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A.H. Scott: Could It Be His Kiss?

Tony_Ward_studio_artwork_Taqiy_Mohammad_Trump_kiss_A.H.Scott_painting_satire_poetry_anti_president — Paint America Great Again by Taqiy Muhammad, Copyright 2017

Poetry by A. H. Scott

COULD IT BE HIS KISS?

Could it be his kiss?

Well, it sure as Hell ain’t bliss

In his squint there’s something amiss

Could it be what’s in his kiss?

Or, far worse than delusion is what we dread

Tiny hands are nothing compared to the voices inside his head

The world loves you, Donald!

No matter how vicious you are to the powerless poor

The world loves you, Donald!

With a glint in his eye, smiling budgeter Mick “The Meat Cleaver” Mulvaney slickly slices the throat

The world loves you, Donald!

Reality TV is nothin’ we’re gonna laugh at now

Omarosa is the real deal, standin’ by your side

Could it be his kiss?

Maybe like an anesthetic, his magical pucker holds followers to sway in euphoric ecstasy

Any way the wind blows, can be like the truth or lies

Blow, baby, blow!

Surprise! Surprise! Surpise!

It’s Kellyanne “The Fact Whisperer” Conway, getting ready for her expanding 15 on the fly

The world loves you, Donald!

Daily detractors have met their match in Sean “The Man Tryin’ To Keep A Straight Face” Spicer

The world loves you, Donald!

And, who could forget that man of callous cannon, Steve “The Bureaucratic Blaster” Bannon

If their minds can match, why can’t their lips?

Could it be his kiss?

Wake up, world!

That conning pie hole ain’t worth the risk

Selling wolf tickets like they’re going out of style

What’s in his kiss?

Something ever so vile

That kinda affection he’s bringin’ forth is a poisonous mile

Kiss off!

Ban this!

Piss off!

Ban that!

Grease up and pucker hard

The world loves you, Donald!

And, the world is your dance card

About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: http://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-trustworthiness/

Trump’s Marriage to Lady Liberty: Heaven or Hell?

Alexandra_Rouvet_artist_France_pen_ink_color_anti_Trump_propaganda_Lady_Liberty_marriage — Artwork by Alexandra Rouvet Duvernoy

TRUMP’S MARRIAGE TO LADY LIBERTY: HEAVEN OR HELL?

The golden rays bathed the entrance on this November morning, bringing with him sweetness and hope of a beautiful day.

I am happy when I leave my flat to see this beautiful clear blue sky, to hear the pinchers gurgling in the yard, to feel at the bend of an alley, bathed in a warm light, the tender and delicious treasures of the bakers, twirling on my high heels.

I join my friend, Miss Liberty, in the tea room which is at the corner of Saint Tolerance Street and Compassion Boulevard, just in front of the old park, Democracy.

I push the heavy glass and wrought iron “Chez Socrates”‘s door and I see that she is already waiting for me, fresh and smiling, the cheekbones dew, with gourmet lips, and her large open and sparkling eyes. She is impatient and excited at the thought that her American parents are choosing a new husband for her today. She has been used for thousand of years to be married by her Europeans, Asians, Africans, Americans and others parents. But still today, Mr. and Mrs USA have to choose her new husband for the next 4 years. They have a decisive choice in their hands and Miss Liberty is confident in them, she believes in their wisdom to offer her the wisest partner.

I sit next to her and take the smoking cup she gives me. The perfum of cherry tea mixed with hers is so sweet that it moves me.

She is feverish with so much agitation and confides in me that she has her preferences between the different candidates, but that she will rely on the sovereign choice of her parents.

The hours pass long, interminable, this waiting becomes heavy. Miss Liberty, her hands cold and stomach tight, a doubt assails her, and grows to the point of gripping her throat. I see her turning pale, twisting her long and graceful fingers. She moves a lot…

Finally, the choice of a church is announced, it will be Sainte Mary Bank; it doesn’t go over well. The first clue suggests that the ceremony will not be as romantic as expected.

The sky darkens little by little, a cold wind enters the chapel next to an old, dark, wrinkled, old man, all dressed in black. He puts a necklace with a rope and chain around Miss Liberty. I remain speechless, we cry out in the heart and her supplicating look breaks my heart.

Everything is linked at a vertiginous speed, a real whirlwind, our heads caught in this rash round, we arrive in the middle of an assembly equally astounded by the site of this marriage.

There we discover – The One – who takes the reindeer in hand, wild face, cheerful childish face of a bad little boy winning after a whim, with piercing and icy cold eyes, and without having had time to recover her shock and disbelief, Miss Liberty hears the fateful words:

-” Mr. Trump do you wish to marry Miss USA Liberty?

– I Do

– Miss Liberty Usa, do you hear?

-I Do…”

Tony_Ward_Studio_early_erotic_photography_French_model_artist_Alexandra_Rouvet_Duvernoy_Paris_Hotel_Regina — Alexandra at the Hotel Regina, Paris. Photo: Tony Ward

About The Author: Alexandra Rouvet Duvernoy has a degree in Fine Arts from Bordeaux’s Beaux Art School in France, in opera singing from a French conservatory where she studied with Denise Lacroix and has practiced for 20 years as a ballet dancer under the tutelage of Monique Mallo and Nathalie Michaud. Alexandra has modeled for some French magazines as a fashion model and then later explored glamour and erotic modeling for photographer Tony Ward and others. These different visions of Art; dance, music, photography and of course painting and drawing, mixed with a lot of traveling around the world, has aided in developing her distinctive artwork. She was recently published by Afnor in France, and has published some comics. A book of baroque texts and illustrations for a French publishing house is due to be published later this year.

To see additional work by Alexandra Rouvet Duvernoy, go here: http://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-much-spank/

Aodhan O’Riordain: Speech Regarding Ireland’s Government’s Reaction to Trump’s Victory

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Ruowen Lu: Waterless

WATERLESS

During my childhood there was a beautiful lake by my house. For all the kids growing up in the neighborhood, the lake was like our backyard – a place to play and see friends. About 5 years ago, the city decided to reclaim the lake into land for commercial use. Water was drained and replaced with a luxury shopping district. People got used to the new center quickly, but for me, every time I walked by the mall, I still see the lake I used to play around. With some nostalgia, confusion, and primarily helplessness- Waterless is made.

It was my first time making a video and I didn’t know any filmmaking techniques or rules. I planned out the scenes in my head and just went for them. When I first started shooting, I only had two scenes in mind and came up with the dream scene much later. Initially, the water balloon part was just to contrast the past with the waterless “reality.” However, my film teacher inspired me with the idea of using a war metaphor to create a sense of irony to the dream scene. Likewise, with other spontaneous decisions, I added random elements to the film but luckily the dots all connected at the end and served the overall story well.

Looking back, I am glad this is my first film experience. In a way, ignorance of the filming rules gave me freedom and allowed me to follow my heart. Now after having more experience, I can’t approach a film without worrying about the structure of the story, character development, etc. Sometimes, when I am overthinking my work, I think about Waterless and tell myself to relax because the story will come together at the end.

WATERLESS . A FILM BY RUOWEN LU. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2017. . During my childhood there was a beautiful lake by my house. For all the kids growing up in the neighborhood, the lake was like our backyard - a place to play and see friends. About 5 years ago, the city decided to reclaim the lake into land for commercial use. Water was drained and replaced with a luxury shopping district. People got used to the new center quickly, but for me, every time I walked by the mall, I still see the lake I used to play around. With some nostalgia, confusion, and primarily helplessness- Waterless is made. It was my first time making a video and I didn't know any filmmaking techniques or rules. I planned out the scenes in my head and just went for them. When I first started shooting, I only had two scenes in mind and came up with the dream scene much later. Initially, the water balloon part was just to contrast the past with the waterless “reality.” However, my film teacher inspired me with the idea of using a war metaphor to create a sense of irony to the dream scene. Likewise, with other spontaneous decisions, I added random elements to the film but luckily the dots all connected at the end and served the overall story well. Looking back, I am glad this is my first film experience. In a way, ignorance of the filming rules gave me freedom and allowed me to follow my heart. Now after having more experience, I can’t approach a film without worrying about the structure of the story, character development, etc. Sometimes, when I am overthinking my work, I think about Waterless and tell myself to relax because the story will come together at the en — Portrait of Ruowen Lu

About The Author: Ruowen discovered her passion for film last year when she made a video for her acting class. She now studies at the University of Pennsylvania, intending to major in environmental science and cinema studies. She hopes to use her artistic skills to advocate for the environment and helps green organization reach high impact. Ruowen also has a background in theatre and sometimes acts in her own films when she has spontaneous ideas. Even though it is hard to operate the camera while acting, Ruowen finds it fun and a great way to make short experimental films.

A. H. Scott: Trustworthiness

TRUSTWORTHINESS

Come one, come all!

Step Up! Step Up!

Behind this curtain, you’ll see things you could never imagine

Just a plug nickel for the ride of your life

Boyz! Girlz! Take a chance!

Come on inside – if you dare

No need to push or cut in the line

There is more than enough time

That’s it! That’s it!

Right this way is the main attraction

Center ring is his and his alone

It’s Trumpo the Liar!

Oh, yes, there he is in all his bombastic glory

Trumpo proclaims, “How do I love ME?”

His groveling chorus in the adjoining ring sings, “In a billion ways!”

Dancing girls may be nice

But, under this big top, another type of animal will suffice

It’s the dancing bear and his name is Vladimir

Brush away the questions of fondness and affection

Don’t be so cynical about the obvious deception

Trumpo tramples everything in his wake

Yet, the truth has become a Weeble that wobbles, as he motions deftly with a head fake

Trumpo the Liar is a marathon man

He’s gonna milk these four years the best he can

Every drop’s going into the Trump family’s golden pot

Emoluments’ clause is a figment of bubbles that shall pop

Turning the blind eye on this hustle comes from the top

Jeffy from ‘Bama holdin’ it down as Trumpo’s AG

Sessions smiles, “I’m not a liar, because you can trust li’l ol’ me”

Trumpo has faith that Jeffy will stay the course

Under Trumpo’s tent, nobody has remorse

Taking an oath don’t mean a damn thing

Once you snag that hallowed position, the hook is affixed in stone

Unless some bottom feeder has a videotape of Trumpo or Jeffy screwin’ an ice cream cone

But, even then, it doesn’t matter

Trumpo’s resiliency seems to be an impregnable porcelain pig which isn’t going to shatter

Chorus of the sycophants is now complete

Jeffy, Steve and Sean all start to hum

But, we all can’t forget the coarse counselor of batting lashes, Ms. Kellyanne

Pity the tune they sing is far from the Brotherhood of Man

“United We Stand, Divided We Fall!”

From Trumpo’s tantrums, that melody of humanity is nowhere in sight

Even the most ardent optimist feels a pang of plight

Nighty-night! Nighty-night!

The show is over, boyz and girlz!

Run quickly from this locale of Trumpo the Liar and get out into the world

Turn on your bullhorns and proudly speak the truth, “He is a LIAR!”

Normal this ain’t

And, we mustn’t make it so

More of his talking and tweeting is a furious punching of lower and lower blows

Trumpo the Liar only now needs is a big red nose

Clown in Chief

Democracy in Grief

Trumpo the Liar shall persist

Yet, the clarion call for truth shall always insist

One word for humanity is, “RESIST! RESIST! RESIST!”

A.H. Scott

3/4/17