Message to Obama: Hammer! Don’t Stammer!

This is starting to get silly. It seems like every other day, Barack Obama promises to bolster his lagging poll numbers by changing his campaign style and getting tough on Hillary Clinton.  But even when Obama tries to challenge Hillary, his speech is so droning, so professorial, so lacking in emotion, that his “attacks” fall flat.  Hell, Obama often sounds like John Kerry on Quaaludes.

And that brings me to my Barack Obama haiku:

I’ll be more forceful
Against Hillary Clinton.
I mean it this time.

(Inspired in part by this haiku prompt. You can find more of my news haiku here.) [tags]Barack Obama Poem, Hillary Clinton, Presidential Campaign Humor, Election Humor[/tags]

11 Responses to “Message to Obama: Hammer! Don’t Stammer!”

  1. Clare says:

    Very clever haiku! I was watching “Countdown With Keith Olbermann” yesterday, and he was talking about this very thing. Barack is floundering — he needs to fire up his passion.

  2. madkane says:

    Thanks Clare and Tumblewords!

  3. Sadly, by the time we get anywhere near an actual election, they’ll all be sounding tired, because we’ll have been hearing about them for years. In part, this is because nobody except Dennis K. has had the courage to really and truly call foul on the felons in the White House now.

  4. patois says:

    I’ve played head in the sand to avoid overkill, but even I’m up on what you mean. Great ku!

  5. Tom Zart says:

    OBAMA’08 or Hillary?

    A soldier for the people
    Who’s been up and who’s been down
    Though while on his journey
    He has never turned around.

    Facing more than flesh and blood
    With Worthington’s two-faced hoard.
    Opposing all who test his soul
    With integrity as his sword.

    The wicked casts their dark net
    Over any they may charm.
    Plotting to mislead the flock,
    While pretending to do no harm.

    He’ll expose the devious daily
    As he works for you and me.
    We’re not alone in our struggle
    To preserve America the free.

    His personal goals of well being
    Will never stand in the way
    Of doing his public duty
    No matter what others may say.

    His devotion shall prove contagious
    It’s the brilliance of his kind
    What you find within him
    Is great character of mind.

    With faith and courage, he must live
    For his life to be complete
    With good morals and family life
    He’ll triumph, even in defeat.

    He was raised to participate
    Within his community
    With his fellow men and women
    He’ll enrich life, hope and liberty.

    By Tom Zart


    An angry woman opens her mouth
    And shuts her mind to reason.
    She who stays slow to anger
    Is loved by more each season.

    Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
    And it’s hard to stay serene.
    Where anger rules hatred thrives
    Then the world we love turns mean.

    She who fans the coals of hate
    Has no reason to complain.
    If some hot sparks scorch her face
    Her anguish is thus her pain.

    Anger is a human madness
    Which consumes the heart and mind.
    She who rules her spirit with love
    Shall be praised by all mankind.

    Tom Zart

  6. Tom Zart says:


    The hornets of hell swarm from their nest
    Overwhelming all the victims they can.
    To sting as many souls as possible
    In their destruction of the glory of man.

    They murder, rob, rape and plunder
    While provoking the meek to submit.
    They lie, deceive and mislead
    And depend the world to forget.

    Eager to enhance their numbers
    They are the cheerleaders of disgrace.
    Their agendas of sin must be stopped
    For the betterment of each race.

    Endless is God’s test of time
    To measure man’s spiritual worth
    Unwholesome deeds tempt us all
    Festering in the repugnance of earth.

    The hornets of hell are on the hunt
    In all directions by day or night.
    The Armor of God shields man’s soul
    And gives us our resolve to fight.

    The champions of heaven in rapture await
    To see who will stumble and fall.
    They watch us struggle, in our world of woe
    As they pray we will heed, God’s call.

    Fools declare we must hide from view
    And leave the hornets of hell alone
    But when we ignore the liabilities of life
    The failings of man become, our own.

    By Tom Zart

  7. Tom Zart says:


    Most of the time as a politician stands up
    Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
    Promising anything and everything to anyone
    While posing to the public, to be on common ground.

    The higher the office the greater the corruption
    As candidates compete for those dead presidents of green.
    While we’re taxed to death to fund their pork
    Our cost for everything has become obscene.

    Thank God there are some better than most
    Not squeaky clean, but more honest than others.
    Regardless of party, they deserve our vote
    For they share our thoughts like sisters and brothers.

    Politicians who wish to be revered by history
    Must earn their fame by living the truth.
    Any who continue to mislead and deceive
    Must be shunned by the voter at the booth.

    By Tom Zart

  8. Tom Zart says:



    Wine was served at the Last Supper
    And guzzled in King Arthur’s court.
    Wine can make a sad man happy
    And a mean woman turn good sport!


    All of heaven’s heroes have suffered remorse
    From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
    They do what they do with deliverance of heart
    Defeating the dark side of life and more.


    Tears are a love-mates humble gift
    When it’s time to say goodbye
    Though the eyes are wet and swollen
    With time and patience they dry.


    Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
    As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
    They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
    As the missteps of man live on.


    The greatest lesson one can learn
    Is how when loved, to love in return.
    Remaining true both body and soul
    Never loosing our common goal.


    Mothers have great big aprons
    To hide from the world our flaws.
    They kiss and scold when we do wrong
    Teaching compliance of laws.


    With one foot in heaven and one down on earth
    I pray to be remembered and judged by my worth.
    If I’m forced to camp, just outside your gate
    I will still be grateful and not, “hesitate.”


    No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
    The highway of love has its rules.
    The excitement of sex, trust and affection
    Never tolerates self-serving fools.


    I love to be loved in the morning
    I love to be loved at night.
    I love to be loved anytime
    For love in the darkness is light.


    With one foot in the future
    And one foot in the past
    Let us try to live our days
    As though each was our last.


    America has survived all attempts to destroy
    Knowing the cruelty of war
    And, we who remain
    Must help keep her free
    For those who can march no more!


    A good poem paints a picture
    For both your heart and brain.
    It doesn’t need a second chance
    To make its meaning plain.


    Wise men learn more from watching fools
    Than fools do from watching wise men.
    I should know for I’ve been both.
    I can ‘t believe how lucky I’ve been.


    Birds are really quite remarkable
    When left alone to do their thing.
    We have robbed their eggs and plucked their plumage
    And yet they continue to sing.


    Our confidence and trust in a higher power
    Helps guide us through every moment and hour.
    Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law
    Lets our Lord know we heed his call.


    Some have asked why must we study history;
    It just encourages us to live in the past.
    When we forget history we repeat its mistake
    As the outcome of humanity is cast.


    May God continue to bless America
    Refusing evil, the upper hand.
    It’s up to us to stay resolute
    Defending the liberty of Man.


    I love you and I need you
    It’s a fact and not a lie
    So if you plan to punish me
    Say anything, but good bye.


    Better is a good friend in the house next door
    Than brothers and sisters who are far away.
    The spirit of man needs the help of its friends
    To face all the problems of each fleeting day.


    Gone till next year, are winters cold days of chill
    While the fever of love hits the ground on the run.
    There’s heavenly splendor wherever we look
    As earth is warmed by the rays of the sun.


    King Solomon spoke of earth’s flowers in the Bible
    And that where they appear the birds begin to sing.
    The voices of love can be heard across the land
    And that lilies and roses are a sacred thing.


    Love and electricity are a lot alike
    For we never seem to miss them till their gone.
    We need both, every day of our life,
    And even more so between twilight and dawn.


    The one thing that goes the furthest
    Towards making our lives more worthwhile
    Which costs the least but does the most
    Is the sight of a friendly smile.


    Those who wish to advise others
    Should practice what they preach
    For their pupils need inspiring
    To listen to what they teach.


    Heaven won’t be heaven
    If I don ‘t see you there
    May the first to go
    Be me, is my prayer.


    Nothing else man can conceive
    Is more luring than God’s sky.
    To be as one with the stars
    Is the wish of all who fly.


    The twilight is first evening’s bell
    A time of peace when all is well.
    Another day has come and gone
    Not to return until the dawn.


    Eyes that twinkle, I distrust
    For they are the distant stars.
    Eyes in love have a steady glow
    Like Venus, the Moon or Mars.


    My favorite poet is our father of love
    Who was first to know us before birth.
    His poetry prolongs every thing we love
    As his deliverance gives life its worth.


    What Satan has planned for our harm
    Integrity will transform to good.
    Adhering to morals gives us peace
    Teaching us to respond, as we should.


    America is the birthday cake of earth
    As the ants march from every direction.
    Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her
    Serving with love, honor, pride and affection.


    War is an emotional release for man
    Practiced since the first stones were cast.
    Could it be nature’s way of thinning the numbers
    As the fallen are consumed by the past.


    Even ordinary moments
    Aren’t the same any more.
    Together we have so much
    To plan, accomplish and explore.


    What would our world become
    Without intervention from above?
    Angry beings in a revolving cage
    With no sense of passion or love.


    Our soldiers line up to be remembered
    As the best of the best at their job.
    They wish to be needed and depended on
    To save all we love from the mob.

    They risk their life and limb for liberty
    Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
    To be part of something greater than themselves
    They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.


    After death who will miss us
    When to heaven we have gone?
    Will family cry our name in tears
    As in their hearts we live on?


    When war breaks out, boundaries change
    And all who die are a token
    Of the rage that must run it’s course
    Before words of peace are spoken.


    Love, indeed, descends from heaven,
    Like a shooting star across the sky.
    Love sometimes stirs the dust
    Till tears fall free from the eye.


    Those who wish to be, not forgotten,
    Just days after they’re dead and gone
    Must write such things worth remembering
    Or commit acts, worth passing on.


    The poet Horace once expressed
    That roses were worth more than grain
    Seed fills a hungry man’s stomach
    Where roses feed his heart and brain.

    SEPTEMBER 11th

    We shall seek them out wherever they may hide
    Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
    They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
    By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.


    The Lord planted love within mankind’s heart
    Though things can grow sour when from” Him” we depart.
    Love and hate are but two sides of life’s golden coin
    So be ready for both no matter whom you join.


    Our conscience makes us righteous
    It’s a whisper of god in man.
    For without it we’re mere puppets
    Who dance to the devil’s hand.


    Sorrow is better than laughter
    For by grieving, we’re improved.
    Blessed be all who morn
    Till from sadness they’re removed


    Wars were waged where brave men died
    As patriots fought side by side.
    Our flag is still the pearl of earth
    Because of those who prove her worth.


    Mankind is born from a woman’s womb
    With a short life that’s full of trouble.
    Faith is our refuge in times of woe
    For without it our troubles double.


    Better is a good friend in the house next door
    Than brothers and sisters who are far away.
    The spirit of man needs the help of its friends
    To face all the problems of each fleeting day.


    The wise listen to increase their learning
    Where the scorners of wisdom close their mind.
    The hearts of the prudent gather knowledge
    For a soul without grace becomes confined.


    The biggest question of life is “why?”
    The wrath of man is always in season
    Why is our world the way it is
    Like a tragic poem without rhyme or reason.


    From the very first time man took refused
    And peered out at the moon in the night.
    Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow
    Have been committed in the presence of its light.


    Eagerly plotting to disrupt God’s works
    Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand.
    The armor of God is our divine protection
    Shielding every child, woman, and man.


    Most of the time as a politician stands up
    Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
    Promising anything and everything to anyone
    While posing to the public, to be on common ground.


    Love consumes all physical functions
    Hearing, taste, touch, thought and smell.
    It can heal, destroy, weaken or bond
    Those caught in its presence and spell.


    Thank heaven for passion and love
    Blessings from God to man.
    Without them we’re mere creatures
    Subsisting like ants in the sand.


    Should tomorrow start without me
    Be proud I choose to serve
    Our faith and our patriotism
    Earn the freedom we deserve.


    No one finds satisfaction from serving themselves
    Contentment takes place, by our unselfish concern.
    The more we repent and regret our wrongs
    The more we are able to retain what we learn.

    All Quotes By
    Tom Zart

  9. Tom Zart says:


    America, the abundant, the place I was born
    I’ll cherish till the day I die.
    Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
    Who loved her the same as I.

    Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
    With prairies where the green grasses grow.
    There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
    With creatures that flourish below.

    That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
    As raindrops or crystallized snow;
    Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
    While the winds of our seasons blow.

    There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
    Racing on ribbons of steel
    With the harvest of farms and from the factories
    Balanced in a box on a wheel.

    Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
    Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
    A statue in a harbor, a present from France
    Describes how, inside, we feel.

    That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
    Proves America’s dreams come true.
    A country of heroes who line up to protect
    The past, the present and the few.

    We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
    Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
    Safeguarding our borders and system of life
    As our forefathers sacrificed before.

    Never be afraid to be proud of America
    And march with the brave, faithful and just.
    Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
    Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

    By Tom Zart
    Soldier For The Lord

  10. Tom Zart says:


    They serve to preserve our forefathers dreams,
    Prayers, visions and determination.
    Risking all in pursuit of fulfillment of duty
    To God, freedom, faith, honor and nation.

    Despite dismemberment, death and loneliness
    Patriots enlist to safeguard our flag.
    With honor, faith, purpose and courage
    They battle the sadistic that brag.

    Throughout man’s past as a creature of earth
    War has always plagued his expectance.
    Greed, hate, fear, envy and rage
    Have overruled rapture and repentance.

    David was a soldier who lived by his faith
    Which gave him the will to become brave.
    He stood up to terror and toppled the giant
    Leaving Goliath headless and alone in his grave.

    David’s call thrives in hearts of soldiers today
    Shielding liberty from the warmongers of hell.
    Facing down evil refusing to summit
    Ensuring freedom and justice are alive and well.

    Those of us blessed by the safety of home
    Must remember the sacrifice of the few.
    Run up your flag and show your support
    For the heroes of the red, white and blue.


    Poetry blossomed long before Shakespeare, Milton or Poe.
    It thrived prior to Solomon and the languages of old.
    Poetry today offers itself more often in the form of music
    Then in sonnets and poems as the legends of life unfold.

    Man has his fear of loneliness, death and the hereafter
    As authors compose his doom, desperation and glory.
    All hear the words of both good and evil
    With too many that fall for the wrong story.

    The falsehoods of life find it hard to hide
    From the word of God’s poets and poems.
    Sharing their joy, frustration and sorrow
    By voice, Internet, radio, or books, in our homes.

    Poets and poems help man become more human
    As the storms of life proliferate their toll.
    Poets and poems were put here for a reason
    To help tame the savage that dwells in our soul.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
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