My brain, is frozen tight,
so I must now, write and write.
I have my pen, clasped in hand,
as the words pour forth on demand.
Not thinking of what to write,
just let them go, a pure delight.
A spewing of words of ink to paper,
as my hand is cramping; what a caper.
I can't let go of this Pentel pen,
perhaps the ink will run out again.
Who knows more about this day,
than you the reader, as I say
to you my literary reading friend,
should I write true or just pretend.

When love is tender.
When love is right,
Love will last us
Through the long night.

If I say to you, it was a hymn,
Would you believe it was a him?
Stupid question, I have asked of you,
But then, I am sometimes stupid too.
We all err as most humans do,
But according to POTUS, that's not true
Of him, for he's a "stable genius."
What kind of person is so uncouth,
To be that way since his youth?

I think of you often,
but then, again,
you have always been,
the best friend.
You know who you are,
so let it be,
a friend for a wretch,
exactly like me.
I try to be humble,
not hard to do,
making it difficult
when not seeing you.
I will keep trying
at my own pace,
until such time,
I am gone from
this saddest place.

The morning is cool,
as is the night.
The afternoon sunny,
what a treasured delight.

Say over and over, in your head,
I will fight and not be led,
for no matter what you may do,
I will vote you out. Vote Blue.

My blade is sharp,
as is my tongue.
Are you the person?
Are you the one?
I've searched hard,
in this life of mine,
to find someone
who is considered kind.
For I miss the comfort,
I no longer have or need
for as my life wanes
with no prayers to feed.

Into the night of infamy,
depriving the citizens of liberty,
under the guise of "I know best",
he's trampled on the Constitution
and the laws of human kindness.
Not handling the Virus, I must confess,
the loss of life of 180,000, today
due to his negligence, won't go away.
I know it hurts and you do too,
for in November, please vote Blue.

There is a can.
There is a jar.
There is no time.
There is no car.
We will now leave
For we must bereave,
The loss of life of
A long time friend.
The word, an amend
For a life cut short,
One more time; again
As we honor him
For a life led.
I know this day,
lies in quiet dread,
The finality of life.
He died so alone,
Without a wife.

I sometimes wish, I had been born blond.
Wait; I was that color when I was young.
The hair I have, is now quite grey,
It could be white, some people say.
I love my hair but it is so fine,
It floats in my face, time after time.

Has this life made you a grump,
due to the rhetoric of one, Donald Trump?
I hate saying this about this clown,
for this coming election, he must go down.
If you continue support, like many do,
I hope all will vote for Blue.

It will soon be the Fall season,
for testing the last bastion of reason.
Here is what we must do;
Get out the vote, please vote Blue.