Category: Trump Coverage W/Poetry

Bribes R US

5/20/2025

The chaos, corruption and incompetence of the first Trump "administration" was mere child's play compared to what we've witnessed so far in the way of chaos, corruption and incompetence of his second "administration" -- and the blatant bribery from this past week topped the list of criminal and anti-constitutional activity since Trump took office.

A grifter's gotta grift!

In recognition of Trump's malfeasance, we have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "Wild bribes -- Wild bribes!" below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Wild nights -- Wild nights!" below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Wild bribes – Wild bribes!
And they’re all free!
Wild bribes should be
My luxury!

Futile – attempts –
To Reign in my greed –
Done with the Charter* –
Done with the Creed!

Flying in Comfort –
Ah – the Glee!
Is there not more – tonight –
For me?

* The US Constitution

By Emily Dickinson:

Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!

A little bit of history: Before Emmett Lee Dickinson settled on the fourth and final version of the poem above, he considered different versions for the 2nd stanza, shown below. Which version do you prefer?

Original version:

Futile – attempts –
To Hold me in check –
Done with the Charter –
Done with the Law!

Version 2:

Futile attempts –
To downplay my faults –
Done with the Charter –
Done with the Law!

Version 3:

Futile – attempts –
To limit my flaw –
Done with the Charter –
Done with the Law!

Cold Pizza

3/2/2025

I was in the Oval Office. I was there. I witnessed Trump's staged antics with his Shillbilly and Little Marco when they sold their souls to Putin -- and proved that Donald Trump is now the most dangerous person to our country.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

As with a dread we had to sit
When it became quite clear
As for some sense we grappled
Tho’ all was lost in there –

In broken, staged dogmatics
His Nobel Pizza Prize
Lost – in post-haste fashion
To our horror-stricken eyes!

By Emily Dickinson:

As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear --
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast — in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!

Plan to Fail

2/23/2025

He's pardoned and released violent criminals from prison. He's threatened to take territories away from other countries. He's palled around with Putin and accused Ukraine of starting Putin's war. He's put unqualified and unethical loyalists in positions of power in an attempt to weaponize every facet of our government. He's tried to silence media organizations. He's retaliated against those who have investigated his crimes -- and he has proclaimed that he is above the law. He is allowing a foreign national billionaire and a team of neo-Nazi frat boys to infiltrate and dismantle our government.

And this is just ONE MONTH into his HighnAss'
hostile take-over of our democracy!

Oh -- and the price of eggs keeps going up and up and up (but Trumpy has lots of think-time on the golf course -- maybe he'll figure something out?

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

A concept of a plan for Health and a concept of
a plan for the Economy
So differ his knee jerk reactions and shooting
from the hip
Incompetent Perspective –
A Foot inside his Lip

Resistance, and Appeasement, strain
One Foot upon the Grave?
For that we pray conclusion
The twist of fate we Crave.

By Emily Dickinson:

As plan for Noon and plan for Night
So differ Life and Death
In positive Prospective --
The Foot upon the Earth

At Distance, and Achievement, strains,
The Foot upon the Grave
Makes effort at conclusion
Assisted faint of Love.

DOGE-bag

2/16/2025

If you can't see what President Melon Husk is up to, then you are being played like a fiddle in Owensboro, Kentucky! YOU. ARE. BEING. PLAYED.

I understand that if you're a Trump supporter it's difficult to admit that you've been an easy mark for the con, but just for a moment, take a listen to this, HERE - or click the pic at the right.

Turns out that DOGE means "Damn Oligarchs Get Everything."

Since I cancelled my subscription to the Washington Post, I don't know if they took my advice and changed their motto from "Democracy Dies in Darkness" to "Democracy Dies in Broad Daylight," but that is EXACTLY what is going on. Democracy is DYING in BROAD DAYLIGHT at the hands of an incompetent fraudster and a power-hungry oligarch (and did you hear what his four-year-old son said to Trump? "You're not the president -- go away!" Now where did that little boy hear that?).

Again if you're a true-blue...er, I mean true-red MAGAt, then I understand that TRUTH is your Kryptonite -- but seriously, listen to the video I linked above. YOU. ARE. BEING. PLAYED.

In response to the chaos, confusion, and corruption brought on by the Musk administration, I present Emmett Lee Dickinson's "Safe in their Alabaster Towers," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Safe in their Alabaster Chambers," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Safe in their Alabaster Towers –
Untouched by Kindness –
And untouched by Fate –
Lie the sly members of the Insurrection –
Laughter from Satan – and Wrath from Hate!

Bold go their Lies – in Creation –
around them –
Worlds bear their Shock –
And Fraudulent – ways –
Felonies – drop – with DOGE of – pretenders –
Soulless as dirt – and MAGATs in Tow –

By Emily Dickinson:

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers –
Untouched by Morning –
And untouched by Noon –
Lie the meek members of the Resurrection –
Rafter of Satin – and Roof of Stone!

Grand go the Years – in the Crescent –
above them –
Worlds scoop their Arcs –
And Firmaments – row –
Diadems – drop – and Doges -- surrender –
Soundless as dots – on a Disc of Snow –

In recognition of President Musk's work to dismantle and destroy our government, I offer Emmett Lee Dickinson's "The Goon and Frog contented" below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired third-cousin Emily to pen her poem, "The Sun and Fog contested," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The Goon and Frog contented
The Government to slay
The Goon threw up his Nazi wave
And drove our Rights away –

By Emily Dickinson:

The Sun and Fog contested
The Government of Day –
The Sun took down his Yellow Whip
And drove the Fog away –

Clown Show

2/16/2025

I heard this on Reels from @g.mr.zacarias:

If you elect a clown, expect a circus.
If you elect a criminal, expect crimes.
If you elect a liar, expect deceit.
If you elect a rapist, expect misogyny.
If you elect a grifter, expect to be conned.
If you elect a Fascist, expect your liberties destroyed.
If you elect a racist, expect White supremacist laws to be enacted.
If you elect a greedy billionaire, expect an oligarchy.
If you elect a malignant narcissist, expect a dangerous self-serving leader with no empathy or regard for humanity who only operates by misinformation, gaslighting, propaganda, and manipulation.
If you elect a turd, expect a sewer and a shit show.
If you elect a snake, then you will be bitten.

The Rapist-in-Chief, Imperial Grand Wizard Trump, would not be allowed in my house. He is a loathsome, nasty toad (my apologizes to toads), and his political aspirations should have ended the day he mocked a disabled reporter. During the first term, after he was installed into the office with the collusion of a foreign adversary, he should have been convicted and removed from office with either of his two impeachments. How utterly shameful that he is back in the White House. UTTER SHAME on anyone who voted for him.

Where do his supporters draw the line?

There is no line. They do not care at all about his loathsome and criminal actions. They do not care about his complete lack of morals. Instead, they revel in the fact that he gives them voice and allows them to proclaim their hatred of others blatantly and publicly. They no longer have to hide their bigotry. HATE is what makes America great.

In response to their message of hate, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "That Hate is all they have" below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "That Love is all there is," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

That Hate is all they have,
And all they have is Hate;
It's not okay, that hate should be
Just how you make us great.

By Emily Dickinson:

That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.

No Debate

10/6/2024

There's to be no second presidential debate. Turns out that Trump is chicken shit. He knows how badly he did in the first debate -- and Harris CRUSHED him.

Below is the post we published a few weeks ago after the one and only debate -- and the poems were our "Featured Poems of the Week" for the week starting 9/15/24:

Surely you've heard about the recent Presidential Debate even if you didn't actually get a chance to see it. Trump was a frickin' disaster -- and of course, the highlight of the night began when he started croaking about Haitian immigrants in Springfield, Ohio, who have been eating people's pets.

BUT -- as expected -- Trump and his sycophants have been desperately spinning the tale that "Trump won" -- just like he won the 2020 election, he won the break dancing competition at the Olympics, and he won 8 MTV VMA awards, a Nobel Prize, and the Bone Spurs Association's Spokesperson of the Year Award.

Anyway, in tribute to the debate, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "This guy is low, his lies are mean" as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The sky is low, the clouds are mean," our other Featured Poem.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

This guy is low, his lies are mean,
A travelling fake for show
He’s cross and harsh , stuck in a rut
Debates his smarter foe

His narrow mind complains all night
How we all treated him;
Triumph, for her, is what we hope
But he’ll just lie again.

By Emily Dickinson:

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

Large-Mouthed Toad

8/24/2024

I posted this a few weeks back with two poems as the Featured Poems of the Week for the week of 8/4/24. Here is the post and the poems:

I was in Chicago last week. Coincidentally, Imperial Grand Wizard Donald Trump was there too. I was on vacation visiting family. He was making an ass of himself at a conference of Black journalists.

I could not believe the inane, insensitive and racist remarks he made about Kamala Harris; however, I was not surprised. Not in the least.

Trump is a loathsome toad (my apologies to toads). He's a convicted felon, an adjudicated rapist, a slimy conman, and a blatant racist -- just an all-around repugnant human being. Strike the word "human." He's a repugnant being. SHAME on anyone who supports him. UTTER SHAME.

In response to his latest racist attacks, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "He went to speak that sleazy bunk" as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin to pen her poem "He went to sleep that drowsy route," our other Featured Poem.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

He went to speak that sleazy bunk
To his inquiring Host --
On their stage to debate her race
He smirked as he provoked --

By Emily Dickinson:

He went by sleep that drowsy route
To the surmising inn --
At day break to begin his race
Or ever to remain --

Sofa King Weird

8/17/2024

Imperial Grand Wizard Donald Trump, JD "Shady" Vance, and the MAGAt cultists aren't just weird -- they are SOFA KING WEIRD!

LOL. I hear that the term "weird" hurts their liddle feelings. Good. They are beyond deplorable people, and it's high time they crawl back under their rocks.

I also hear that Trump didn't have plane issues in Montana. Nope. He was diverted to Billings because Bozeman wouldn't let him land there -- DUE TO OUTSTANDING BILLS FROM HIS LAST CAMPAIGN. Google it -- and check out info from The Daily Montanan.

I also hear that Harris' crowd sizes are driving him crazy -- AND -- he knows that if he can't win this election (so that he can pardon himself and/or commit a myriad of crimes with the Supreme Courts blessing), he is likely to face jail time! (I can only hope and pray!)

His recent miserable and rambling "press conference" -- chock full of lies and misinformation -- showed him as a confused and rambling old dotard -- and that appearance called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "His voice decrepit was with Age," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "His voice decrepit was with Joy," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

His voice decrepit was with Age –
Her crowds did bother so
How bold his News of Hate must be
To spark his jealousy
His world a swampland without Glee –
It is Delight to See –
His Pallor – that now demonstrates
How foul this Felon be –

By Emily Dickinson:

His voice decrepit was with Joy –
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with Glee –
Is it Delight or Woe –
Or Terror – that do decorate
This livid interview –

"Hell No" vs. "Oh No"

6/30/2024

I did not watch the debate last week between President Biden and Imperial Grand Wizard Trump, but yes -- I did hear about it. I saw today that the election is now characterized as "Hell No" vs. "Oh No" because the debate was not a shining moment for Dark Brandon. However, I will say that Biden could be lying in a hospital bed on a ventilator, and I will still cast my vote for him (as a matter of fact, I donated money to his campaign this past week -- $34.00 to be exact -- $1.00 for each of Trump's felony convictions). Plus, I understand that Trump -- true to form -- spewed lie after lie after lie after lie after lie after lie.

In response to Trump's lies, I have posted below two different versions of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "listen my children and you shall fear" which inspired E. E. Cummings to pen his poem "'next to of course god america i."

By Emmett Lee Dickinson (Original Version):

“listen my children and you shall fear
is the only thing we have to give
to our country is fear itself which
points to the ballot or the bulletin just in
time to lockandload no time for splitting
crosshairs or march hares or march scares of a
mad tea party and i’ll cry if i want to
by hook or by crook (which i am not) for
fools Rush in at his Beck and call to arms
Hannity bo Bannity banana go insanity with
balanced and fairly breaking noise to
hail to the chief mission accomplished to
still the voice of liberty so froth and so on.”

Thus spoke. And drank rapidly a half empty glass.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson (Updated Version):

“listen my children and you shall fear
caravans of illegals and so forth oh
say can you see ten thousand more votes my
country ‘tis of wind cancer comes and go
and our water pressure pressures us no more
in every witch hunt just to trickandtreat
my tourists reclaim my glorious reign by gum
by gorry covfefe by bigly by MAGA
why talk of borders without a most beaut-
iful door and suckers who are dead
who rushed liked losers to their perfect
slaughter
I will not stop to think they died instead
I shall be the voice of liberty’s mute!”

He lied. And the press gulped from his well.

By E. E. Cummings:

"next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country 'tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?"

He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water

Lock HIM Up -- Not HER!

6/2/2024

Back in the day when the MAGA Morons were chanting "Lock her up," I'm sure they thought highly of our judicial system, but now that the pronoun has switched to "Lock him up," and the real criminal has been prosecuted and found guilty, they're all shittin' in their pants and shoutin' all their rants about the unjust, unfair, and "weaponized" judicial system.

In the aftermath of this unprecedented trial and verdict I can say that two things are for certain:

1. In this case, the system worked, and the career criminal was found guilty on all 34 of the felony counts.
2. The MAGA Morons are VERY easy marks for a mobster and master con man like Trump.

In honor of the fair and just -- and correct -- verdict of the trail, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic poem "'Twas him -- not her" below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "'Twas Love -- not me," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

’Twas him – not her –
Oh punish – pray
The one who lied to thee
Just him – not her –

Such Guilt – to con Thee – most!
More so beyond the Rest –
Punish – at last –
His face like Cheese-its – most –

Let Justice not mistake –
The Two – are not alike –
For he’s the guilty snake –
Let’s Lock – Him Up!

By Emily Dickinson:

’Twas Love – not me –
Oh punish – pray –
The Real one died for Thee –
Just Him – not me –

Such Guilt – to love Thee – most!
Doom it beyond the Rest –
Forgive it – last –
'Twas base as Jesus – most!

Let Justice not mistake –
We Two – looked so alike –
Which was the Guilty Sake –
'Twas Love's – Now Strike!

Check out our coverage of Felonious Don's verdict HERE.