Short Conclave Poems

Perfidious infamy
Designs derogatory
Promotion of anti-culture
Nomenclatural delinquency
Advance ultimate heresy
Sub-humanic conclave
Intentions for a world grave
Noisesome clutch of vultures.

©Joe Maverick 7-6-2022...

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At the table of wisdom
Knowledge will seek audience 
Vassals rolls out of creek
Paying homage to understanding 
Alas, unforeseen doom lurking 
Doom, even for the enlightened 
Patience the cure
Patience lead the realm
The conclave of the wise...

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Death of a Mother

A mother’s love remembered at her grave.
Where children grieve and mourn at love’s conclave.
Her laughter and her smiles on hearts engrave.
And keep the loving memories they crave.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 26, 2010

Poetic form: Elegy...

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At one time you were my demise.
But now I can see 
beyond those beady eyes.
You were a disguise
to make me realize,
What I wanted and craved. 
It is my choice 
Though not to be you slave! 
I see your ways
And honey, now you are
the one who will be 
Played. 
The conclave of your life, 
Will turn to dust. 
Because all you are is a 
Balloon ready to bust!...

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BENEVOLENT HIS CHARMS
PROMISING NO HARM
SEARCHING FOR HIS LAMB
DEATH IN HIS GRIPPING KISS

SLANDERER OF SOULS
SCYTHE AT HIS SIDE
REAPING WHAT IS YET TO BE SOWN
DRAGGING IT DOWN INTO ABYSS

BEATTY EYES LIKE BLACK POOLS
HIS SMILE ENSNARES
THE OMEN OF EVIL
HUNTING HIS PREY

LURED INTO THE GRAVE
A BECKONING CONCLAVE
MURDEROUS IN ARDOR
SUMPTUOUS ETERNITY...

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A backdrop of orange gives birth to hues anew.  Singing it's praises 'pon the birch tree,
co-mingling with the shade beneath it's hanging branches and it's leaves so rusty brown.
creating variations no where else that could be found. 
Shining it's light over the yonder hills, obscuring shadows and forms, accentuating the
sienna grass some more, till the birch tree seems an orange blaze amidst an ocean conclave
that lives eternal in those that would dare remember it....

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