We are beings of flesh

Yet also beings of light

Can you see the glow

In auras so subtle yet bright

Some auras shine brighter

While others seem rather dim

Some auras colors are golden

That shine out from within

Others shine in silver

While still others shine in red

Tinged with a hidden sadness

Or so it's been said

Some auras change colors

Much like a rainbow

Can you see these auras

Please tell me it's so

There are those special people

With auras purple or blue

You see them rarely sometimes

They are souls advanced and true

Some people have broken auras

As crazy as this might be

With gaps in various places

Which is what I sometimes see

It could be that these souls

Suffer illnesses yet unseen

Perhaps if we could speak with them

You might understand what I mean

Many souls have set their course

While many seem adrift

If you can see these special auras

Have respect for your special gift!

(c) BAM

If J.RR. Tolkien were alive today and had witnessed the political events which have unfolded, and seem to be the gathering clouds of a civil war in the USA, he might’ve written a tale that started out like this, with apologies again, to J.R.R.Tolkien for this piece of obvious humor from “The Hobbit”

...In a hole in the ground there lived some Republicans. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole, it was a Republican-hole, and that means it was filled with delusions of a stolen election, the support for a traitorous former president, and white privileged comfort which they wrapped comfortably around themselves, within their hole in the Capitol.

Deeper down in another dark chamber lived old Mitch McConnell, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Mitch - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. He had a little gavel, and he waved it about quietly in the Capitol; for Capitol it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He waddled around with large feet dangling over the side of his podium, but never a sound did he make. Not he. He was looking out of his pale lamp-like eyes for blind Democrats, which he grabbed with his long, thin fingers as quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Children he thought good, when he could get them; but he took care they never found him out. He just throttled them from behind, if they ever came down alone anywhere near the edge of the Senate chamber, while he was prowling about. They very seldom did, for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down there, down at the very roots of the Capitol.

Note: This is not a promotion for violence, it is for entertainment only!

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I know, I shouldn’t have

But I did it anyway

Perhaps I might apologize

But I won’t do that today

I didn’t do anything really wrong

It was not about the laws I broke

He swung at me first

So I hit that angry bloke!

So next time you take a swing at me

Consider my black eye

I might not be as careful

One of us might die

BAM

Roses are red

That’s what I’ve heard

Do believe that?

Just take my word

Violets are blue

But come in many colors

They make lousy gifts

Ask all the mothers

They called her “Nipples” McGee

For reasons obvious to see

She was easy, but she wasn’t free

Many happily paid her steep fee

Her nipples were large and thick

With the girth of a grown man’s prick

If you were lucky she might let you lick

But only one, so please carefully pick

Whenever she would be on-the-go

Her breasts would swing wildly too and fro

Especially when running in the snow

Because no bra could contain them you know

All watching couldn’t help but to glance

When Nipples McGee took up bellydance

She would put men watching into a trance

Soon bulges showed in their pants

When she danced they would swing wildly thigh to thigh

But be careful you’re not poked in the eye!

Or if hit on the head you could die

Which happened once to some poor guy

The ravages of time won’t be beat

Sadly, gravity takes it toll like the heat

Her nipples sadly stretched down to her feet

But they made for a more comfortable seat

The day that she met her demise

Was the morning before the sunrise

Though to many is was not a surprise

Because everyone eventually dies

The men gathered around her and cried

The women bowed their heads and sighed

When someone slowly replied

That Nipples McGee has died!

Her funeral was held late in May

The service seem to take the whole day

All attendees bowed their heads to pray

Because Nipples would’ve liked it that way

Now she’s gone, all that’s left is her fame

Life in our town will never be quite the same

Her legend is all to remain

Nipples McGee was quite the dame!

(c) BAM

Goodbye Mister Trump

You will not be missed

As president you leave us

Divided and pissed

Four years of disaster

Living in the Twilight Zone

Your governance from tweets

Pinched out from your throne

Now you’re banned from Twitter

And Facebook too

What will you do now

While you’re waiting to poo?

You leave us now

After four years of your fun

Now we struggle to repair

All the damage you’ve done

You’ve divided this country

With each poor decision

Fanning embers of hate

Stoked with racial division

You soon made it clear

That you lack any moral compass

But your barrage of non-stop lies

Never really fooled us

Your self-absorbed narcissism

Was always about you

Now we get to wipe you

Off from our shoe

The indictments are coming

Of that we are certain

Your last chance in the limelight

Will be the final curtain

Perhaps you and your criminal family

Now have real reasons to frown

It’s time to pay the piper

Justice will bring you all down

So goodbye Mister Trump

You lacked integrity and class

As your prison cell door slams shut

Don’t let it hit you in the ass!

(c) BAM

The Holiday Dinner from Hell

As best as we are able

A COVID-19 watch over all

While gathered around the table

The aromas of these holidays

Permeate the infectious air

Yet the tensions in the room

Seems impossible to bear

Death looms large here

Over this splendid table of gloom

Where pandemic thoughts of course

Fill all minds in this room

No one here is thankful

Or expects to remain alive

They’ve rolled the dice on a gamble

With odds against that they’ll survive

Who will be the next to go?

It’s become a familiar holiday story

Intubating the turkey next to you

A shortcut trip to purgatory

This won’t be the viruses final call

But take a seat if you are still able

This might however be your final Fall

To join us round our pandemic holiday table.

(c) BAM

To rhyme,

All the time,

...I suppose, that it’s fine.

But the prose,

I suppose,

Might decline,

Like fine wine.

For to meter your rhyme,

On each separate line,

May cause those sublime,

Reason to whine!

Perhaps alliterations,

If spread throughout the nations,

Should sour some synonyms,

Have humbled hard homonyms,

Tis' better to Meter,

Your steps as you climb,

To mountain top divine,

The clear view from the top,

Such a dangerous drop!

Then to sink in despair,

Where great heights cannot share,

To touch so lofty a goal,

Singing out to each soul!

Which some cannot hear,

Whose sweet sounds still so clear,

Which strikes a true chord,

We can all ill afford,

But if only we listen,

Still, a tear might just glisten,

Here, in each eye,

Yet, I’ve no reason to cry,

Only pause once, …then sigh,

For the sigh which I rend,

Gives me reason to send,

A wish for you,

Gentle reader,

A most kindly end!

(c) BAM

Has American has taken the low ground

On this 2020 Election Day

How could they nearly re-elect a racist?

Such is a nation in disarray

For every vote that was being counted

Seems is not the Republican way

When there is widespread voter suppression

Most Americans won’t have their say

If this election was decided

By courts that Trump has packed

That will give him a clear path for retribution

Upon Democrats and whom they backed

There is profound disappointment

Because America has lost its soul

Where “Liberty & Justice for All”

No longer is this nations goal

I cannot stress this enough

It cannot be okay

We are dividing into two nations

When these differences are in play

This might be the final blow

Republicans Winning on Election Day

Embracing a ruthless dictator

Much to the worlds dismay

How did it even come to this?

How did America vote in this Orange Clown?

The Republican Party has gone amiss

Letting all true Americans down

A racist and misogynist pseudo-leader

A compulsive liar and bully it’s true

Filling every appointed position

With his family and toadies too!

A narcissist and a fascist

Laying the building blocks for a dictatorship

The dismantling of a democracy

Destroying its foundation chip by chip

In this perfect COVID-19 storm

He refuses to follow the mask wearing compliance

Only taking his own advice in his typical form

Trump continues denial of science

He has lined his pockets and packed the courts

Cheating both rich and poor

An unpopular president according to reports

He needs to be kicked swiftly out the door

But through gerrymandering and voter suppression

He will still claim victory on Election Day

Both sides taking out their aggression

The losing side will dearly pay

Could this be how democracy ends?

Our nation in total ruin and despair

All our dreams quickly shattered and crushed

Led by a party unable to care

This will be a bitter pill to swallow indeed

If we fail to win this election

Forced to swallow his demon seed

From his Republican Party erection