When he manifest
He chose
A chestnut vest
And trousers
Laddered in hues
Of orange, yellow and black.
And for a hat,
He took the best
In finest elysium gold.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
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Poetry Snack
This poem is easy to digest
And doesn’t require you to invest
Beyond five lines of effortfulness.
It’s a snack to wet your appetite,
Tide you over till the main meal.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
When This Happened
When this happened
He felt a smug, warm feeling
And an unbearable rightness,
The kind of light
That no one really wants to like
For its whiff of the sanctimonious.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
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