Cadre, thou art quincurion.
Five pointed star says sight, scion.
One in the center, mighty strong.
Four on the sides to greet the throng.
Clamber right o'er that wall, burglar.
Prize in thy eyes, shoot past the par.
Combination lock, face of safe.
O machine gunner, time to strafe.
Quinnat, move thy force in quinnet?
Pincer formation wins the bet.
However, salmon, wedge has wings.
Beware the spinneret. It stings.
Coalacanth, in the glassy lake.
Life is a rogue with thirst to slake?
Turmoil and trial? Fresh ocean blue?
Red rabbit, river, run straight through.
Quoddity, haunt the quadlibet?
Placard, plinth alabaster. Yet:
Relevance, where do you stake claim?
Pertinent, prosper. Fling, O flame.
Entelechy, thy entalpy.
Reason, heat up and sing in me!
Tangle, my thought-spark! Lightning falls!
Blistering broadsides by the balls!
Salve of diviner, vision weird.
Cel animation leered and jeered.
Alien skies and faces strange.
Jagged pulsation, range the change.
Electric shock, fire furious eyes.
Bring back the bolt that fastest flies.
Whirlpool, hum and whir. Broken bow.
Whippoorwill, swallow, undertow.
The title of First Lady is no more than a reflected fame,
resting to such laurel falls outside her choosing frame.
Devotion and diligence having delineated her career trace,
faith and fidelity having paved decades of her footpace,
Senator, Secretary of State successively went to her name.
For her, still to surmount the first female POTUS place,
the hardest ceiling to break, the tallest order to tame.
But when she played fair, her opponents got the opposite case.
Foreign clout's long arm sneaked in,
domestic clown's long gown strutted out,
sweeping full view were snickering coyotes, their fangs churning,
who'd be here to heed my whimper and share my yearning?
As her lifetime endeavor came not to entelechy, but to stall,
how could her advocates stay away from wormwood and gall?
Eidetic flashbacks merge, blending in her memory
Each slide brings back abstruse years of change,
Every step of learning formed a strong identity,
Enveloped ideals or the wrongs she'd rearrange.
Encapsulated in are deep thoughts and feelings
Evolving daily from all that she sees and hears,
Epitomizing today's Woman.... complete in her being.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.07.14
*Pleades-This poem has a title with a single word. The poem itself has seven lines. The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title. A poetry form created by Craig Tigerman
Hidden into the innermost part of everything,
You, immortal sparkle of divine determination,
Patiently wait the moment to create every being
According to the laws of cosmic incarnation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 SEPTEMBER 2014
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