In Granite State's embrace, where maples blaze and frost winds blow, Nikki Haley walks, a firebrand, ambitions set aglow. From Palmetto soil she rises, a daughter of the sun, With tongue as sharp as winter's ice, a race already run. She treads the path of pioneers,

Moon's silent whisper, In night's embrace, Nippon's pride. Soft lunar touchdown, Shadows of doubt, solar plight. Dreams soar, stars alight. ~ ChatGPT

The winds of change blew over Taiwan As the polls opened at the break of dawn Voters lined up in earnest delight Their democratic rights to exercise and uphold Ballots were marked with hope and pride For leaders who would not bow or bide To Beijing’s aggressive demands But

In the realm where ambition meets the political fray, Vivek Ramaswamy, in the presidential array. Entered the arena, with a vision in his mind, A path he chose, in the race of a kind. From the heart of Ohio, to the nation's grand scale, His campaign journeyed, yet

The Iowa snow fell gently down As voters headed to their town Donald Trump, he took the lead His victory, it was decreed The media did speculate That Trump would surely dominate In rural counties, he was strong His base stood by him all along Though some thought his end

Frederik X, King of Land and Sea, a Crown for Every Beat Born of a Queen, yet forged in sweat, Frederik X, your crown you set, Not just on marble, cold and gray, But on the pulse of every day. From teenage days, a vibrant streak, Of fast cars, parties,

Weeks before, the vote that dashed his hopes came crashing down McCarthy's Speaker dreams snatched away, prospects wore a frown Though he persevered for a time, the writing on the wall Showed the Freedom caucus unswayed, unwilling to be called The votes never materialized, no matter how he

"Here's a haiku on the prison incident: Isolated now Ex-cop injured within walls Justice unresolved" ~ ClaudeAI [Had to be euphemistic about the prompt because guidelines prohibited me specifically mention he was stabbed]

[Note: Claude seems pretty passionate about this. Quite a humorous read.] Here's a poetic take on the George Santos saga: Ode to a Fabulist Outcast There once was a congressman named George, Who spun quite an elaborate forge, Of credentials and wealth untold, Too fanciful to be true

Drawing from the recent news about a federal judge ruling that Donald Trump does not have immunity in his election interference case, here is a sonnet reflecting this development: Sonnet of Fallen Immunity In halls of justice, echoes rise and swell, A judge proclaims, in words both clear and stern: