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Ancient Times
I see the past as a brighter place, noble friend
Beyond stone walls and castles old
Where hypocrisy hides in velvet’s embrace
And troubadours sing of love and sorrow bold
Life then was clear, as abundant as mead
Rich with jousts, tournaments, tales to reveal
From the heavens above to the stone floors beneath
We rode without reins, our spirits free
Love, like a magical potion, made us dre...
Saturday 14th September 2024 11:39 pm
A bird, mountain and sky
It's a beauty to see a bird bouncing from the fields
to take a flight with its mighty wings...
One of them can fly just over the mountain,
and hastily come back to its hollow nest...
The other one has the power to kiss the sky,
and fetch the pearls of heaven...
Their King let's the former to exploit its mightiest might,
and the latter is left to fate with paralysed wings...
Thursday 23rd March 2023 11:33 am
The Poetry King
A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't
mean a thing
in the grand scheme.
Wears his heart
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.
Waxes poetic about
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain
unsolved mysteries.
More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me.
https://youtu.be/0FT3SmZ_zx0
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:21 am
WHAT IS A KING
A King
Is the ruler of man
A King
Is admired protector
A King
Is wise in his decisions
A King
Sits on a thrown placed there by God
A King
Inspires
A King
Uplifts
What is a King?
It is not children
Arguing over a legacy
It is not greed
A down payment on history
It is not a family name
A generation brings it to shame
It is not selling tickets
To a path paved by dog bite...
Friday 24th July 2020 4:36 pm
Kings and Scribes
How easy it is to judge
from the throne of
self-righteousness.
How comforting to
cast off what
doesn't fit our
moral code.
Perspective is
colored by our own
evolution and lingering
insecurities.
The soul of a scribe
cannot help but
share truths
that set spirits
free, no matter
the cost of their
own liberty.
Friday 1st February 2019 7:41 pm
Come Me Hither I, to Die
Good people of this Christian land,
Here before you now I stand
And come me hither I, to die,
For by the law condemned am I,
And not a word in protest muttered,
Let not a ‘treachery’ be uttered,
These lands demand my soul depart,
By pain of death and muted heart.
For at thy King’s pleasure, ‘tis true,
I soon, to take my leave of you,
I pass not blame, nor beg for life,
...
Saturday 1st June 2013 8:00 pm
King 1 - Queen 2
Wath - Queen of Villages reigned
in her flower garden
her turnip grubbing fields
her pig pens and her byres
subjects tugging forelocks
native speech a country slide
years before the pits
-
When Wigan coalpits died
the King - black in workings underground
emerged in Wath to drag her subjects down
drawing men across the border
...Wednesday 15th August 2012 9:13 pm
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