Turncoat Poems - Poems about Turncoat

A turncoat sheds his skin, like autumn leaves, To don a new coat with many bright hues. With a mask, and an overcoat for thieves, For whom or what, when, his deceit may choose. Once clad in virtue, now as a fraud dressed, Hiding the old spots of truth frayed, faded, That once for friends and loyalties professed, Now remain as scars,...

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All of our picnic dates like summer heat became memories; Now with a little bite gluttony turns my stomach; A taste I once loved makes me sick; Starve or should I indulge my cravings? I can’t let turncoat flavor wake a ghost....

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Brother. O Brother. O when; when we were callow! In days young; Shakers, of the movement, before gray & silver turned our locks; we held in idol. Spree, even damned, were we. Lessen a very score, ’til callous became un-sore; away, had you, myth, into the far-off; seeking a northern star....

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~~~~ For you have my stalwart friend, Stood by me no matter what! No false cloak of religiosity have you hidden behind. Nor various forms of poetic pomposity! But you? Alas you who I did trust. Oh, to use the Lord, just to gain popularity? Then drop His cross and show your true identity? The worst form of usury. Flattery in His holy name to climb the human...

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Ralph had used her as a transitory scapegoat throughout life. Feigning to dissipate the almost daily, inurbane strife, capricious Rikki could always flatter his malignant pride. A perspicuous grace note, she overlooked each time he lied. Seemingly, his constant intention was to alienate; Ralph was that turncoat to whom Rikki was game to gravitate. written September 4, 2016...

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