Short Acolytes Poems

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Premium Member America, Arise Altogether

Agitators ambush America
anger attacks, abstruse
acquaintances and adversaries acrid
absolutism acolytes abrading
abrogate acrimony
America, arise altogether
amend, amend


Premium Member The Elephant In the Room

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....

A Spanner In the Works

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.
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SECRETS OF TIME


  
            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...!

Cadaver

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.


Another Agenda

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

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