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Synaethesia
following an accident some years ago in which I sustained a traumatic brain injury, I still have occasional occurrences of this weird sensation. Sometimes the trigger is different but the sensation I experience is always the same. So I wrote this Haiku style poem to express my thoughts. Red refers to color not anger. The wires it seems in my brain are crossed. Does anyone one know a telephone repair person?
SYNAESTHESIA
Seeing red I smell
Sweet roasted nut confections
My brain is jumbled
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SwampKing Fool
SWAMPKING FOOL
SwampKing Donald is a juvenile fool
And a narcissist fool is he
He called or the mole and he upped his hype
And he called for his liars three
Conway, Spicer and Mr. Page
All responded to the call
They told him Donald now get ready
You’re headed for a fall.
Said swampking Donald all I really want to know
Who is leaking all the stuff?
Don’t they understand that to tell the truth?
Simply makes the going tough.
I know eleven million is a huge weekly expense
But I don’t make the deals, blame it on Mike Pence.
The Secret Service loves me I think they are fine
But I am the POTUS so I don’t need to toe the line
I do not like Camp David it’s not my idea of fun
I prefer my Mar a Lago in the Florida Sun.
Without my weekly dose of sun I have to use the spray
The bottle says it’s Coppertone But it’s orange they all say.
Swampking Donald’s job is tough something he had not reckoned
The GOP is party first, the country comes in second
His plan to make America great again has no place at all
The principle will lie buried beneath his shameful wall.
Swampking Donald is very proud to be the Armed Forces C-in-C
But a rightwing Bannon puppet is all that he will be.
David Horowitz is his mentor, a huge amount of work
Especially when mentoring someone who is berserk
Mad as a hatter and a schoolyard bully to boot
To hell with tact and protocol he doesn’t give a hoot
What led to all his madness nothing has been said
Maybe his mother dropped him as a baby on his head
Some Northern states have lakes
Complete with native Loons
Swampking Donald’s asylum
Is staffed with hapless goons
Enough, enough I’ve had my say
I’ll put my pencil down
And think about tomorrow
And what I’ll write about this clown.
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Camp Chaos
CAMP CHAOS
To preserve my waning sanity, I took a little break
To sort out what news is true and which of it is fake.
The goings-on at Camp Chaos are running full amok
Even the inner sanctum it seems are learning how to duck
Sessions knows the truth and has himself recused
From looking into matters of which Trumpty’s been accused
The whole lot lie, like a rug upon the floor
No real news we hear just lies and lies galore
“I don’t know” “I can’t recall” “much more I cannot say”
All of them it seems are in SwampKing Donald’s pay
It seems like SwampKing Donald flew into a rage
When his staffers told him, he’s on a different page.
Bannon threw his arms up, poking at the air
While Spicer and Ms. Conway alternative facts did share.
Trump Tower wires were tapped is Trumpty’s latest tweeting
Completely unsupported to distract from Russian meetings
Swampking Donald’s madness is like that of George the third
But George he was quite cuckoo and Trumpty’s just absurd.
Thinks that he can govern by Executive Order alone
What he needs is leadership to really set the tone.
He’s made us just a laughing stock; kids snicker they’re not fools
They dread the wealthy moron he put in charge of all our schools.
He wants to get more nukes and planes and ships as well
SALT treaty be damned, he’ll lead us all to hell
He thrives on megalomania a big dose every day
And sycophantic yes-men who round him like to play
They can’t stand up to Trumpty and tell him he’s not cool
They’ll all stand by in silence while he acts just like a fool
He likes to go to Florida each weekend just to play
The Eleven million that it costs, we taxpayers have to pay
Some say he spent already what took Obama seven years to do
Bestowing his largesse upon his favorite few
They are mostly family, to us a huge expense
You wouldn’t mind so much If Trumpty made some sense.
Last weekend he had to go, go there all alone
The only things he likes to pack, his phone and orange comb
Oh! And don’t forget the glue that keeps his wig on straight
He saves his old toupees they say to use as fishing bait
He likes to golf in Florida and hit those little balls
It’s his escape from governing between his business calls.
I still don’t understand what his followers hope to gain
Have they not yet realized the man his quite insane
He has no self-control and lives in fantasy
Tweeting out old news he’s seen on channel three
He does not stick to facts; relies on tabloid news
He loves when he finds something that he can use
It does not matter if it’s old or from another year
He tweets it out, a constant stream like he’s chugging beer.
Ah well enough! My hair is turning grey.
I’ll have to take another rest though I have much more to say
I guess I won’t be finished until Trumpty’s done and gone
Perhaps he’ll be impeached for such a massive con.
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Asian Fare
Asian Fare
I like Chinese food he said
Why’s that? He was asked
It’s got a taste, but I can’t declare
The flavour sometimes masked.
Allow me then to take you,
On a little tour
We’ll begin perhaps with India
And then Japan for more.
Refrigeration is paramount
To keep food fresh and nice
But when it gets to a certain point
You have to use some spice.
Garam Masala’s good and hot
And so is Madras curry
Important though that when you cook
Do it slowly, do not hurry.
Koreans like to pickle
And of course they serve with rice
Kim-chi is a favorite dish
But not like bread to slice
It’s hot and spicy and then fermented
Exotic food that they invented
To use the cabbages that they grow
Fields and fields, row after row
Viet-Nam has Pho, a tasty noodle soup
With chicken that comes straight from the coop
And then there’s China and its cuisine
Strange snake bile soup and owl spleen
Of course Chinese pepper has a fragrant smell
Makes many dishes go down really well
Especially when served with rice
Brings the taste to twice as nice
After China there’s Japan
Cultural creations made by man
Kaiseki, Japan’s most expensive eats
Carefully made artistic feasts
But being honest, you have a choice
Drive through a Subway and with your voice
Speak to an electronic clown
It will take your order down
And deliver it at window number two
Their creation will be made just for you.
Enjoy your sandwich, lunchtime fare
Often made with Asian care.
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The Farm
THE FARM
There’s a farm atop that yonder hill
An old man plies his labours still
There’s grass enough for cows to graze
And crops he tends like beans and maize
He ploughed the sod when it was new
And in its clearing, trees he hew
He settled there before the road
Before cars were a transport mode
Horses and wagons ruled back then
His eggs fresh daily from a hen
Now alas, farms are fading fast
Dim reminders of our past.
When armed with scythes upon the mow
Our wheat was cut and with a bow
The sheaves were tied with the harvest knot
And food was cooked in an iron pot.
Nowadays if by chance a farm you find
It’s probably the corporate kind
There are no people going to and fro
Just machines that make it go
There are no farmers on the land
No more cow-men close at hand
And farmers’ wives are long-gone too
A dying kind, it’s sad but true.
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The Skiers
More painting effort from therapy days.
THE SKIERS
Two skiers unaware they have been seen
Downhill skiing, what a scene!
Snow fresh fallen clean and bright
It fell in silence through the night.
And now two skiers get the thrill
Of racing downwards down the hill
To where they heard two bottles lie
Like Mana fallen from the sky
In a cooler so they won’t freeze
The very thought a pleasing tease
A race towards the finish
Where soon they’ll sit and relish
A perfect close to a perfect day
A refreshing bottle of IPA!
Fa - the Green Dragon 
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