Musings by The Poet Loriet
Political Sestina
Who knew he was a politician?
Every night, gone late to meetings...
he came home exhausted.
I didn't understand no phone calls, no love-
His other woman was the city council.
I didn't know that he's a man of power.
I must admit I'm influenced by his power,
living an oxymoron by screwing a politician.
Will I be voted in by his private council
during one of our late-night meetings?
I'm a mere intern when it comes to love.
My crazy emotions leave him exhausted.
My womanly wiles I've exhausted.
May nothing in my sordid past affect his power.
Tallying his heart's votes, will he say aye to love?
(Should I save the dress stained by my politician?)
I'll know I'm a lasting voice in his meetings
only when I'm asked to meet his family council.
Am I qualified to be his personal council?
These insecure questions leave me exhausted.
Heart and mind convene in my own meetings,
inquire together if I should give this man power.
Do I do more than shake hands with my politician?
Will he kiss my babies if I give him my love?
Won't be taken for granted, an elephant with my love.
He won't be an ass with my democratic council.
I hope he keeps his promises, this politician--
because past candidates have left me exhausted.
If he insists on hoarding all the power,
I'll have to adjourn our meetings.
I hope to impact his vote in our meetings.
Will a well-placed cigar make him crazy with love?
In his oval office, I succumb to his power
and attempt to captivate his council.
I need to leave him weakened and exhausted
to covet champagne promises from my politician.
In secret meetings with his council,
my love tricks I have exhausted.
I am under the power of my politician.
Lori Beal
Every night, gone late to meetings...
he came home exhausted.
I didn't understand no phone calls, no love-
His other woman was the city council.
I didn't know that he's a man of power.
I must admit I'm influenced by his power,
living an oxymoron by screwing a politician.
Will I be voted in by his private council
during one of our late-night meetings?
I'm a mere intern when it comes to love.
My crazy emotions leave him exhausted.
My womanly wiles I've exhausted.
May nothing in my sordid past affect his power.
Tallying his heart's votes, will he say aye to love?
(Should I save the dress stained by my politician?)
I'll know I'm a lasting voice in his meetings
only when I'm asked to meet his family council.
Am I qualified to be his personal council?
These insecure questions leave me exhausted.
Heart and mind convene in my own meetings,
inquire together if I should give this man power.
Do I do more than shake hands with my politician?
Will he kiss my babies if I give him my love?
Won't be taken for granted, an elephant with my love.
He won't be an ass with my democratic council.
I hope he keeps his promises, this politician--
because past candidates have left me exhausted.
If he insists on hoarding all the power,
I'll have to adjourn our meetings.
I hope to impact his vote in our meetings.
Will a well-placed cigar make him crazy with love?
In his oval office, I succumb to his power
and attempt to captivate his council.
I need to leave him weakened and exhausted
to covet champagne promises from my politician.
In secret meetings with his council,
my love tricks I have exhausted.
I am under the power of my politician.
Lori Beal
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Political Sestina
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