Poetry Blogs (2019, Royalty)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (9 hours ago)
Clubs, ace to king, prepare for a day of wicketness.
Yoga (downward dog) helps. Limbering ointment
promises more flex, less ache. If cards crease, it's
Off with their heads!
Diamonds are dispatched to capture
hedgehogs. They trek into the woods with hedgehog
horns and nets. Problem is, hedgehogs who've played
croquet past years are not invited for rematch.
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:23 pm
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