Echoes Poem by Alfredo Jacques
Echoes
I have heard
backhanded compliments,
lubricated words,
empty promises.
Politics.
Liquid crack
In every corner store.
It gets weirder,
our government
plotriffic thriller
heavy on the story line.
Nations’ history,
strings of violence.
Ancestors.
Mocking my dreams
shedding tears
of joy, unlikely.
Within my dreams,
as one,
we mourn together
for that day,
our way of life
taken.
Alfredo>>>Solid Work here...poignant statement....striking written elocution... Crisp, tight, fluxive verse construction...Job well done, Sir... ~ F. j. R. ~
yes, very powerful. i have been trying to write like that - short, succinct, and strong. i wish i could do that one day.
I like your lubricated words, a lot. And your lubricated words. Good imagery here. Then you go to 'liquid crack' Since your first line begins with 'heard', perhaps your second image should begin with 'I have seen.' This is a terrific write and I enjoyed reading it, very imaginative and powerful. alicia
Alfredo, I understand exactly where you are coming from. A strong poem. I liked it. Keep writing my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I can definitely feel you from that side......preach on.