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Click hereBenevolent acolyte drones
in frozen faces,
move the tired, hungry, the poor
with resonating voices.
Paid to walk in peace clothes
they lick your wounds
with glowing promises
from tongues tangled
in shadowed wisdom.
Forgiveness lingers in
silent messages sealed in
tears and sweat and
pain drops slip sliding
into themselves,
their echoes exfoliated.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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what you are talking about.
Some of it sounds poetic, where is the concrete anchor for the poetry to swirl around?
do, do
not see
so we too are too
left to our petty peace of pieces
discards carding on the folded floor
we leave left wanting for nothing
yet in hearts we desire all the more
I've been contoured <grin One of the reasons <grin I enjoy reading your poetry is that I sometimes learn a new word (~_~) thanks for sharing... blue
I can't help but picture
Homeless folk being fed
While self-important volunteers
Hover over them
Letting them know of all their
Shortcomings.