Pentagon Poems - Poems about Pentagon

We know that it was an inside job, that President Trump incited the mob. Why was home land security sent away to a place of obscurity? Where was the FBI who warned that some thing was going to fly? If heads must roll and some be gone, we must include the Pentagon. They deserted our...

Continue reading...

Shaped in five-pointed star polygon I moved in patriotic moron Decorated both my daughter and son Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon Handsome looked like Triggered weapon Equipped many sarcastic drones Peace and dice belonging to the boss Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss Five elements resist and chaos Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost But Pentagon still emerged toss Associated with mystery and...

Continue reading...

(Pentagon E-ring office—executive officer knocks & enters—General motions him in) XO, Explain examinees... Examinee ...

Continue reading...

A hexagon, a hexagon, you have to be a hexagon! A pentagon, a pentagon, I want to be a pentagon! Nay pentagon, nay pentagon, you have to be a hexagon! My pentagon their army's armed, your hexagon, we'll nuke, be gone! (***Sight still under construction) 2019 September 13 howmanysyllables 4 lines x 16 syllables = a perfect 64 syllables...

Continue reading...

Pentagon Word Poem of Seven Stanzas I want my own way; May have much to say; From heaven was sent, To be President. God gave me a hint; When I will repent, A great day can be; You just wait and see. Love land of the free; Is best place for me, So without delay Right here I shall stay. Have been home at last; Bygones will be past; No...

Continue reading...

The Government and all Pentagon approaches I break the rules and break the law The world is filled with dark forces I have nothing but my mind to counter it with The more we study truth The closer we come to the meaning of life What's in it for me and you Selfish acts don't get us far I can't tell you what...

Continue reading...

Late summer, late afternoon in front of the empty Pentagon the protest is over, nothing’s changed, I’m walking home. But a young man, black, blue jean jacket, buttons passes in front. A smile exchanged. The truth is known....

Continue reading...