Short Acolytes Poems
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Agitators ambush America
anger attacks, abstruse
acquaintances and adversaries acrid
absolutism acolytes abrading
abrogate acrimony
America, arise altogether
amend, amend
Categories:
acolytes, 8th grade, america, anger, angst, change, conflict,
Form:
Alliteration
She may be petite
or large...not the point;
Moms are Republicans;
she may have small feet...
or large – either way,
hurt their children
and they step heavy –
Democrats to-rue-the
day, they turned from
the peoples' good to
pay-to-play – the ultimate
maleficence. The Devil's
acolytes....
Categories:
acolytes, love, my children, parents, patriotic, political, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
A spanner in the works
I have dislike of all royalty who stole the people's land
Their acolytes were given titles to ensure their loyalty.
Privileged aristocracy, the guardian of transformation
Modern days robber baron is a continuum to be sure
The people walk alongside gilded horse-drawn carriages
Cap-in-hand, wave flags and accept their lowly life.
Categories:
acolytes, anger, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Blitz
Time is too slow
for the anxious sufferers...
Too quick for the fearful.
A flash for the greedy
and celebratory acolytes,
further than a penalty,
for those who lose it...
For those who live in love,
is always immortal
and infinite...!
Categories:
acolytes, 7th grade, allusion, extended metaphor, perspective, time,
Form:
Free verse
A young woman, her form
still bearing a mirage of beauty.
In her detail she decays
closer still, a beauty returns
as a micro-delicacy.
Her charm dips in and out
like a swan through the bodies spoilage.
Da Vinci and his artist acolytes,
those red-handed anatomists,
all owe her rent.
The swan should be redrawn,
blood-money paid
with those same blunt tools
they broke into her with.
Categories:
acolytes, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Like an accursed
child That has
refused her mother's
womb peace We
hear slogans of agenda
Dangling in the
lips Of our
rebooted acolytes Of
directlionless leaders
chewing their mouths like
kolanut lost in a journey of
an aborted
marriage This
several seasons like
abiku,our ears host
agendas that dumps us in
regenerated darkness
while dollars transforms to
mountains in coded swiss
bank accounts
Categories:
acolytes, adventure
Form:
Blank verse