Satire Poems
What qualities make a 'successful man'.
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
What qualities make a ‘successful man’,
Is it the tambor of his voice,
Some lofty goals, a lifelong plan,
A steering hand, his knowing choice.
Can compassion play a part
Or is that interpreted as meekness;
Is it wrong to show a heart
Without labeling it as weakness?
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The Clocks Go Back One Hour
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps blinking furiously
At the silhouettes of wasted days.
The wasted leaves of autumn
Break forth and dance down
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Giant of Africa my Foot
by Graham Ereks
The giant of Africa
The almighty Nigeria,
I salute you, my country
For indeed you are a giant.
Your people are weeping,
Praying that Nigeria
Be better one day-
Fifty years after independence
The citizens are still living in paucity,
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Social Media here I come - in Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I won't be muzzled or silenced
My words will be heard,
The fake Media's so biased
Their coverage absurd.
They spew venom against me
My followers trashed every day,
Yet on this they all seem to agree
Without Trump the bills they can't pay.
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Watching them cringe - in Trump's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Assailed, maligned, hounded and betrayed
And all for why, simply for the game I played,
My aim to win but of course the lefties don't agree,
Their views alone are all they ever want to see.
Control and power their only final goal,
That's why I say it was they that really stole
All those elections across our glorious land,
They and the Media, such a sordid little band.
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Road Rage
by Joe Cyr
(rhyming couplets)
The hapless old "Q-tip" lady genteel
peeks over the dashboard through the steering wheel.
Both hands atop that maneuvering tool,
left blinker flashing, turns right to refuel.
Automobile drivers of all genders and age
have oft’ experienced the feeling of road rage
at they who tail-gate or flaunt cell phones,
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Trump's Wild Tango
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
One step back, two steps forward,
Swing around and do the dance,
Keep it fast, a little awkward
A whole world audience to entrance.
Now you've got them captivated
Up the tempo, raise the heat,
Some may need to be sedated
As they wither from your beat.
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In time like this
by Mojereola Anuoluwapo
Īn an unnoticed season like this
When the youth cherish not their
youthful Glory
Days of which the present is digested
Than that of which the future supposed
to be meditated
The young ladies value not their virginity
Rendering it as if it an infinity
When They are less viewed inferiority
But the things of the modern not enmity
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Ambition - in Kamalas own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it,
That gilded throne where I will proudly sit,
Would people think me mad,
Is my ambition so preposterous and bad.
And why not me, have I not earned this crown,
Someone not worthy of that queenly gown,
Bejeweled and composed for all to see,
My vassals all around, bowing deep to me.
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Let them Wonder - in Kamala's own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I am Indian by birthright,
Simply black when it feels right,
A gender champion through and through,
A Southern Belle from the Bayou.
I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,
Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with you.
Black lives truly matter, the Homeless my pet task,
All you need is Me, you don’t even need to ask.
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