I wrote this wild poem four years ago as a response to the upcoming election between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. The conversations then were not that unlike what is being said now, as many could not imagine that Trump could win the election. As we all know he did win and is now trying once more. Only time will tell. It is amazing how the muck of politics goes on and on and the alligators in the swamp keep getting fatter and fatter.
Riding through the dark night of the soul
Comes a headless horseman on a golden steed
Snorting fire and ashes he rides with great speed
No one can stop the galloping Spector
No Donkey nor Elephant, not Fox nor Hound
No one dare be so bold
As the ghastly night round him grows cold
He defies all those who would slow him down
Many have tried and been left on the ground
Some have screamed and some have yelled
But nothing can stop the apocalyptic wail
Out of the swamp through the fog of night
Rides the horseman of the apocalypse
leaving all in a fright
He comes charging the bridge in full moonlight
Not a myth not a tale nor a short lived wail
Will rise up to challenge with ghastly pale
The pending disaster that rides on his tail
In the morning sun he’ll surely be restricted
It was not true as many souls predicted
He’s here for now and he’ll be for a spell
This wild man with no head has tales to tell
The powers tried to slow him down
In that midnight hour as he rode into town
But the pumpkin wielding warrior
Simply brought scare and horror
To politicians far and wide
Bringing chaos and confusion now all is lost
He won’t stop till that last bridge is crossed
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Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Perfect poem to read before I finish my ballot this evening. 😉 Thanks!
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Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it!
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If you don’t dismount
and vote
If you just sit there
on the undecided curve
As Thomas Jefferson
would say, you get
the Headless Horsemen
you deserve 😱
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You are right! How can one complain who did not vote!
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In the Land Down Under
voting is compulsory, so
we tend to get governments
that at least pretend to care
for everybody 😎
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Interesting! Maybe that would help here!
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Very good point!
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Dwight, thank you for posting this. I didn’t get to see it four years ago. Paraphrasing Nathan Hale, “I regret that I have but one vote to give for my country!” 🙂 Take care, Cheryl
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I am sure that is the way a lot of folks feel this time around! I am glad you enjoyed it!
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This is the second very grim poem in a row I’ve just read. Something in the air tonight, and it smells to high heaven.
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Interesting! The whole thing reminds me of a Billy Joel song: … it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for…”
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True then, true now Dwight and it is such a fright!!! Nicely penned and prayerfully heard! ❤️ Cindy
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Thanks Cindy! It is going to be an interesting month coming up!
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totally!! Oh man oh man!!! ❤️🤗
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:>)
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I agree with David’s poetic piece above… you must vote to get of him….
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Thanks Ivor… yes to get or get rid of voting is necessary!!
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Important message/poem, Dwight…that fits well, again.
(((HUGS))) for all the UGHS in the world right now! 🙂
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Ha ha! We might need lots of them!!
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Okay, I can keep ‘um coming!
More-(((HUGS))) 😀
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Thanks… :>)
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Perfectly poignant and on-point. Well-received. 💚
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Thank you very much!
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Absolutely fabulous!!! A great write
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Thank you so much! I appreciate your comment.
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You are very welcome indeed
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Well expressed and, sadly, still very pertinent. Since the “galloping Spector” doesn’t believe in building bridges between people and nations, I would like to change just one word in the last line of your poem to read: “He won’t stop till that last bridge is burned”
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Very good observation. Thanks for your comment. There have been a lot of pumpkin heads tossed in the past four years.
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Oh my goodness, how prophetic! As yes, he won’t stop til the lasy bridge is crossed… surely he is on that bridge now!
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What is a ride it has been and still is….
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I remember four years ago, Dwight. Hillary was not my favorite then but didn’t expect what happened in the last four years. Hope it won’t have four more.
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You never know these days! It was quite a shock to many!
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Back then, it was money that got him in the position. Some people just didn’t have the resources to compete. Hopefully it’s not the same case this time around.
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I think in most cases it is the money that gets candidates elected… sad to think that!
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It’s really sad…
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This poem about sums it up.
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