Keats tweaks bespeak Trump leaks

Last month, I took a break from reading Tang Dynasty Chinese poetry to read two of my favorite English poets, William Blake and John Keats. Keats was a Romantic poet known for his odes and wrote poetry from 1814 to 1820. He was born Oct. 31,1795, and died at the age of 25 from tuberculosis. Talk about a classic poetic life for a Romantic poet. As I read his sonnets I kept rephrasing the titles with Donald Trump as the topic. I have included the title of Keat’s original sonnet at the end of each so you might see their metamorphosis. In one case I used a complete line of Keats in my sonnet and have put it in quotation marks.
 
On Shame (How Oblivious is the Man )
 “with Trump, what you see is all there is”—Pepe Batbon
 
how shameful is the man who can not even look
upon his campaign days with temperate blood
who vexes his own party with gobbledy gook
robs moderate Conservatives of all that is good
as if all that hear the ears of corn should shuck itself
and hang the green unripened ears in the eaves to dry
as if  all those uncast votes would stay up on the shelf
to be gathered and counted as election day draws nigh
the crude unthinking comments continue day after day
as a myopic nabob of negativity runs his POTUS race
pushing the egregious envelope with what he wants to say
giving angry voters what they want to hear from his face
a candidate oblivious or not to this should be so ashamed
of all he has said and cast aspersions on so many he named
 
Inspired by John Keats sonnet of 1818 titled: On Shame (How Fever’d is the Man) the parentheses are his.
 
On seeing Trump lose his marbles
 
Have you ever seen how some glass marbles are made
ones with spiraling threads of multi colored glass inside
millefiori glass beads are made in a very similar manner
they are part of many hot glass workers craft and pride
unfortunately D.T. is losing his brittle mental marbles fast
tucked up underneath those spiraling threads of dyed golden hair
as he gradually insults various aspects of Hillary Clinton’s past
with tabloid journal sources and more from who knows where
his marbles are mean spirited, weak and worn from lack of fealty
weigh heavy on the voting public and his angry flock of sheep
each and every gaffe and insult Tweeted left online to keep
annoying his victims regardless of any connection to reality
Trump’s marbles, no steelies, are nothing but his ego under glass
lost underneath hair on his head and show him to be a horse’s ass
 
John Keats sonnet title, “ On Seeing the Elgin Marbles.”