Short Acquiesced Poems

She did not ire against the fading light
The mystery of death did not perplex
But comforted her enervated soul
As she acquiesced to fate
Her last words extolled the joys of life
And love 
And the sunset...

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At first she played hard to get
But  later  she acquiesced 
Caressed by his gentle persuasion 
Delicately kissing his lips
Each  heartbeat brought them closer together
Finally they fell into the waiting arms of love...

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An apple a day 
Keeps the doctor away.
With the meal finished
My daughter is still hungry
An hour later, anyway.
Reprimanded by her mother,
Acquiesced by her father,
She chomps away silently,
Juicy brick after juicy brick.
She is never, ever sick....

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Arnold, an arrogant associate assistant at American Airlines at Altoona Airport, and Allen, an aspiring actuarial apprentice acquiesced after an aggressive, although adult altercation at Arby's,  Arnold's altruistic argument asserting alliteration as alternative art appropriate....

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A girl.
A boy.
A Ford convertible.
His mom’s rose bushes.

To please her,
he cut the flowers
and filled his car to the brim
with his mom’s roses.

He came to call,
rag top down,
backseat overflowing
with his mom’s roses.

She acquiesced
gave him a kiss,
filled her bath tub
with his mom’s roses.

She never learned
his consequence,
only knew she reveled
in his mom’s roses....

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Have we ceded our stewardship
allowed a systemic sepsis to spread
acquiesced to the benign malaise
of Death’s directing finger?

Spending billions to cure diseases
caused by poverty’s pestilence
arming ourselves against an assault
of mutating microbial minds

Offering triage to the fatality
of futility’s folly
bandaging life’s severed limbs
sound biting our souls.

Who took the village?


©8/1/2019

Sound of Silence Poetry Contest
John Hamilton sponsor...

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Afore twilight winged bugs
Come to rest
On a gently rippling creek 
Where placid mists acquiesced
And one horse carriages so sleek
Surrendered humanity’s finest 
Midnight sons to seek
Their customary agonist 
So renowned they were to sneak  

Neither humility nor unheard cries
Echo past the shop displays
Beyond the attendant sunrise
An unsightly game
It remains the same
All in a daze
For everyone sighs
And closes his eyes
In so many ways
And in so many days
Society dies...

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