There was a time when I knew she loved me.
Yes, that was a very long time ago.
Her every word and deed, the way that she
Looked at me, her way of saying, hello!

"Admirable beacon of rectitude."
A great sounding epithet said of me
You think? That depends on whose point of view.
It's like the fruit of a poisonous tree.

Three score ten plus two if he only knew.
This old resident won’t be President.
The man is all through; believe me its true
Seventy-two’s way past retirement.
A hero or no, Americans know

Eternity is a long time to learn.
Yet Sisyphus was able to adjust
To his punishment. He refused to yearn
For bright tomorrows and knew that he must
Dispel any and all such thoughts of hope.

Oh, Oh! The full moon is almost full bloom.
I know what that means. Get the straitjacket.
Tie me down; lock me in a padded room.
They say I make a helluva racket.

In my opinion one of the greatest inventions there ever was. Yet Man has never discovered it's true potential. It has become for the most part entertainment for the boobs.

Colored
talking gadget

As I ambled through a maze of stony monoliths
on a manicured green grassed carpet.
My sadden eyes were overwhelmed with myriad
names and dates of yesteryears deceased.

This morning I went on my daily stroll.
Only this time it was quite different:
I permitted my mind to take control
How much I knew not or to what extent.
It took me on a tour of memories.

The poetic scheme of this poem I found very difficult. The plan was to combine three elements of poetry:

Election time again. It’s never new.
The candidates, their speeches, promises,
The rhetoric is old. The voter views-
The poor buffoons! They’re clueless jackasses!

She was a mere child when she was promised
In marriage. The two of them were strangers
And love was never an option. This twist
Of fate would eventually enslave her.

Most things men do secretly in darkness
Will soon be clearly revealed in daylight.
His uttered private words become careless
Common conversations. The deeds he recites

The sun was shinning and no cloud cover
Was in view. Few cars this early traversed
The road making my ride decidedly
Safer and serene. I couldn’t contrive
In my mind a more beautiful Sunday.

I walk alone, bewildered, scared to death.
I haven’t any memory... survey
Through ash and try to think...I snatch a breath
And try again. The air is foul today!

Liberals make mistakes; Conservatives
Prevent corrections. Precedents in stone
Subvert enduring solutions. Perhaps
Because the opposing ideals are awry.