My Realm
The soft singing wind
lulls me into a slumber
where my dreams
form their many colours
and the rainbow of mixed
temporal and spiritual boundaries
fade and merge into each other
creating an ephemeral cloud
on which I fly to the
corners of the realm
to seek out my true self
in order to believe again.
Friday 1st February 2019 9:08 pm
Sir Bruce Forsyth - Knight of the Realm
"Nice to see you
To see you nice".
Tip-tapping in waistcoats;
On the noble steed that is
Tess Daly.
Wielding his chin
Like a sabre,
And winning the nation's
Favour, "'Cos
That's the name of the game".
He's not a king,
Queen or Jack.
He's not even "higher
Or lower" - he's a knight!
Bruce Forsyth:
Knight of t...
Thursday 20th October 2011 3:44 pm
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