Lyric Man Poet Free verse

ORANGE

A face, like sundown leaning on rusted steel—
boasting through storms he promised to end.
Lies? They cracked like paint in late May heat.
But some talkin’ copperheads still call the tariffs gold.
Some watched. We all waited... sunburned by belief.

Color My Mood
May 25, 2025
Nette Onclaud

Note: Grateful for a 1st place finish in your Color My Mood Contest.

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I Am Anaya May 30, 2025 at 10:15 AM Congratulations on your win LM! This is brilliant, the mood you've captured of the redcapper, Tyrantosaurus wrecks! don't forget JD the Madhatter, and druggy Musk (ecstasy, shrooms, ketamine all through the campaign) Our new hell-- massive tax cuts and spending bills etc...