Acrostic: A Ten Hut
©2018, Olan L. Smith
Attention! Listen to the souls of the ten thousand!
These passions arise in darkest night to whisper
Every secret they discern. Listen, catch their words,
Not everyone can, for the din of life is too lurid.
Hearing is so hard, isn't it? Best to
Unplug your ears and heed the roar!
Ten thousand discernments is a truth told.
Appreciate truth is a consensus
The demigod believe in repetition of falsehoods,
Evil tries to convince you their views
Are the only opinions of concern.
Such wickedness in a land of vast
Engagements, hinders practices of diverse ways.
(Photo belongs to me and is a picture of my Grandfather, E. J. Wescott Sr., in WWI, he is pictured right)
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...