Poem 234: Trump’s First Trial

It’s Monday April 15th, are you ready for the main event?

The first of many cases that “Donald Trump” has managed to prevent

Just sticking with his strategy of delay, delay, delay

Finally after years of this, a decision didn’t go his way

Trying to postpone this trial, his lawyers were zero for three

Too bad this isn’t going to be televised for everyone to see

This “hush money criminal case” goes back to before the 2016 election

Today the first order of business is the jury selection

If you don’t know what this case is about, allow me to explain

He is accused of falsifying “Trump Organization” records before this campaign

Allegations of him paying women for sexual encounters is all the talk

There is also a Trump Tower doorman that claims “Trump” has a child out of wedlock

When you embark upon an election it is best to be very cautious

Even though these so called events occurred before he ran for office

“Trump” was in a dilemma and required some much needed guidance

He got his lawyer and fixer “Michael Cohen” to pay these women for their silence

He paid “Stormy Daniels” a porn star, 130,000 dollars and she signed a N.D.A.

“Karen McDougall”, a former playboy model would also get her pay

“Cohen” arranged for the “National Enquirer” publisher to pay the “Playboy” bunny

“Donald Pecker” paid her 150,000 dollars using his own money

He used the “catch and kill” to obtain this model’s story

This meant he wouldn’t  publish it and “Trump” wouldn’t have to worry

“Trump” is no genius we all know this of course

He got himself into trouble when it was time for him to reimburse

He paid “Cohen” in bonuses and extra payments and showed them as a legal expense

Now he is charged with 34 counts of falsifying business records and I can’t wait for this trial to commence

“Trump” wanted to get his case moved because he says he won’t get a fair trial

This is coming from a man who is continually in denial

“Donald” has a gag order and this trial could be six weeks long

He is pleading “not guilty” and says “he didn’t do anything wrong”

He says “all he can do is tell the truth and the truth is they have no case”

I wish this trial was televised and I could see him put in his place

Security will be high, who knows what’s in store

This is the first one, he still has three more

I am glad that this case was never moved to another jurisdiction

I am hoping that the “Manhattan District” attorney comes out with a conviction

Poem 233: Spring Cleaning

I contracted a dose of spring fever this past Saturday

Grabbed my rake and shovel and headed out on my way

The leaves that I boldly neglected last autumn were still on the scene

Decided I would make the effort and finally get the back yard clean

The big oak is our major culprit and it’s lost leaves were everywhere

There was still the abandoned acorns left out for the squirrels to share

I had this feeling of ambition and took advantage of it while I could

I tried to talk myself out of it but I was convinced that I should

It was a bright sunny day and the temperature was warming up

Just a little before 10:00 a.m. when I headed out with the pup

I was  told that the fallen leaves would insulate the grass over the winter season

 I left them where they fell for that very reason

Now they were blocking the lawn’s exposure to the sun

This was the reason that I decided to finally get things done

I listened to my favourite podcasts as I was cleaning the estate

The dog was basking in the sunshine next to our garden gate

This whole situation was now turning  into quite a chore

The enthusiasm I started with, wasn’t there anymore

I began in the morning and it was now afternoon

Even with all that I accomplished, I wouldn’t be finished soon

There were also broken branches and the odd pile of poop

So it wasn’t just the fallen leaves that I had to scoop

I just grabbed any container, a random selection

When finished my project, I had amassed quite a collection

No worries about anything blowing away in the breeze

Disposing them in the garbage was done with ease

They were a little heavier because everything was moist

Some of these filled bins were a little hard to hoist

I managed to stuff eight of them before the job was done

Hopefully they will lighten up in the shining sun

This yard cleaning took over four hours in all

I plan on doing this task once again this fall!

Poem 232: Dream House

Money is tight for almost everyone, there really is no question

Especially for the older folk who are living on a fixed pension

Not near enough money to even consider going out to paint the town red

Just sitting in their houses forced to watch television instead

No longer having that free Netflix membership that they received from a friend

They have to keep tight tabs on what little money they have to spend

After paying for utilities, your mortgage or your rent

After buying all your groceries, almost all your money is spent

Now think of the young people out there trying to save money for their first house

It is now next to impossible for them and their spouse

Even with both of them working it is something hard for them to attain

They are getting beat in real estate offers time and time again

Companies and individuals are purchasing them to rent out after they buy

As a result renting a place to live has now gone sky high

Interest the past few years increased at a steady rate

Those who didn’t have a fixed mortgage were forced to vacate

So the rich are now getting richer and the poor have to pay

So many forced to the brink of just living day to day

Dreams of owning a home for some may be a thing of the past

Is this a trend that is going to last?

It is a seller’s market that is for sure

You have to have the cash or be an entrepreneur

People from out of town seem to be buying up all our space

This is what a hopeful new home owner now has to face

Is a single family home going to be a thing of the past?

Here’s hoping that this latest trend isn’t built to last

They said the interest rates will fall, yet there hasn’t been a decline

That’s the first thing you think about when you see a real estate sign

There has to be some housing that every average person can afford

I am tired of the promises made by politicians like “Doug Ford”

People in this Province and across Canada are struggling to survive

Something “constructive” has to be done to keep their dreams alive

Poem 231: March 22nd

Got up this morning early as I usually do

Then proceeded to walk the dog, what else is new?

Stepped out on the front porch and the temperature was low

When I looked at the forecast, it said it was twenty below

That is with the wind chill factor and the breeze was blowing in my face

Needless to say, I immediately started picking up the pace

Ran into my son in law as I was walking on my way

We both couldn’t believe how cold it was today

Then we parted company after our short talk

I then proceeded on my way to the next block

There was a thick coat of frost on my beard, thank God I didn’t shave

I then passed by my daughter’s living room window and she gave me a wave

She is the main reason that I take this path that I walk

When the weather warms up, we both sit outside her place and  talk

She has a bowl ready for the dog when the weather gets hot

He always gets excited when he sees her, it’s his favourite spot

Got home and opened the door to soak up the home heating

When I saw my wife, I gave her a birthday greeting

I then gathered up her presents while she was sitting in her chair

Then she proceeded to unwrap them while I was standing there

She barely had time to finish this simple task at all

All her friends and family were giving her a call

Beautiful flowers from her sisters were delivered to our door

Just to get to her scheduled appointment was going to be a chore

The afternoon we had planned with a dear friend went according to plan

Have a lunch together at a special restaurant was how it all began

Then it was off to the casino to try and make a buck

Unfortunately, our tiny crew didn’t have much luck

Being new to this place, we took some of our time to explore

Decided to buy some lottery tickets before heading out the door

The three of us had a good time and didn’t lose much money

I am going to end this poem now and say “Happy Birthday Honey”

Poem 230: Early Spring?

Spring is just around the corner, less than a week away

The temperatures are slowly rising each and every day

The morning light greets us earlier as the weeks go on

Since daylight savings time kicked in, I am up before the dawn

The hour that we advanced has ironically caused my some delay

I have to wait for the sun to rise to get things underway

I crave the longer days to spend more time outdoors

I am actually looking forward to do some yard work chores

This past winter was the mildest that I ever witnessed here

There was only a few days where the temperatures were severe

The amount of snowfall we received was well below the norm

At the most there was only three or four major snowstorms

In fact I only used our snow blower maybe once or twice

Less than a bag of salt was needed for the winter ice

There was only the odd day when I was forced to stay in from the cold

Keep in mind it had to be below minus thirty to put my daily walks on hold

This is the first and only time in my life and I solemnly swear

When I went through the entire season not having to wear long underwear

For  the outdoor winter sports enthusiasts, this winter was the worse

Mother nature didn’t supply much snow for our local skiing course

Snowmobilers as well had it pretty rough

Besides the lack of snow, the ice on the lakes was never thick enough

Ice fishing was a gamble if you chose to undertake

There was more than a few instances of vehicles sinking in the lake

The local tourist businesses will be hurt the most

Seems all our Canadian snow piled up on the east coast

It certainly was a weird winter and they have their right to complain

It may be many more decades before this ever happens again

The sixth of March I seen my first robin, the earliest I recall

Last week I heard a Canadian goose, a returnee from last fall

Hopefully this trend will continue and spring is really on its way

The cycle will continue and there won’t be a price to pay

It may be only days before we see the buds appearing on the trees

All we need is the temperature to go up a few degrees

Then before long our first dandelions will be on full display

Could this be the first time we have a “no mow” April and May?

Poem 229: Daylight Savings Time

Instead of writing about politics or perhaps a major crime

I thought I would create something educational about daylight savings time

Since it just occurred this weekend and maybe you are still trying to adjust

I’m thinking perhaps in your workplace, this topic is being discussed

“George Hudson” an entomologist from “New Zealand” was the man

He needed more after work hours of sunshine, so he proposed his plan

It was in “1895” when he suggested a two hour shift at this time of year

It would be decades later in “1915” that “Germany” would put his idea into gear

To save energy and resources was the reason that this did occur

This was implemented two years into the “First World War”

After “Germany” established this practice, almost every country that fought, followed suit

This affected all the highest ranking “Generals” to the newest of “Recruits”

In “1918” the “Canadian Government” implemented this to increase wartime production

This was officially it’s formal introduction

When this war ended, daylight savings time was through

It wasn’t put back into motion until “World War Two”

To some of us, the following might seem a little profound

During the “Second World War”, daylight savings was used all year round

Not all jurisdictions in “Canada” observe this yearly change

“Saskatchewan”, the “Yukon” and parts of “Northern B.C.” choose not to engage

British Columbians’ “NDP” Government has pledged to eliminate it once and for all

It is hotly debated every spring and fall

I always thought this was enforced for the farmers and their crops

I grew up thinking that this was the reason that we adjusted our clocks

So they could have more sunshine to help in their long day

Ever since I was a kid is what I heard them say

This loss of one hour, to some can have an effect

The repercussions of this is a whole different subject

There is a saying that has been heard by one and all

We lose an hour in the spring but get it back in the fall

Evidence is mounting that accidents and health issues increase every season

Daylight savings time may be discontinued for that very reason

Poem 228: News Cycle

I make a point of reading the news everyday

Of course it’s not done in the same way

I don’t have a subscription that comes to my door

Is there such thing as a paperboy anymore?

Almost everybody gets their reports online everyday

People put in their comments and have their say

You can click on a video to see the source

After going through some ads that they choose to endorse

No longer do I have a paper to fold

What I am using in front of me has to be scrolled

I can go from news to sports by rolling the screen

You can get the reporters right on the scene

Things change minute to minute in front of your eyes

It’s not like the newspaper, waiting the next day for a revise

There is a problem when everyone is allowed to have their say

Things can get blown out of proportion by the end of the day

Some people read more of the comments than the facts that they see

Then continue to contribute whether they agree or disagree

Some just like to tangle, for them it’s a game

They can say what they want, they use an alias for their name

No matter what you choose, someone will have your back

Whether you are wrong or right, be prepared for the attack

These remarks will continue to fill up that space

People are so brave when the encounter is not face to face

Accuracy and truthfulness aren’t appreciated anymore

Who has the most supporters is how we keep score

You can lie all you want from morning to night

You can make up all that shit, you don’t have to be right

Popularity is what you are striving for and the number of followers is the gauge

The trick is to amass a large following that are ready to engage

Lie, cheat or harass, nothing has to be true

Sad to say in this day and age, honesty is no longer a virtue

Poem 227: Chelios And Kane

It was quite an event that happened in “Chicago” yesterday

The “Wings” from “Detroit” were in town to play

It wasn’t just the game that had everybody there

This was an event scheduled that everyone wanted to share

“Chris Chelios’s” jersey was to be retired, it was announced before this season

“Patrick Kane’s” first return to the “United Center” was the other reason

The ceremony started almost two hours before the game would begin

So you would have to arrive early if you wanted to take it all in

Thankfully it was televised so I was able to watch it too

Being “unbiased” as I am, I give it a five star review

I was impressed with the ease “Chelios” had in talking to the crowd

As he mentioned every family member you could see that he was proud

Lots of his old teammates were there to share in this day

His number “7” now hangs from the rafters proudly on display

The crowd in a chorus singing “Cheli”, “Cheli” “Cheli” was also very nice

They continued with the chant as he and his family left the ice

For everyone who attended it would have been a special day

It would take a little while longer for the game to get underway

As far as the hockey game went, it couldn’t have been written any better

There you have “Patrick Kane” on the opposition wearing a “Red Wings” sweater

The first commercial break they ran a tribute of “Kane” on the scoreboard

As the video played, the crowd just roared and roared

He acknowledged his fans and skated while saluting them on the ice

The crowd was so appreciative, that he had to do it twice

The “Hawks” were ahead late in the game leading two to one

“Debrincat” tied the game to force overtime, this game wasn’t done

“Alex” would be instrumental in this hockey game once again

After the “Hawks” missed their chance, he grabbed the puck and passed it up to “Kane”

“Patrick” had no one near him and was miles ahead in the clear

He fired the puck in the corner of the net and received a rousing cheer

The crowd continued cheering and yelling out his name

It just seemed so fitting even though we lost the game

Poem 226: Paying The Price

A total of 440 million dollars across three civil cases is what “Trump” has been ordered to pay

Of course he intends to appeal them, that’s his credo, delay, delay, delay

His company isn’t public and he has steadfastly refused to disclose his tax returns

Does he have the funds on hand is something we may all soon learn

He claimed in a deposition last year that he had substantially in excess of 400 million dollars in cash on hand

I tend not to believe everything he says, I’m sure you all understand

He has to post the funds or get a bond in his civil fraud case

 If he resists paying, a sheriff would be put in  place

This would take effect immediately and all his assets would be seized

If that should occur, I’m sure “Donald” would not at all be pleased

Things are handled differently in the court where “E. Jean Carroll” was his victim

“Trump” could be ordered to produce his bank account records through the Federal system

They could then proceed to place a lien or even garnish his wages

This would have to go through the trial judge to implement these stages

“Trump” has no way of delaying payments so the money has to be put up front

Typically 120 to 125 percent of the post judgment is needed to implement this stunt

We are now talking about 550 million dollars and the interest will accrue

Who knows how much extra money he will have to pay before this process is through

Perhaps he will not have a company left when all is said and done

Just how much will this affect him on his presidential run?

“Trump”  with all his indictments has put him on a roll

With every conviction, his popularity increases in the polls

The donations to his campaign are continuing to pour in

His Ultra MAGA followers still believe that he will win

They seem to be backing him no matter what the cost

Of course they are gullible enough to believe he never lost

Even with all his loyal supporters he cannot raise that kind of cash

We will finally see if “Donald” has that big of a stash

His true worth will finally be revealed once the dust has cleared

Once he is exposed for the fraud he is, he will no longer be revered

For all his loyal disciples this will be beyond comprehension

Let’s hope this is accomplished before the upcoming election

Poem 225: Oldies But Goodies

Just a message to let you know that I am still around

If you have been looking for me, I have been living underground

No I didn’t become a miner and decide to dig for gold!

I have been keeping myself busy which resulted on my poems being put on hold

I would head down into my basement and just disappear

It started in December and has continued into the new year

You see I have been a hoarder and you might say I am in denial

Ever since I was a teenager I have steadfastly refused to give up all my vinyl

I have kept them on shelves or in storage boxes out of view

With no intention of discarding them, yet not really knowing what to do?

I have held on to them for decades and kept them out of the way

Now that they have made a resurgence I had a purpose to put them on display

I decided I would take them out of the darkness and bring them back to the light

So if I was going to tackle this, I had every intention of doing it right

I have never been the  one to rush out and do things right away

I tend to overdue the research which ultimately causes much delay

I put hours and days of time looking for the proper stand

I researched every business and looked up every brand

I have accumulated many Lps, 78’s and forty fives

Some of them were issued before I was alive

It just happened I got on my computer and found the ideal one online

This was the perfect unit that suited the both of us just fine

The top had a shelf that displayed the records like in the old music stores

My wife and I both agreed we couldn’t ask for anything more

The bonus was that we could buy it local and out the door we went

After we put them together, we agreed that it was money well spent

Each stand was supposed to hold 330 records so I figured we needed five

After filling every one of them, we had to go for another drive

We bought a couple more and filled up every space

Both of us agree, it looks great in its place

I bought a double wide filing cabinet for my forty fives to store

Indexed them alphabetically to the letter “T” and had no room for more

The albums run from the “5th Dimension” all the way to “ZZ Topp”

Listen to “Big Band”, “Western”, “Rock”, “Heavy Metal”, “Soul”, “Jazz”, “Disco” and “Pop”

I have more albums than forty fives which is quite a few

So we can all listen to the “Oldies” until I purchase something new