What do all of those foreign refugee
migrants
want from the United States of America,
land
of the brave, strong, and free if not
to exploit
that great nation of every opportunity
to make
a better life for themselves and their family?
But have they migrated legally to the
United
States, or have they crossed President
Biden’s
open southern border without regard to
the law
of the nation? Why do they feel they
should
be accepted by the American people when
they
have not earned the right to be there?
And why
would anyone oppose President Donald J.
Trump
from deporting them back to where they
came
from? And yet Americans, the woke-infested
wing
of the Democratic Party, are willing to
put at risk
and sacrifice American citizens to
coddle and protect
millions of illegal migrants, many of
them convicted
criminals, for no reason other
than—what? What
drives those loonie lefties to turn
against their fellow
citizens with their “sanctuary cities”
and promises
they cannot keep? Infected by the toxic
woke virus,
those pretentious social justice
warriors cannot see
the harm they are doing to their great
nation,
and on January 20, Day One at the Oval
Office,
President Trump is going to issue
executive orders
to close the porous southern border and
snap
those woke fools out of their delusion.
Composed in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Friday, December 27, 2024
Gagging
on Crow
I’m
going to surmise that before the end
of
the first year of President Donald J. Trump’s
broom-sweeping
administration, the pernicious
woke
virus will have lost its treacherous hold
upon
the American mind and replaced with
the
sound logic of common sense that Donald
J.
Trump campaigned on to win his second
mandate
at the Oval Office; and I’m going
to
further surmise that there will be a lengthy
line
of Trump deniers gagging on crow,
and
choking on bile.
Composed
in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian
Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Thursday,
January 9, 2025
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
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 45th US President
who won back the Oval Office to become
the 47t 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
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
Called
by Providential Decree
Imbued
with the authority of the Oval Office,
Donald
J. Trump, the 45th and 47th 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
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 51st 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 47th 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 51st 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
