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Featured Poems of the Week:
A FEW NOTES:
Three US Presidents died on July 4th: Thomas Jefferson (1826), John Adams (1826), and James Monroe (1831). All this past week and much of yesterday, I heard from many, many people and saw many, many posts online all expressing hopes and prayers that Trump would turn the trio a quartet. Weather-wise it was certainly hot enough -- as if the Gates of Hell were opening and Mitch McConnell was down there prepping a place for Pedophile-in-Chief. I'm actually typing this and preparing our "Featured Poems of the Week" with about seven hours of the day to go -- so who knows -- maybe all those hopes and prayers will come true?
In support of HellWatch 2026 -- the looking forward to the day when Trump descends into the eternal hell fires that await him and our massive worldwide party begins -- I have posted an 1853 poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson as one of our Featured Poems of the Week, ""Funny to be a Semiquincentennial." Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Funny to be a Century," our other Featured Poem.
Three US Presidents died on July 4th: Thomas Jefferson (1826), John Adams (1826), and James Monroe (1831). All this past week and much of yesterday, I heard from many, many people and saw many, many posts online all expressing hopes and prayers that Trump would turn the trio a quartet. Weather-wise it was certainly hot enough -- as if the Gates of Hell were opening and Mitch McConnell was down there prepping a place for Pedophile-in-Chief. I'm actually typing this and preparing our "Featured Poems of the Week" with about seven hours of the day to go -- so who knows -- maybe all those hopes and prayers will come true?
In support of HellWatch 2026 -- the looking forward to the day when Trump descends into the eternal hell fires that await him and our massive worldwide party begins -- I have posted an 1853 poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson as one of our Featured Poems of the Week, ""Funny to be a Semiquincentennial." Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Funny to be a Century," our other Featured Poem.
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Funny – to be a Semiquincentennial – And see the Fascists – ranting on – He – should die just for Oddity – I mean – three others too – and him – He’d keep his Secrets safely – very – Down there in Hell – extremely thankful This Wishful Globe of Ours would be – So zany in Festivity |
By Emily Dickinson:
Funny – to be a Century – And see the People – going by – I – should die of the Oddity – But then – I'm not so staid – as He – He keeps His Secrets safely – very – Were He to tell – extremely sorry This Bashful Globe of Ours would be – So dainty of Publicity |
Last Week's Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 6/28/26:
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A FEW NOTES:
Some say he is a disciple of Satan. Some say even Satan doesn't want him. Some say a massive party is coming -- and not in celebration of the United State's 250th year. Some say that if you suffer from agoraphobia, and you are afraid of large crowds, now is the time to visit his Great American State Fair on the National Mall. Donald Trump is a vile and loathsome toad (my apologies to toads), and he embodies every trait that parents teach their children not to be. I found a poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson written in 1853, "While he is alive," but it seems to speak of Imperial Grand Wizard Trump -- so I have posted it as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "While it is alive," our other Featured Poem. |
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
While he is alive Until Death touches him While he breathes and gasps the Air Dwells in his Greed Diapered in Excrement Delights division in our great land – Hate is his Life – clearly stronger Hate is his Depth, etched in his Face Hate is the Make-up of his Insurrection Stooping lower still and chanting Lies! |
By Emily Dickinson:
While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood Under one Sacrament Show me division can split or pare - Love is like Life - merely longer Love is like Death, during the Grave Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"! |
Previous Week's Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 6/21/26:
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A FEW NOTES:
The Reflecting Pool on the National Mall is currently reflecting two absolute truths: that Donald Trump destroys everything he touches -- AND -- that he himself is truly the one and only SWAMP KING! "Le marais, c'est moi!" ~ Donald "Swampy Don" Trump In response to these truths, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "Deep in his swamp with his secrets" as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Sweet is the swamp with its secrets," our other Featured Poem. |
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Deep in his swamp with his secrets, With his tangle of snakes And the Senate and the House And our freedoms up for takes With his revolting trollop The only truth that shows The Snake’s nature is treason, With stench where’er he goes. |
By Emily Dickinson:
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; ’Tis then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling gallop That only childhood knows. A snake is summer’s treason, And guile is where it goes. |
