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Throughout my life I have been a writer (in addition to being a stock chart analyst) and in my 30's and 40's, I wrote poems (as incredible as it might seem to you).
One of my poems was good enough to be published nationally. I am showing it here because in some ways it represents Trump supporters and what is likely to happen to them in the end when Trump is no longer around and has been exposed for who he truly is.
Read it and weep!
One of my poems was good enough to be published nationally. I am showing it here because in some ways it represents Trump supporters and what is likely to happen to them in the end when Trump is no longer around and has been exposed for who he truly is.
Read it and weep!
Dry Oasis
I fear a wintry wind on a hot summery day
Or buzzards perched on vibrant Queen Palm fronds
I dread the love songs that evoke a painful teardrop fall
Or counterfeit smiles that stab the faithful breast
I cry at lustful kisses by tainted shrews
Or with ambitious portraits the sightless draw
I cower from lonely ghosts with discontented dreams
Or penned souls that will never soar
I tremble at falsified images of purest love
Or at lifelong fantasies that erode the stainless heart
I shake with breathless fear of true betrayal
Or glorified promises built on a swampy bog
I dismay to witness speedy steeds on cemented floors
Or verdant trails glittering behind securely locked doors
I crumble at ceremonious weddings of faultily paired couples
Or whimsical goals that boisterously attest eternal vows
I weep at the dry oasis amid the lushly landscaped garden
That decries the broken dreams my mortality once endured
I bemoan the rebuilt affiliations of second-hand encounters
As the only living remnants that withstood the carnage of my soul
I fear a wintry wind on a hot summery day
Or buzzards perched on vibrant Queen Palm fronds
I dread the love songs that evoke a painful teardrop fall
Or counterfeit smiles that stab the faithful breast
I cry at lustful kisses by tainted shrews
Or with ambitious portraits the sightless draw
I cower from lonely ghosts with discontented dreams
Or penned souls that will never soar
I tremble at falsified images of purest love
Or at lifelong fantasies that erode the stainless heart
I shake with breathless fear of true betrayal
Or glorified promises built on a swampy bog
I dismay to witness speedy steeds on cemented floors
Or verdant trails glittering behind securely locked doors
I crumble at ceremonious weddings of faultily paired couples
Or whimsical goals that boisterously attest eternal vows
I weep at the dry oasis amid the lushly landscaped garden
That decries the broken dreams my mortality once endured
I bemoan the rebuilt affiliations of second-hand encounters
As the only living remnants that withstood the carnage of my soul