By Emmett Lee Dickinson: How happy is the little Fool That rambles in his shoes of Gold, And doesn't care about the Truth And champions a man uncouth – Whose Cult of ornamental Orange A plotting Q-niverse put on, And unrepentant for his Sins Associates with lies and spins, Fulfilling absolute Decree Of radical toxicity – | By Emily Dickinson: How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears – Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe put on, And independent as the Sun Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute Decree In casual simplicity – |
The saying is true: -- "A fool and his money are soon parted" -- and it was proven once again this past week when MAGA-Morons shelled out 399.00 for Trump-brand sneakers -- although no one actually got a pair of sneakers. Instead they paid 399.00 for the promise of some sneakers -- and they're supposed to be shipped (from China?) next August? In honor of the complete idiots who ordered their promise of a pair, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic poem "How happy is the little Fool" below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired third-cousin Emily to pen her poem "How happy is the little Stone," below on the right.
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January Sixth Sense: I see indicted people! Yep, it's happened again -- Grand Imperial Trump has been indicted once more, this time for his role in the January 6, 2021, insurrection to overthrow our government. READ THE INDICTMENT -- CLICK HERE. Our reaction here at the Emmett Lee Dickinson Museum? IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME! We'll likely report further on this and on the upcoming trial, but for now, in tribute to the historic indictment, we'll post Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Lies are the workings of the man" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin to pen her poem "Bliss is the plaything of the child" (below on the right). Emily Dickinson also wrote a second version of the poem, "Bliss is the scepter of the child" (also below on the right).
I'm late in posting this -- but I hope everyone had a happy Indictment Day!
I was working on a haiku to celebrate the arrest of Donald "Shifty Don" Trump, and I couldn't settle on a final version. Here's what I came up with: Yusef Salaam, one of the five New York teens wrongfully convicted and imprisoned for the 1989 rape of a jogger in Central Park, issued a brief statement following Thursday's criminal indictment of former U.S. President Donald Trump—who called for bringing back the state's death penalty to execute the defendants and never apologized after they were cleared: "For those asking about my statement on the indictment of Donald Trump—who never said sorry for calling for my execution—here it is: Karma." Karma, karma, karma, chameleon! It's about damn time!!!!! After the indictment, I heard that Donald “Shifty Don” Trump asked for our prayers. By all means: I pray that Donald Trump will be convicted and imprisoned. Lord hear my prayer. Amen. I cannot believe that the Mar-a-lago mobster has gotten away this long with his LONG LONG LONG list of crimes (including treason). In honor of the Grand Jury in New York that FINALLY held Trump accountable for his crimes, I have posted TWO sets of poems below. Each set includes lines by Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson’s third cousin, twice removed – at her request) about career criminals who were FINALLY held accountable for lifetimes of crime. Dickinson's "Of God we ask one favor" inspired his third cousin Emily to pen a poem with the same first line. His poem "It is a proper glee" inspired Emily to pen her poem "It is a lonesome Glee."
LOL -- I found this prayer too. I did not make this -- but good lord do I join in enthusiastically -- because prayer changes things, no?
I've lost count -- how many crimes has Donald Trump committed, and how many court cases is he currently involved with? I've also lost count of how many failed business ventures he's overseen. Of course, the United States of America was "this close" to becoming yet another one of Trump's failures as the result of his MAGA-moronic attempt at a coup to overthrow our government. And he didn't give up there! More recently he called to TERMINATE our constitution so that the Keystone-GOPs could reinstall him as our so-called "president." Fortunately, nothing came from any of this Don-foolery. The Constitution was not voided. His Ass-ness was not reinstalled as president. However, I do have one question. Why is the toad even allowed to run for office again? TBH, I can't understand why he hasn't been arrested yet -- but yes, last month he announced that he's running for the presidency again. Then, to add to the drama and the high (stake) jinks, this week he promised an even bigger announcement. Well, at least one as big. Major, in fact. Huge. Believe me. Fast forward to today. Trump released his all-important "major announcement" this morning, and it was big. Huge. Believe me. It turns out that Donny-boy is hawking digital trading cards of himself for a mere C-note, and fret not, dearest reader -- we have obtained a copy so that you can be one of the first to inspect the con, er...I mean the cards. This latest grift on the part of Trump called to mind one of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poems, "We do not know the cash they lose" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "We do not know the time we lose" (below on the right).
Read more about "Donald Trump's 'Major Announcement' Is The Dumbest Thing Ever" -- HERE. IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: If you access our "Featured Poems of the Week" and/or any other links on our site via Twitter (@The_Dickinson), please note that we will be deleting our Twitter account as of SUNDAY, 11/20/22 (THIS IS AN UPDATE) AS WE REFURSE TO BE A PART OF A PLATFORM WHERE MISINFORMATION IS POSTED BY AMERICAN OLIGARCH MELON HUSK AND THE KU KLUX KLAN'S IMPERIAL GRAND WIZARD, DONALD TRUMP. If you are not horrified by the corruption and deceit of the GOP, then you are most definitely "part of the problem" as they say -- and of course, one current problem that reflects the GOP's efforts to disseminate misinformation and gaslight the public is what is going on at Twitter. Twitter is now a cesspool of alternative "facts" and twisted inaccuracies spewed by unethical and evil Republicans who are determined to destroy our democracy in the hopes of establishing a "Christian"-based authoritarian regime. As a result, I am going to leave Twitter at the end of the year. I have created an account on Counter Social, @Route10. Therefore, if you access our "Featured Poems of the Week" via links on Twitter, then please know that those links will cease to be available as of January 1, 2023. Instead, if you'd like to continue to peruse our "Featured Poems" on a weekly basis after January 1, you can either access links that I will post on Counter Social -- OR -- you can bookmark this page and give it a look-see every Sunday. In response to the current Twitter cesspool -- and the possibility that Elon Musk will reverse the lifetime ban of Imperial Grand Wizard Donald Trump -- and the platform will become nothing more than a modern-day message board for the Klan -- I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "If he comes back I wait to See!" below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Before He comes we weigh the Time!" below on the right.
The mid-term election occurs in less than two weeks. Do you predict a refreshing Blue Wave to support all that Joe Biden is doing to save our democracy? Or do you think there will be a toxic Red Wave brought on by GOP misinformation and obstruction of the truth? In hopes of a refreshing Blue Wave, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "Our Reward for Voting, is This" (below on the left). His poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "My Reward for Being, was This" (below on the right).
Below: Will the mid-term elections bring on a refreshing Blue Wave or a toxic Red Tide? Of course, in recent speeches Biden has spoken the truth about the Ultra MAGA GOP neo-Nazi Fascists -- and of course, since "TRUTH" is Kryptonite to the GOP, the neo-Nazi Fascists have gone crazy that Biden dares to identify them as neo-Nazi Fascists. "Biden is so divisive," they all bark and yap -- but you know that old saying "if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...." Of course, the neo-Nazi Fascists spread nothing but heinous messages of hatred for all who do not adopt their desire to replace democracy with religious-based authoritarianism to advance white supremacy -- they even threaten Civil War and violence in the streets if/when Imperial Grand Wizard Trump is indicted for his crimes (quite a message from the party of "law and order" and "back the Blue"). In tribute to Biden for speaking the truth, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "How grave their heinous message is" below of the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The grave my little cottage is," below on the right.
The White House Historical Association released today the official portrait of Third Lady Melania Trump, and it released two possible paintings to be hung as the official portrait of Imperial Grand Wizard Donald Trump. One shows the hateful side of Trump's defective personality where he is hissing like a snake. The other shows an even more despicable side of Trump where he is mocking a disabled person. The WHHA is going to have MAGA morons vote on which portrait of Trump will be selected. Below left and right: Which painting of Trump do you think best captures the heinousness that is the Imperial Grand Wizard? Below: The WHHA released the official portrait of Third Lady Melania Trump and said that it would hang in the Boobie Bungalow Gentlemen's Club on 14th Street in Washington, DC. In tribute to the new official portraits, we have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Portraits of two hateful faces," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Portraits are to daily faces," below on the right.
Remember that old nursery rhyme "There was a crooked man"? Well, the man in that verse is as straight as a prairie horizon when compared to Donald Trump because ol' Shifty Don is about as crooked as they come! Now I'm not one to repeat gossip -- as they say -- so you'll have to listen (or in this case, read) closely the first time: Word on the street is that Ivana Trump was about to come forward with some, shall we say, very fascinating information on The Donald, so he had her offed. And then what'd he do? He planted her by the first hole in one of his dumpy golf clubs (well, I assume the gold club is dumpy. I've never been there, but I did visit his dumpy casino in Atlantic City years ago before it went six-feet under) -- and the kids are afraid to say anything thinking that someone just might push them down the stairs too. So Trump provides poor old Ivana with a one-way ticket to his golf club, re-cans the beans she was about to spill, and scores a tax loophole in one. Take a look at this: The whole sordid affair reminds me of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "The Stimulus, beyond the Grave," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin to pen her poem with the same opening line, below on the right.
For another poem related to Ivana Trump's mysterious death and bizarre grave site, click HERE. Just when you think that the Trump family can't get any more grotesque, they lower the bar and prove that yes, yes they can outdo their ghoulish ways. In this case, Trump planted the remains of his first wife, Ivana, near the first hole at one of his golf courses in New Jersey. I'll admit, I'm not usually a conspiracy theorist, but I'm hearing an awful lot of talk that Trump had her murdered (was she about to come out with some dirt on "The Donald"?), and then he and his family of ghouls disposed of the body as quickly as possible -- and since they planted her at the golf course, the property -- now classified as a cemetery -- qualifies for tax break. Sweet! A picture of the grave site is below, and I hear that the landscaping was done by none other than Trump's third wife, has-been porn star Melania Trump. You just can't make this stuff up, folks. This whole affair called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "My grave upon the golf course is," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "Thy grave my little cottage is," below on the right.
For another poem related to Ivana Trump's mysterious death and bizarre grave site, click HERE. |
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