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Grooming The King

I left the spotlights to build the King in me.

Dancing to the blues alone with a busy mind.

Looking back at faces I tried to buy, silly me.

Even those who mock us aid to our maturity.

I find roles to play, no more throwing blames.

Wishing good fortunes to brothers on grind.

Saying farewells to fellows we parted ways.

 

Seeking growth in other dimensions, age is free.

So, I took time, effort, patience and planted each.

Some seeds take long to shoot, but they will grow.

I Look up to hopeful mentors in a modest society.

They say physique is health, I built routines for it.

I hear knowledge is power, I read bestselling books.

Good relationships breed peace, I’ve been mindful.

 

Opinions come easily, it’s choices that puzzle me.

Organized thoughts always end with give & take.

Most often than not, I am short on what to give.

The world owes no one, so, I count on few names.

We don’t ride or die, but our rides are harmonious.

Little indulgences heal souls, I give in sometimes.

I don’t practice much, but all of what I wanna be.

◄ New Year, New Games

All I Needed ►

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Laura Taylor

Fri 3rd Mar 2023 13:52

Oh this is wonderful. Do you perform your poems? Cos this is deffo one for the stage.

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Chihinga Chakatali

Fri 3rd Mar 2023 06:14

Thank you Keith for the positive comments. It's very encouraging and much appreciated.

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keith jeffries

Thu 2nd Mar 2023 09:48

Lucas,
you have developed a style of writing which displays maturity of thought and expression. This poem merits several readings. I find certain lines to be rich in experience and ambition.
Thank you for this
Keith

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