Five Poems
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This week, following Bastille Day, five poems on political upheaval. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider supporting my work by purchasing either my omnibus edition Knit Ink (and Other Poems) or something from my store.)
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BASTILLE (Palindrome)
Sir,
a prison sum rots.
Due fatal war,
Bastille fell.
It’s a brawl,
at a feud.
Storm us?
No, sir — Paris.WARS OF THE ROSES (Anagrammed Lines)
Wars of the Roses—
Waste horses for
a fortress whose
sheets of arrows,
rash foes' towers,
are sets for show….RUSSIAN REVOLUTION (Anagrammed Lines)
Russian Revolution.
Ravenous, I turn soil
over a lost ruin. In us,
a vision to rule runs
rural soviet unions.CONQUERING AN EMPIRE (Palindrome)
No due.
Fleets war....
Did I rule Rome?
No, no, troops!
In Italy,
my Latin
is poor-to-none.
More lurid,
I draw steel,
feud on....This final poem uses only the 10 letters in its title (d, i, s, h, a, r, m, o, n, and y):
DISHARMONY (Lipogram)
Disharmony
rains iron shards
on a marshy moor.
Disharmony
maroons armadas,
arms assassins; adds disarray.
Disharmony
rooms Roman dramas
in sordid dioramas.
Disharmony
is harmony
in a mirror.