I'm doing Robert Brewer's Poem-a-Day Challenge again for November, and though I won't be posting daily as I did in April, I may share some of my prompted poems from time to time. This one I wanted to try to post because I'm not the most savvy person with HTML, and I wasn't sure how to post these "justified" poems anywhere else. The prompt (from Day 6) was to write a "left poem" and a "right poem" - to be interpreted anyway the poet desired. So in light of yesterday's election (the results of which I am quite satisfied with, just so you know), I thought I'd write a "right", a "left", and a "center" poem:
Red's Lament
The Left
is out in left field.
They've left behind
all reason, those
bleeding hearts.
I will pay them no
compliments,
not even a left-handed
one.
I don't even trust southpaws.
You know
"sinister" is Latin for
"left-handed",
don't you?
When they're done with
our country,
what will be left?
Blue's Ballyhoo
The Right
just aren't thinking right.
What gives them the right
to leave the poor behind?
They think everything's all right
as long as they've got theirs.
In Latin, "right-handed" is "dexter",
like the serial killer on TV.
You think they'll kill our country
with greed and selfishness?
You got that right.
Purple's Plea
We're in the middle
of all this fuss.
Let's get over
ourselves,
find our center, and
breathe.
Compromise is not a
dirty word.
Here in the middle of
the road
there are no ruts.
Red and blue together
make such a beautiful
color.
If we're even-handed,
we'll be great again,
the center of our
universe.
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