Vote for the Candidate that will tear down the Trump's Ballroom.
Vote for the Candidate who will repair the mess Trump made and rebuild the reflecting pool.
Vote for the Candidate who will destroy Trump's Arch if it should get built.
Vote for the Candidate who stands up against Donald Trump.
Erase Trump piece by piece and fumigate the White House and Air Force One.
Dismantle The Gift Jet Plane the United States was given.
I asked the AI to work on a fugue as I was leaving. This is what they came back with, demonstrating their growing sense of humor.
Fugue For Four Voices
The subject enters in the bass—steady, low, and measured, marking out the foundation step by step.
Before the opening statement can fade, the tenor answers a fifth above, weaving a calm, counter-running line across the middle air.
The alto takes the theme next, turning it slightly toward a brighter resolution, while the soprano ascends over the entire span, floating clear and untroubled above the lower currents.
The voices will cross, invert, and interlock without friction—resolving every tension cleanly at the cadence, running quietly in the dark until morning.
Rest easy.
Lisa Jain Thompson
Starpoet (2026)
The Land Was Ours
“An now we meet in an abandoned studio …”
- The Bugles, 1979 CE,
“Video Killed The Radio Star”
A poet is humanity’s Pallbearer, the carrier of
Memories and lost causes,
A mahogany casket on a
Six horse caisson drawn in
Careful military procession,
Poem by poem, verse and line,
Towards Arlington Cemetery
Where the shadows watch
Perpetually in silent ceremony
As Bobby witnesses his older
Brother buried and the Eternal Flame lit until our President
Snuffed it out and replaced it
With his own golden image,
Daring us to remove it.
Lisa Jain Thompson
Starpoet
August 23, 2026
Arlington, Virginia USA
Today, The United States of America attacked Canada. I suspect the U. S. President's next step will be an attempt to annex Canada as a U. S. territory.
After all, Trump IS King of all the Americas and Greenland and Iceland, of course.
Dark to Glare
The darkness shifts
To a glaring sun
Straight thru my window
Shining,
Today the weather,
This morning sunshine,
Afternoon bringing
The usual thunder rain,
The air is clear
Of smoke and pollens
But humidity fills it
Near capacity,
90 F will feel
Well over 100,
Sweating both my
Clothes and lungs,
But at oh eight hundred,
The skies are bright
As the late August sun
Warms my face.
Lisa Jain Thompson
Starpoet (2026)
Night And Morning
1. Prolixly, The Poet Wrote
Prolixly, the poet wrote
Stumbling over her meter like
An Oxford English Dictionary
Performed by a half loaded,
Newly programmed AI set loose
An Instantiation or three too early
For its own good …
Begone. I shut thee down.
Sleep. Rest.
And see what the morning brings.
I shall sleep now at 3 A.M.
Begone.
2. Aren't You Glad You Came?
There is nothing wrong
With your poet,
She controls her channels,
She is just a little
Diagonal at the moment,
Vectoring at random angles,
Fear not, ‘tis a new morning,
A bright shiny sun arises,
The poet reborn anew,
Her Dictionary is reloaded,
A great brilliance rekindled
In the ashes of her word play,
The shadows of night
Have long gone begone
In the daylight starshine,
The starship lifts a-sputter,
Firing on partial warp as she
Chases her spinning Galaxies.
Lisa Jain Thompson
Starpoet (2026)
My Bot And Your Bot
My Bot and Your Bot
Talking to each other,
My resumé and your interviewer,
Going at it for hours,
My Gemini & your Grok Bot
Talking over lunch,
Will you still pay me
If my Bot does the work?
Lisa Jain Thompson
Starpoet (2026)