American Presidential Election 2020 Poem by Terence George Craddock

American Presidential Election 2020



is shape shifting
into a COVID-19
pandemic election

a black lives matter
presidential election
employment economy

background worry
money stage props
swing vote paradise

life over plague death
features in accountant
state list butcher's bill

I have a feeling I know
who what real people
voted for in split issues

ripe political division in America
reminds me of stage lit Macbeth Hamlet
sadly storm clouds on dark horizon

I only hope pray reason prevails
population accepts final count vote
not going guns knives at throat

Monday, October 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: america,disease,election,politics
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in October 2020 on the 9&12.10.2020.
Inspired by the poem 'Poison Darts' by the poet anais vionet.
Dedicated to the poet anais vionet.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Craddock 13 October 2020

Dramatic Finale Shakespeare loved a corpse strewn Globe Theatre stage. As audience universal appeal; twas all Elizabethan; dramatic finale rage. Shakespeare loved a corpse strewn stage. Dramatic methods made a single scene, carry multiple meanings, beyond mere action, echo tragic ruin; vibrating dust porous lives. Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in September 1998 on the 22.9.98.

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Anais Vionet 12 October 2020

Wow, I've never inspired a poem before =] Your followup poem is probably better than my " inspirational" work. The " butcher's bill is high - the " breadline" lines (always somehow unmentioned) are long and storm clouds are indeed on the horizon. God bless America. A VERY nice poem sir =]

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Terry Craddock 13 October 2020

'Their two small darts at the heart of the snarling beast. Saints let them strike true.' Anais Vionet, Shakespeare would have approved these lines.

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Terry Craddock 13 October 2020

Maybe you have inspired a poem before and the poet never told you, referencing is a question of degrees, a good habit to stir memories. 'Their two small darts at the heart of the snarling beast. Saints let them strike true.' Well done Anais. The last stanza in your poem was fascinating, enough to inspire poems from Shakespearian lovers. Not the first time he has shadowed contemporary poems.

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