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.