“Can’t Get You Out of My Head” (A poem in the voice of Trump’s obsession)

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You haunt my thoughts — you're too surreal.
Your walk, your talk, that steady tone,
Still echo louder than my own.

You stood with grace, the world stood still,
While I demand and shout and will.
They called you calm, they called you wise,
While I chase storms and alibis.
You had the glow, the Nobel prize,
The laughs, the books, the global ties.
I got the crowds, the rage, the chants,
But still, somehow — you live in my rants.

You made that room your home before
I barged in, slammed the door.
You shook my hand, you played it cool —
And I’ve been chasing you since that duel.

I mocked your name, I claimed your birth,
I questioned everything — your worth.
But truth be told, if I'm sincere, It’s envy that keeps dragging you near.

Each law you passed, I tried to shred,
Each phrase you spoke, still in my head.
They cheered for you in song and street,
While I just tweet, seethe, and repeat.

I see you in the mirror's shade,
In every slight that I’ve replayed.
You're elegance, I'm raw appeal —
But I can't fake what you made real.

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You’re in my mind like spinning wheels.
A shadow long, a silent tread —
I just can’t get you out of my head.

A Recrudescence of Dark Shadows

Upon the threshold of time, where history trembles,
recrudescence unfolds, haunting shadows resemble.
Trumpet's blare, a call to fear, coming of past's sins drear,
return of a reign, that once divided, yet draws near.

Ignorant of the craft, the weaver's web he slashes,
Our Economics falters as bull and bear clashes.
A tyrant is reborn, as a phoenix with scorched wings,
His policies ignite, the ember of hatred sings.

Disdain for the masses, a disregard for their cries,
Their needs neglected as his selfish desires rise.
A nation torn asunder, a people's anguished plight,
A recrudescence of darkness, swallowing the

Love prevails over hate within the hearts of the just,
Their voices rise, united in hope and trust.
A symphony of resistance, a song of peace,
Their anthem swells, for tyranny's release.

As history observes, our choices as a guide,
May we choose wisely, the future to decide.
For we the people, hold the power within our hands,
To mold our destiny, if united we stand.

The Wanderer’s Realization

Upon a hill, a wanderer stood,
Gazing o'er the declivity,
A realm of beauty, as he could
Not deny his proclivity.

To traverse the untenable,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The call of nature, inimitable,
'Neath azure skies and starlit sky.

Yet in his quest for heights unknown,
And paths untrod, so far away,
A truth, self-evident, was shown,
As if a beacon to allay.

This path he trod with heart so bold,
His journey, never quite the same,
A tale of courage, and behold,
From whence he came, his soul aflame.

With newfound wisdom in his eyes,
He saw, with a profound sight,
The world, as if a grand surprise,
Both darkness held, and vibrant light.

Thus, with a heart that gently yields,
To nature's call, so wild and free,
He felt the joy that life reveals,
The wanderer, evermore, would be.

Shadows of Innocence Lost

Beneath the laughter, hidden deep,
A shadow lingers in my sleep,
A secret memory, dark and cold,
A tale of innocence once told.

In childhood's garden, pure and bright,
Where butterflies took their flight,
A serpent slithered, silent sin,
And robbed the world that should have been.
How tender hands, once held with trust,
Now shake with anger's burning lust,
To scream the pain, to shout the past,
To free the girl who couldn't last.

But shame, it clings, a veil so tight,
Around the child who lost her light,
And though the years have passed like rain,
The scars still whisper their refrain.

Now at the threshold of my youth,
I long for love, I long for truth,
To somehow mend the brokenness,
And leave behind this dark abyss.

A healing journey's path I'll find,
To face the fear that plagues my mind,
And one day, I will stand, serene,
A teenage girl, no longer pinned.

For now, I cry, I mourn the loss,
Of childhood's sweet and tender gloss,
And in my tears, I'll shed the shame,
That seeks to burn my gentle flame.

Severing the Serpent's Head

United we stand, against the serpent's wrath,
A nation strong, defending our righteous path.
With eyes wide open, we see its plan,
Now's the time to take a valiant stand.

Let wisdom guide our every move,
Our bonds of love, the serpent shall disprove.
For in our unity, we'll find the might,
To face the foe, and do what's right.

Unite against the venomous tongue,
Speak truth to power, in chorus sung.
In the face of hate, let love abound,
Together we'll sever, the serpent's crown.

Wield not a sword, but words of peace,
Reason and understanding, shall the serpent cease.
In hearts of love, and minds of light,
We'll vanquish the serpent, and win the fight.

So rise, America, and heed the call,
Cut off the serpent's head, once and for all.
Together we'll stand, and never yield,
In strength and love, our nation's shield.

Seventy Times Seven

Forgive, they say, and so I try,
To let the pain subside,
Yet in the quiet of the night,
The memories still abide.

A gentle whisper, seventy times,
Another, seven times more,
Forgiving as the clock rewinds,
A pain that still can soar.

I turn my thoughts to distant days,
To when the hurt was new,
And though I've walked through healing ways,
The scars still hold the truth.

Each time the memory flickers, bright,
I feel the burning flame,
A haunting ghost of wounded light,
And yet, the call remains.

Forgive, they say, and so I do,
With every breath I take,
Embracing love, both old and new,
Forgiving for my sake.

So seventy times, and then seven times more,
I'll loose the grip of pain,
And every time the wound will roar,
I'll whisper, "I forgive," again.

The Serpent's Strike

Beware, America, the serpent's guise,
A threat that lurks, in far-right skies.
With fangs of venom, it slithers near,
The feet of freedom, it does not spare.

This viper, born of malice and hate,
Wraps its coils, to suffocate.
Democracy's soil, it seeks to taint,
With poison words, a nation faints.

As serpents shed, their withered skin,
Far-right extremism, a disguise so thin.
Beneath its scales, a danger lies,
Fangs of division, to spread despise.

Upon our feet, it strikes with force,
Our foundations shake, a perilous course.
But strong we stand, our unity great,
Against the serpent's venomous fate.

With shield and sword, let truth prevail,
Expose the darkness, in which it veils.
For in the light, America thrives,
Resist the serpent, to keep freedom alive.

Perseverate

Pondering thoughts, a cycle
Eternal loops of contemplation
Recurring ideas, never ending
Seeking answers, always searching
Endlessly mulling over details
Vexed by the mind's persistence
Engrossed in the same old pattern
Repeating, never to deviate
A captive to one's own thoughts
Tangled in mental repetition
Echoing the same refrain.

In the Forest

In the forest,
Trees all around,
Where the birds are conversing,
Peace there is found.