A poem by J. Q Dubbs

Donald Trump
A poem in the style of “A Book of Americans”, by Rosemary and Stephen Vincent Benet

They said he was a clown
They said he was a fool
They said it loud and long
All around the town.

Yet, somehow clownish Trump
Unchained America’s pump
from Mohammedan hand
And opened American drilling land.
No more blood for oil,
Can I get an Amen?

And somehow foolish Donald
ducked impotent foreign deals
Did you hear the baddy squeals?
To fleece American coffers
With disingenuous offers
Of peace for cash—all turned to ash
Amidst the Abraham Accord.

All around the journo’s worried for
Trump, the ignoramus, had the floor
To stomp On beloved rules
And Upend long-held tools
Of swampish dark night tyranny
Sneaking up on you and me.

Sleezy, slimy eloquence, he lacked
Along with the usual euphemistic tact.
He said what you were a’ thinkin’
That the media was a’ stinkin’
Mess of lying, whining, skulls full of mush—
Thank you Rush.

America will lament the man
That ‘uuuge boorish parody of Presidential charm.
While we hope the swamp-gas doesn’t harm
Him— it’s to the chambers for the rest
If we don’t toe the line—Toe the party line -
Toe the liberal democrat, communist party line.
And it ain’t no party for the best.

They said he was a clown.
They said he was a fool.
They said it loud and long.
All around the town.
They say it still, as if they’re still afraid
Of the great, productive, glad America he made.

When sex is a throw-away, marriage soon follows, then family, then humanity. Stop the throw-away culture.

Someday, when all of this COVID passes, I will return to Greece. This little sketch was just an attempt to bring a bit of warm sunshine to a cold winter day...

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Phở and rain.

A perfect combination.

Tomorrow is Lunar New Year so a great way to look forward to a special day.

J.C. Ryle

The love of the Bible will show itself in a believer's actions. It will make him ready to do kind acts to everyone within his reach--both to their bodies and souls. It will not let him be content with soft words and kind wishes. It will make him diligent in doing all that lies in his power to lessen the sorrow and increase the happiness of others. Like his Master, he will care more for ministering than for being ministered to, and will look for nothing in return. Like his Master's great apostle he will very willingly "spend and be spent" for others, even though they repay him with hatred, and not with love. True love does not want rewards. Its work is its reward.

The love of the Bible will show itself in a believer's "readiness to bear" evil as well as to do good. It will make him patient under provocation, forgiving when injured, meek when unjustly attacked, quiet when slandered. It will make him bear much, put up with much and look over much, submit often and deny himself often, all for the sake of peace. It will make him control his temper, and check his tongue. True love is not always asking, "What are my rights? Am I treated as I deserve?" but, "How can I best promote peace? How can I do that which is most edifying to others?"

The love of the Bible will show itself in the "general spirit and demeanor" of a believer. It will make him kind, unselfish, good-natured, good-tempered, and considerate of others. It makes him gentle, friendly, and courteous, in all the daily relations of private life, thoughtful for others' comfort, tender for others' feelings, and more anxious to give pleasure than to receive. True love never envies others when they prosper, nor rejoices in the calamities of others when they are in trouble. At all times it will believe, and hope, and try to put to good use the actions of others. And even at the worst, it will be full of pity, mercy, and compassion.