The other day on CNN they were still corn shuckin Trumpy’s words apart from his speech trying to pander to the African American voters. Hunnies Trumpy ain’t gonna do this right by anybody unless there is something in it for him. Because he knew how low the support percentage goes for him with your support. So why would he offer up some solutions or talk to people in their own neighborhoods that he drives through and by in his limos?!? And if he did offer up something than he would lose his mostly white, effinA, “N” bomb dropping supporters. He can’t afford to lose his base because his supporters will whine about DT implementing another type of affirmative action because he would be putting your needs ahead of theirs.And they got themselves a jealous bone, dontcha know? Now, see Trumpy works from that scratch my back I’ll scratch yours mentality and since many aren’t supporting him he can at least say, I tried but they wouldn’t listen…and since if you are anything like me once I get into that voting booth, and I had to screen touch that name on the ballot, say for instance by accident, they’d be calling out the National Guard on me, because that voting booth would be turned inside out, tore up, slam dunked to the ground, expletives would be invented, chairs would be a flying cross the room before they’d get that accidently cast vote for him, they would have to get ta me first and I can scale ceilings like gut-damned spiderman….That alleged apology from Donald Trumpy was like someone who doesn’t send thank you notes fer all the shot-gun weddin presents they got & one day they run into you on the street & stumble through chit chat with you and begin the phony, thanks for the weddin gift of assorted gravy bowls and you say yer welcome cause you didn’t give them one, you only came fer the weddin cake, fer the love of no white man, greedy bastards stole my land sakes. His regrettins are upsettin because, sorry seems to be the hardest word. So how does that curdle the milk in yer cheerios today?—©g.a.meeder,2016®







Plethora Uprush(Spring Tide)


Plethora Uprush(Spring Tide)

a black shadow casts

itself underneath crashing

frothy feisty foam

capped sunset riding waves that

sing life back into her soul

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Calling Out Trump’s Bluff

Calling Out Trump’s Bluff

In his arrogance

brought on by acquired wealth

he speaks, no holds barred

playing the game, politics,

twerking incessant trump card.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Nightfall Vis-à-vis

  Nightfall Vis-à-vis

They tower over us

standing tall reflectively

shimmering lucid in their

crème de la crème

emerald leafed sequins

waving when dog day breezes

rustle their feathery plumage

silently watching us

as we come and go

keeping everything they see and hear

an unspeakable secret

for only them in the darkness of night

to whisper sharing amongst

the stars that sparkle

the creatures that roam

themselves and anybody else

who wants to be in the know.

     —©g.a.meeder, 2015®

Heavenly Shimmer
Find your pathway to the universe. —©g.a.meeder, 2015,®


My Unlucky Charms

My Unlucky Charms

the sting of failure

not once but twice has become

a stigma that is

difficult to overcome

second time round is no charm

dangling from my imaginary

pandora bracelet.


Political Hack

Political Hack

It’s as if you’ve been



this unwritten law

before time even

churning those wheels

inside your ego driven head

collectively picking and choosing

which words are better sound bites

to speak well of only yourself

neglecting the forgotten

the newly dead

sinning by omission

you should be ashamed

but all you do is

cultivate and grow

a bigger head.

—©g.a.meeder, 2015®



Please, do not speak in

that tone of voice

which would imply

that YOU sincerely believe

that you are better then I.

for I am a skilled in life ninja

who will take you down

for that reason alone

no lie.

—®g.a.meeder, 2015©

Mighty Reckoning

Mighty Reckoning

  You are a force to

  be reckoned with that’s what they

  say about the likes

  of someone like me when my

  tongue is set loose words fly free.

—©g.a.meeder, 2015®

Now that the day has arrived, they cry socialism.—Elizabeth A. Sherman

Shit Blazes Out of Luck…

Shit  Blazes Outta Luck

We listen to older

country music while we

rack  up the miles in

the ole pick-up truck

in hot pursuit of jobs

Only to be told

you are too old

To compete with any

of these younger ducks

We pile back into

that ole pick-up truck

Kicking up stones

and spitting dust

pulling up our egos

finding that we have found

Shared silence spliced

with common ground

And ourselves still so

shit blazes out of luck.


“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” –Eleanor Roosevelt