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Credit
Does it make any sense,
For me to have pride,
When I just dispense,
What God put inside?
And is it the same,
If I’m disappointed,
When public acclaim
Is not what’s anointed?
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Repetition
If someone frequently creates annoying situations,
And you respond to them continuously all the same,
Each time resulting just in carbon copy aggravations,
Can it be truly said the other person is to blame?
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A Happy Marriage
A marriage is happy when things that aren’t great,
You’re able increasingly to tolerate.
While feeling more often desire to exude,
Appreciative showings of your gratitude.
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The Conscience of Jill Biden
Each day she helps to trot him out—
Her sadly desiccated mate.
The outcome not in any doubt—
More shame from his diminished state.
I wonder how her conscience works?
She’s ruled by ego, that we know,
And much adores First Lady perks
Far more than she must love old Joe.
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The Democratic Platform
Come one, come all—it’s worth the trek!
If you bring drugs, well, what the heck!
We’ll just ignore the harm you cause,
Like we do immigration laws.
How could such evil fill our souls?
We have much more important goals!
We’re counting on you to create
A permanent one-party state.
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Russel Winick recently started writing poetry after ending a long legal career. He resides in Naperville, Illinois.
Those are great concentrated entertaining poems with ideas that have me wondering and mulling over the message! I dub you the Master of creative concentrated composition.
Thank you Roy – that’s an honor!
Short, pointed, and a lot of good old common sense. Delightful to read. Thank you, Russel
Thank you Phil, for your lovely comment. I’m glad you enjoyed the poems.
More home runs!
Thank you for pitching a nice compliment, Cheryl!
Russel, really great to read, particularly the Biden piece. Thanks for a great chuckle.
Thanks for letting me know that you liked it, Jeff.
Russel, you have a clever Muse with a sharp eye for the finer details of life’s wonders and oddities. I just love the term “desiccated mate” – it has had me laughing so hard it hurts. I didn’t think Brandon could sink any lower on the ugly-from-every-angle front. “Desiccated mate” has proved me well and truly wrong. Russel, thank you for these wise and witty delights.
Thanks Susan. I, too, had fun with “desiccated” in the Biden poem. And the first poem, “Credit,” addresses two quandaries that I’m struggling to find peace with now.
Russel, I think you can take some credit when you dispense what God puts inside. Remember that fellow with one talent who hid it in the ground and got rebuked for not investing it? Taking pride might be more dangerous, though.
In your second quandary about public acclaim, I don’t understand the wording. How can public acclaim be anointed or not anointed? Are you using “anointed” in the sense of “chosen by God to do something”? If so, I can understand that persons who receive public acclaim are often NOT those God would seem to have chosen. But in that case, I suggest you say you’re disappointed when public acclaim “likes not what’s anointed” or “hails not what’s anointed.” Please let me know if I misunderstand your quandary!
Thanks Margaret, for another of your always astute observations. I was using the word “anointed” in its seemingly broadest sense – i.e., the Webster’s definition of: “to designate as if by a ritual anointment,” such as
“Critics have anointed her as an important new literary figure.”