MAGA
Nose to nose,
we meet as one.
Our cause?
To hide
the smoking gun.
We have not even
half begun!
WISH
If I were more than
a toothless crone,
I’d gnaw our summer
down to the bone.
THE DEATH OF JUSTICE
Attempts to name it
were of no use.
Its means were silenced
by a swinging noose.
Justice arose
and is swinging loose.
Its long neck stretched
by long abuse.
On Track
Those nearest to us
cannot remove
that sure belief
in our mutual groove.
National Anthem
We crow its verses
to try to see
if they’ll renew
our liberty,
Lone Rider
We can’t assume
what we once knew.
Our van’s life passengers
(that sum of two)
no longer number
both me and you.
Buried Wisdom
We hide awareness
in deep dark caves.
The sea obscures them
in rushing waves.
The cream of sea foam
roars and paves
a ceiling over
truth’s buried raves.
The prompt for dVerse poets was to write a poem using one or all of the lines of words below, in the order in which they appear. I composed a different poem for each set.
nose – one – cause – even
were – crone – our – summer
name – use – means – arose
near – can – remove – sure
crow – verse – see – renew
assume – once- van – sum
aware – caves – sea – cream
To read other poems written to this prompt, go HERE.
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