Showing posts with label Alina Macneal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alina Macneal. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 June 2018

Melania’s Message

As long as U were just a jerk
In Trump tower on the top floor
I was able to make this work
But I can’t stand U anymore

I could manage mean and indifferent
For a life in Manolo sandals
But tearing children from parents
Is an evil I can’t handle

Get Cohen (ha,ha) on the pre-nup
He’ll tell U what U should do!
Hannity can deal with the clean-up
I REALLY DON’T CARE, DO U?

© Alina Macneal

Melania Trump, Agent of Coat Chaos

Alina Macneal lives in Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in Apiary Magazine, Poems for the Writing, The World to Come, and other anthologies.

Saturday, 16 June 2018

Rat-King Tales

Because the Rat-King
is first and foremost
a Rat, he chews through
walls. Frail brick
between church and
state, sagging particle
board between office
and profit – When I smell
a beautiful cheese I just
chew, says Rat. I don’t
even wait. It’s like a
magnet. – He adjusts his
tiny gold crown with his
tiny paws. -- Is it any
wonder my followers
love me? Look at
all the holes I’ve made
for them to crawl through.

© Alina Macneal

Ivanka Trump Wins China Trademarks, Then Her Father Vows to Save ZTE

Alina Macneal lives in Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in Apiary Magazine, Poems for the Writing, The World to Come, and other anthologies.

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

First Family

“As I found myself thrust into the Trump orbit, I once again was having flashbacks to my earlier career as a prosecutor against the mob.” -James Comey


When the Commander

in Chief is a Boss, you can

bet on it.


I know because I read

a history book.


The criminal I am speaking of

does not read. It doesn’t

matter. He knows what every

mobster knows. That a crime

can be concealed by a bigger

crime.


War -- the ultimate

cover-up.

© Alina Macneal

How Trump’s Iran deal decision may lead to war


Alina Macneal lives in Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in Apiary Magazine, Poems for the Writing, The World to Come, and other anthologies.

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Sunday 'Shorts'

Trumpaggedon

If Trump launches nukes
Winter may well be coming...
Nuclear Winter.

© Donnie Mountjoy

Donnie Mountjoy, Mock Paper Scissors' poet laureate and resident #HailkuMaster, revels in observing the absurd and risque, and commenting on it via social media using the ancient Japanese art form of haiku.


I can’t make love until Trump’s impeached

I just can’t

relax


When you caress me all I can think of is

the nuclear button


It’s nothing

to do with you


Surely by winter

we’ll be able to resume relations


Though it worries me to recall

how my grandfather, fleeing Warsaw in ‘39, said

In a few weeks this will all blow over

© Alina Macneal

Kim goes ballistic again - but his new rockets are all FLOPS: Brazen despot taunts Trump as North Korea blasts THREE missiles into the Sea of Japan

Alina lives in Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in Apiary Magazine, Poems for the Writing, The World to Come, and other anthologies.


Unexpected Landing

What strange sea serpents lie here on the shore
Driven by strong waves onto Norfolk land
Enormous pipe sections stranded in sand
Longer than five Big Bens placed on the floor.
Onlookers gather all shocked to the core
Struggling this occurrence to understand
Nervously approaching to touch with hand
Lest angered creatures should rise up and roar.

Bound for Algeria for some great project
Of unknown purpose and significance
A storm caused towing chains to disconnect
Enabling a substantial divergence;
Now English voices are raised to object
To such an unexpected occurrence.

© David Subacchi

Norfolk beach giant pipe salvage under way

David lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry: First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016) as well as a collection in Welsh: Eglwys Yng Nghremona (2016).



Sunday, 20 August 2017

Sunday 'Shorts'

New Colossus Renegotiates Predecessor’s Bad Deal

Give me your English-speaking,
Your high-skilled yearning to earn more.
Send me 50% fewer. No more sneaking
around escaping persecution, or war.
Angela, hold this light while I shut the door!

© Alina Macneal

White House policy adviser downplays Statue of Liberty's famous poem

Alina Macneal lives in Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in Apiary Magazine, Poems for the Writing, The World to Come, and other anthologies.


Let's End the Rhetoric!

Said Mr. Trump, the Great I Am,
"If Kim Jong Un attacks Guam
I'll take him down by several pegs.
I'll shell him with infected eggs."

© Richard Fletcher

Trump warns N Korea that US military is 'locked and loaded'

Eggs containing fipronil found in 15 EU countries and Hong Kong

Over the years Richard has had poems published in "Words", "Chapman", "Written in Ink", "New Writing Scotland", "Scottish Poetry 8" and other poetry magazines.

Editor's note: Richard suggests that others might wish to add another quatrain. Please feel free to do so.

Beach

A few turtles,
far less in number
than those swam
last season,
smuggle rain eggs
in their warm bellies.

Sun crawls on top of your toenail.
Look at the flock of giggles across the azure.

© Kushal Poddar

Summer welcomes sea turtles to the shores of Puerto Vallarta

Kushal Poddar is editor of the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’ He authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within (Florida, USA)” and “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems(co-authored)”